This is a tale of the protagonist's end, a story of myth and legend. The story of Lilith.

Venus followed her brother Alistarr, leaving her little home town in pursuit of her dream. Her dream to be more than one of the countless uneducated brothel girls that littered her town. For an average story, getting to that dream would be Venus's heartwarming ending. A perfect happily ever after. However, this isn't that type of story. In the real world, a curveball always gets thrown your way when you're just getting comfortable and life doesn't just end with your dreams.

Lilith

"Venus, love, would you let me take over for a moment?" 


"Why? So you can tell him, I know? That I'm lying." 


"No, so I can tell my husband to stop breaking your heart. I live here too, you understand? I feel what you feel. Right now, your soul is breaking, and I can't endure it." 


"He understands just as much as you do. He refuses to see it from your side just as you refuse to see it from his. He's desperate, stubborn, and prideful, but I can humble him." 


"Fine... Do what you wish. I'm tired." Venus whispers to herself aloud before closing her eyes and falling into a deep sleep. 


Alistarr stands, worried as he sees Venus clutch her head, and cry out in pain. Soon after the outburst, she begins whispering to herself, and his worries only grow. So, despite better judgment, he walks over. He touches her to try and rouse her from her spell of pain. "Venus, are you okay? What is wrong? Does your head hurt?" 


depression