Beings of myth and legend, born from infernos and into which scorching desert winds are breathed into their lungs. Although liquid gold runs in their blood, angels lack the mere beating of the heart.

An eternity is a long time to be dead and alive at the same time. Your body is as cold as your corpse when they buried you, and your face is set in the deathlike pallor of when you closed your eyes for the last time. But life in paradise is great, it's just like how they describe it; every pleasure and desire in the palm of your hands, albeit for a tiny fee:
Unlike departed humans, you can't love.

Dantalion was just one of God's many other creations.
His hair was spun from the light of the universe, like all other angels.
His eyes were gold, like all other angels.
He was made perfect, like all other angels.

One evening, he chances upon someone, wings as black as the twilight sky and hair like flowing ink.
He's captivated.
And for a moment, just a millisecond, he feels his heart pulse.

Witness the fall of an angel and their descent into the forbidden, caressed carefully by the whispers of the dusk. One of legend's greatest fables and enigmas, as it's never been told before.

Whispers of The Dusk

Lady Lilith, the fair maiden shrouded in dust and ash, whose legacy laid emblazoned on history books forevermore. Moulded of the same clay as Adam of Eden and equal to him in stature, strength and power. Alongside him she was Eden's ruler and guardian of the Forbidden Fruit. 


By a river in the Garden, God gathered clay and sculpted the most beautiful woman to ever walk the lands, and a man who's light was to be spoken of for generations to come. Her hair was the first gold, luminous with splendour and like an embodiment of the Sun himself. His eyes radiated pure light, the same light that God created the world with. Into their nostrils he breathed the breath of life and conscience and so he spoke to them, words clear as the day and wind, fierce yet delicate like the night sky. 


"To the Garden of Eden you belong, my children. Every tree of the Garden you may freely eat, save for the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil, for the day you eat it, you will surely die." 


"I will not lie beneath you, but only on top. For you are fit only to be my inferior." 


With a voice like the thundering of ravens and her hair flaring goldfire, she retaliated, 


"We are equal to each other inasmuch as we were both created from the earth." 


"My eyes opened seconds before yours, woman, I have seen much more of the world than you have." 


The struggle continued until Lilith became so frustrated with Adam's brazenness and arrogance that one day, she screamed the true name of God, a harrowing and haunting screech that echoed in the Garden for eons. By impudently uttering the holy syllables, Lilith proved to an ethereal audience her unworthiness to reside in paradise. 


By uttering the avowed name of God, she gained the knowledge of the world. From her back sprouted six wings, comparable to those of a heron's; forged of fire and daylight. Although she was crafted from earth, she was not earth-bound and so she departed to the outskirts of Heaven and she never looked back at what she left behind. In a prairie field, she met Samael, the first fallen angel. 


Adam, Samael claimed, was a man of mere dust of the earth, and angels were beings of premonition, kindled from the hearts of infernos and breathed into scorching desert winds. 


"I refused to bow to him," he told her. 


Over the course of years to come, Lilith's sun-kissed hair faded as a mark of disobedience to God, and slowly dyed itself the colour of the twilight sky, dotted here and there the stars and celestial bodies, her hair was like an extension of the universe itself. 


Together, they cursed the Sun of whose earthly chains had once bound them tight to the sky and descended into a barren prairie field. From the dry soil, she sprung tall willow trees, and from the pitch black sky, he painstakingly sewed into each star and the constellation. 


As one, they embraced the pleasure of nature's companionship. Fire begat earth and from them sprung their creations, entities who were free of God's touch. Beings born with powers graced by Heaven yet fought for infernal forces, and against the descendants of those whose eyes glowed with the Sun's eminence.


000 - Epoch: Ode to Lilith