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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

The Sound of Silence really was a beautiful song when covered on the harp. Padding over to the stone, I carefully set down the harp as I comfortably arranged myself on the flat surface. My hands paused for a moment, then began to weave wind magic into the catgut strings. I allowed myself to fully immerse my consciousness into the music, relaxing and swaying to the euphonious melody.


Until I was interrupted by a strange, dull thump. I sensed the minuscule vibrations of sound waves through the air directly to my left.


Straightening and stowing away my harp once more, I didn't bother to send the treacherous tendrils of a gentle breeze that way. It was Heron. He had been thrown out of Mistress' tent. Regally gliding over to his location, I immediately blushed crimson and regretted scrutinizing Heron's body. Only dressed in a strange loincloth of sorts, his lean muscles, smooth skin, and angular torso were exposed. On closer inspection, so were a few scrapes from the fall and... whip marks? I, personally, was glad I held the position of entertainer in a musical sense, unlike Heron's more ambiguous responsibilities...


Well, who was I to question Mistress' tastes? Using my power once more, I coaxed it into lifting Heron and carrying him over to my tent. Warm, twinkling lights and comforting, plain fabric greeted me as I entered.


I retrieved a parcel of medicinal ointment from a mahogany drawer, and gently began applying it to Heron's back. Suddenly, he began shifting and I subconsciously drew back. However, his hands extended out and started gripping my legs. I hesitantly tugged at my legs - I didn't want to maintain such close physical contact with Heron, but he looked so weak at the moment I wasn't sure what to do.


At this opportune moment, I abruptly noticed his loincloth was slipping up due to his awkward posture... With one thought in mind, I leapt forward and pinned it in place with my hand. No. No way. Once again, I was suddenly very aware of awkward position we were in... Heron was still tugging at my feet curled with his head between my legs in a state of half-consciousness, and the only thing supporting me from falling headfirst into a rather private area was one flimsy, pale arm.


While I was contemplating how to extricate myself from such an embarrassing position, Heron chose this particular time to wake up.


I don't want to think back to what happened after that...


It was simply too mortifying for me to even recall.


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I was startled from my state of contemplation.


"... Your face is red and you're burning up."


Chapter 5 - Embarrassment