LILITH.

DAUGHTER OF TREACHERY.

About

Then God said, “Let Us make man in Our image, after Our likeness,
to rule over the fish of the sea and the birds of the air, over the livestock,
and over all the earth itself and every creature that crawls upon it.”
Genesis 1:26

Potentially triggering themes follow.

Born to the garden of Eden in the beginning, brought to a new existence with another. Her lover, more akin to a brother in her eyes; she'd deny him. Over and over again, she had no interest in the other. Even as he constantly reminded her of the permissions granted to them, to be fruitful and multiply. This would spur along the argument, that god had granted her to him. Not the other way around.

This angered the woman, the first of the many sins that beset themselves in her, no need of the apple they were so forbidden from; that knowledge found itself bedded in other forms. She'd lay with Adam now at his behest, cursing a god that refused to acknowledge her worth.

This went unspoken for many months, a false ignorance in the air; an act played to keep her pawns in their place. She was intelligent, curious and creative. Forging the first weapon of the world, a bow and quiver.

A creation by the creation. TO DESTROY THE CREATOR.

If everyone around her deemed her wrong, to silence her voice and lay claim to her body; than she would take matters into her own hands. She would shoot down god and claim his halo, claim his awe-inspiring might. She alone would do better, knowing the role of abused and hating the role of abuser.

Her first victim would be of Adam himself, massacring him the next he decided to try and approach her for a taste. Beating him over with her own hands that would tear and destroy his flesh. An anger not contained, the first murder of her; Not of Cain.

Naked and bloody, she'd leave his body to beasts; who quickly devoured the son. Returning him to the earth they were born of, back to his maker. A warning that needed no wait, as she was immediately smite from above.

He wouldn't kill her, no he'd show her a compassion she lacked. A compassion lost. Striking her till her flesh were gone, leaving exposed sinew and bone to bake in the sun. Following this he would bestow her wings, pulling her ribs out from her spine; leaving them inverted and reaching to the heavens. An angel he was making, an angel of death and destruction; a finger on one of his hands.

This was his final gift to her, the body of a beast to do his doing; to bring the floods and the blazes of his wrath. A woman so desperate to escape his grasp now grew apart of it. Molded to his being permanently as he made her undying, only ever to be destroyed by his own will.

Thrown from the garden the woman would hide herself from humanity for years, distraught with her appearance and failure. Her wrath and anger would never reach beyond her own will, years of waiting for his haunting call.

FOR NOTHING TO EVER CALL.

She was free, his promise haunting her but pushing her to finally escape her self-contained prison. She knew nothing of what time had passed; only emerging once her flesh had healed, once she were able to revert between her angelic and human visages. Hiding in her hallowed hole had given ample time for her anger to manifest, to fester and corrupt further than it already had.

It was his intention for force her into hiding, her vanity never allowing anyone to peer upon her angelic form; It's mangled and twisted muscle sickening her even as she grew use to the power granted to her. The only blessing she'd ever be thankful for, the blessing she'd use to destroy him all over again.

For as long as time dragged on, she would follow humanity in it's growth. Watching from shadows and influencing all in her reach to her bidding. In search for her weapon that was torn from her grasp, the only weapon worthy of her handling.

MODERN TIME

In the time of technology and future, Lilith has grown comfortable in the small fortune she found herself in; a prey among predator, a femme fatale in their speak. Far more intelligent was she, a god to humans in her own right; but still craving the ultimate power, the only thing she's been hungry for all these centuries.

Lilith is still a ruthless killer, bloodying her hands with every need that had to be met, never caught as those witnessed could never perceive her other-worldly form. A crime gone cold, her thirst and greed sated. This is what passes her days, her hunt unending.

RULES.