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Sorry to anyone who feels disappointed. I've decided to PAUSE this novel, because I really don't have the time and brainpower to invest into this right now... Maybe I'll start it again sometime later. However, I'm going to be working on another collection of story ideas - I have a fair amount, but I can never seem to realize them. Thank you for your understanding.

Though known as the Mother of Demons and Queen of Lust, Lilith was actually an ordinary woman.

At least, until that "little brat" Adam tried to assert that he was the top in their relationship and God backed him up.

She ran away from the Garden of Eden to live her life in peace.

Who would have known that that would be the beginning of a badass girl tragedy? Me. :>

Cliche? Whatever, Lilith gets that a lot.

Meanwhile, her faithful servant Blythe struggles to rejoin Lilith on her path to vengeance.

Listen to Lilith's perspective - revealed to us by Blythe.

Original: - written by Mnerenuk Water aka 8kkkkkkkk
              - not a translation
WARNING: may have R-18 language
WARNING: may have sexual connotations or actions
WARNING: may have religiously offensive stuff
WARNING: will only be updated once every week or two

Other than that, have fun reading :)

Lilith's Return

I could feel my shoulder burning - a sign of overuse of my power. All of the power of the special was actually borrowed, and not created. In my opinion, it just showed how amazing Mistress was that she managed empower a couple thousand people.


Our power was channeled through to us from tattoos. The tattoos looked like female gender symbols, only the top was a crescent moon. However, the catch was that since all the power was actually being channeled to us by Mistress through the tattoos. Therefore, if we overused them not only would we feel a burning pain near tattoos that would eventually lead to total combustion if not treated properly, Mistress would also have suffer a backlash that weakened her.


Of course, each of us special ones only had one tattoo that gave us a varying amount of power. The real reason we were more powerful was simply because Mistress chose to "charge" our tattoos with more power than the others because we were the first made.


I was rudely awakened from my various recollections when I was hit by a flash of light. Ouch. Thanks to the interruption in my concentration and my already overused power, I clumsily tripped over a random tree root. My face ached and I had barely avoided getting a mouthful of dirt. Though my throbbing muscles were finally relieved, I knew this one collision had clearly spelled out my fate. I was going to be caught by the angels.


Adira's concerned voice rang out above me. I blankly stared at a deeply lined forehead, under which were rapidly blurring crimson eyes. Why was she still here?


"Listen, honey, I'm not gonna go crybaby on you but we're going down together or never. Got it?"


Hands pulled at my arms as my slow wits finally caught up and realized was happening. Though I was strangely perfectly fine with the idea of dying, I regretted not being able to see Mistress again. I knew I couldn't burden her further after my inevitable death. All I could do was hope to delay. With that thought running through my mind, I pushed myself up and shoved Adira away from the angels. 


White, feathery wings along with a blinding golden light swiftly approached. A barrier of air was slowly moving Adira back inch by inch. 


Somehow hanging on, my flaring shoulder consistently reminded me that I was going to combust soon. Comprehending what I was planning to do, she finally cooperated with me and sprinted away with moist eyes.


As for me, I prepared to self destruct and incinerate these pesky angels.


Chapter 3 - Desperation