The Birth of Lilith

In a lodge, three persons were present, their presence casting an ominous shadow over the otherwise quiet atmosphere. One of them, Knull, broke the silence with a hint of impatience, his voice low and gravelly. "I'm bored. When are we going hunting?" His tongue flicked out as if savoring an anticipated feast, and in his hand, he held a knife that glinted in the light.

Before him lay the lifeless body of a woman, a maid who had been sent to serve them a meal. In a chilling act, Knull had just taken her life, extinguishing her existence in an instant. 

"You really shouldn't have done that," remarked Lilith, a sinister grin stretching across her lips as she observed the scene. 

There was a twisted satisfaction in her demeanor, as if she derived pleasure from witnessing the maid's tragic fate.

In a moment, Knull had slashed her throat while she was over, innocently arranging the dinner items on the table. 

The knife's blade had found its mark, and in a swift, merciless movement, he had plunged it into her neck, silencing any last breath that might have escaped her lips.

Knull's impatience bubbled over once more as he directed his gaze toward the towering structure outside the window. "When are we going out?" he inquired again, a feverish greed flashing in his eyes. He emphasized his longing for wealth, pointing toward the imagined riches beyond. "Gold, diamonds, power…it's all mine!"

Lilith, her tone dripping with mischief, responded with an air of confidence, "Yes, all mine. It shall be mine." Her words lingered in the air, heavy with ambition and evil intent…

Fredrick, seated yet well shielded from the harsh light, couldn't help but sneer inwardly at the fools around him. In his mind, he quietly muttered a sense of contempt for their naive endeavors.

"This evening," he thought, "we shall embark on the hunt for the treasure that is said to be hidden beneath the foreboding Hallowmore Tower."

The Hallowmore Tower itself was infamous, a structure rumored to have risen from the very earth itself as the story goes. 

It was said to have been erected by a mystical cult, designed as a formidable weapon to deter their enemies. However, the tales tell of a disaster; the device became uncontrollable, ultimately annihilating not only their foes but the very sect that had forged it. 

Aside from this terrible outcome, stories say that the cult protected great treasures buried deep beneath the tower. This tower was a tall building that resembled a huge well with a bell hanger on top, but oddly enough, it did not have a bell. 

Over the years, numerous treasure seekers have been drawn to the allure of what lay beneath the tower, only to vanish without a trace. Many of these adventurers simply disappeared, leaving behind no remains, no bones, and no flesh, only their belongings and tools scattered as silent witnesses to their ill-fated quests.

What transpired to those who sought the treasure remains a mystery

"Lilith, where is the key?" Fredrick inquired, his voice laced with urgency.

"It's with me, Doctor," Lilith replied.

Fredrick Lawman, a man of dual pursuits—both a scientist and a treasure hunter—was once the epitome of goodness. His heart was once aligned with noble intentions, yet as the adage goes,monsters are not made they are created by us

 This transformation began one fateful afternoon, after he had just completed the harrowing task of plundering the grave of the infamous Spidiphynia. She was not just any figure from lore but a goddess who, in her time, descended from royal lineage.

 Unfortunately, the very people she aimed to protect turned against her. They believed she could save their dying land, and in their frenzy, they sought to awaken her dormant abilities by subjecting her to all manner of herbs and dark magic, trying to unlock the Ulumini power that was said to lie unawakened within her.

This incredible ability existed only within the veins of the royal bloodline. In rare instances, some are born awake, while most experience a painful awakening before reaching the age of ten—a right of passage into the very essence of their heritage.

 Yet Spidiphynia was a peculiar exception; despite reaching her tenth year, her remarkable abilities remained shackled within her. Her father, the ruthless king, faced an unbearable dilemma.

 The prospect of losing face among his subjects terrified him. Desperate and consumed by greed, he sought out the counsel of a mysterious cult known as Falun Gui.

What they revealed to him was a prophecy steeped in darkness: 

"By the death of your love, 

By bathing in the blood of one she loves, 

Then will her power awaken. 

This is the first price..."

As the chilling reality settled upon him, a sinister realization dawned: the one person his daughter loved most was her mother. "Well," he mused to himself, "I can always take more wives, provided I remain the ruler of this kingdom." His ruthless ambition twisted his heart, turning fatherly love into a monstrous desire for power.

A few nights later, beneath the dim flicker of candlelight, he and his wife prepared for a somber ritual in the family pool. He held her close, gazing deeply into her eyes, whispering affection. "I love you, and I'll miss you." Confusion filled her expression; she sensed something was amiss. "Honey, not again..."

Commanding all the servants to leave, he wanted a moment alone with her, creating a false sense of safety. Once they were alone, however, his demeanor shifted. With a heart blackened by greed, he drew a knife and plunged it into her chest, whispering an apology as he did so. He pressed her down into the water, forcing her to drown. Her blood mingled with the pool, transforming the water into a chilling crimson reflection of blood

Yet his dark scheme had one more step to unfold. He intended to summon Spidiphynia to the water, lured by the absence of her mother's form. But fate had other plans; the little girl, ever curious and mischievous, had entered the hall just in time to witness the horrifying act. "Mommy!" she screamed, her heart racing. 

Having been exposed to cruelty before,she had never before witnessed the murder of a human, let alone by her own father's hand. Without a second thought, she leaped into the water, driven by a child's instinct to save her mother.

As soon as her fragile body plunged into the blood-soaked waters, it felt like time stopped. It was as if the universe held its breath, frozen by the shocking scene unfolding around it. A change began; her small body stiffened, and a strange power coursed through her. Her hands transformed into fierce claws, and long, thin limbs grew out from her sides, looking like spider legs. New eyes appeared on her forehead, and with a terrifying rip, her back split open to reveal a strange bulge. 

Spidiphynia changed into a horrifying spider-like creature, losing her human side and being taken over by an unquenchable hunger. The chilling cries of a daughter becoming a monster filled the hall as her basic instincts took control. Fueled by an uncontrollable thirst for blood, she turned to what was left of her mother and began to devour her flesh eagerly. 

This horrifying spectacle left her father in a state of shock. The transformation he witnessed was not merely grotesque; it signified the awakening of a true monster in the family. Before he could even articulate his terror, before a scream of horror could escape his lips, it was too late. The claws of this monster sliced through the air with lethal grace, severing his head cleanly from his shoulders.