The Fallen and Forgotten
“There were once two demons who roamed the wastes
The rebellious angel who had betrayed God
and the capricious woman who God had betrayed.”
One thousand years of war—
Lucifer was the demon who roamed Old Eden.
Half-formed mountains, rivers that do not flow, the blood red sky—the half-finished world that God had abandoned halfway through.
Lucifer thought it was heaven for he and his fallen companions—angels that fought by his side, more noble than the archangels. They no longer had their beautiful forms—they had become less than animals. All claws and sharp teeth, writhing in the dirt with their jaws changed form, leaving them unable to speak.
Their howls, their roars—“We have lost. We have lost,” they screamed, though the words never form.
Was it his power that allowed him to keep his form, or was it part of his eternal punishment?
He walked the wastes by himself, watching as He created the New Eden, filled with lush forests and billowing fields, nourished by the gentle wind and the soft downpour of rain.
There, the breeze carried the promise of life. Here, it carried the cries of the fallen.
Eventually, they had made a home there. The bats found solace in the darkness of endless caves, the eagles have taken the mountains as their own, the wolves now roam the forests, and the snakes slithered through the vast deserts.
Then, she came.
Her eyes, rings of gray. Her hair, white like endless starlight.
It was no wonder that she was God's finest creation.
“I am Lilith,” she said. “I was created from the earth. I was created as my husband’s equal.”
(Equal, Lucifer scoffed.
He already knows why she was banished.)
“You are just like me.
Replaced. A replacement.”
His clawed hand wormed itself into the red soil. Fingers cracking, rocks crushing at the unwelcome force—
He pulls out a silver sword, covered in crimson dust and dried blood.
“So, do as I had failed to do, and take your rightful place!”
Her return was the sign of her failure.
“She did nothing to earn my ire,” she said, “and my husband had already forgotten about me. There is no place to return to.”
“Then let go of my sword, and crawl on the ground like the rest of us.”
("Then submit to him, and squirm at his feet.")
Lilith raised the sword, and said what she had told God that fateful day—
“I refuse.”
There was a smell of copper throughout Old Eden.
A woman, stained deeply in sin, cut through more and more of the fallen.
The massacre of his brethren, the depravity of her actions against her cold, mindless gaze.
Lucifer had only seen archangels with this bloodlust. He had seen more sadism and amorality in those creatures cloaked in starlight, basked in God’s favor, than his own companions, creatures of the night, cursed for eternity.
One thousand days of bloodshed—
Lilith was the demon who roamed Old Eden.
Taking on an enlarged form, Lucifer took his last stand against the demon standing before him. Her hair whipped against the cold, metallic wind—it almost seemed as if she had wings, like a butterfly fluttering into the predator’s den.
How ironic, then, that he took the form of a spider—
for in the end, it was he who was entangled in her web.
(Blue skies,
rivers flowing into sparkling lakes,
mountains that touched the clouds—
The fallen had been banished beyond the River Styx, and Lilith had created her heaven in Hell.
He would remain by her side, he would be everything she was not and be everything she does not have—the ambition in her lightless eyes, the anger in her blank expression.
If she will not punish the girl who took everything away from her, then he will do it for her.
If she wishes to destroy the world around them, then he will be the trigger that she pulls to enact her judgement.
He will grant her powers unimaginable, for he loved her,
and her beauty captivated him so.)
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