Lilith: One Betrayal Now Loved

After consuming her mother's dead body, Spidiphynia turned her insatiable appetite toward her father's lifeless body, devouring that as well. The echoing roars of her hunger reverberated through the corridors of the castle, striking terror into the hearts of everyone who ran into the chamber. 

One by one, the castle's servants met their tragic ends, falling prey to her insatiable hunger, as she feasted greedily on all she found, attacking and killing them. With each passing of time, the monstrous creature that was Spidiphynia grew in size and strength, fueled by a primal lust for consumption. 

When her indulgence finally waned, she underwent a transformation, shedding the guise of a child. Now, she appeared as an adolescent, her features sharpened and her eyes brimming with an unsettling knowledge of her actions.

Within the dim shadows of the chamber, one of her father's advisors, a coward driven by fear rather than integrity, bore witness to the horrifying spectacle. 

The man shuddered, frozen in place, watching in stunned horror as the event unfolded before him. With terror coursing through him like ice, he murmured to himself, "The ruthless king has created a nightmare in our land. 

We are doomed. But wait... upon further thought, perhaps I could use this situation to my advantage. Yes, I could use her to usurp the throne," a sinister smile creeping across his lips. The ambitious gleam in his eye revealed his true intentions; the throne would be his.

As Spidiphynia succumbed to the overwhelming strain of her gruesome change, she lost consciousness, and the advisor stealthily emerged from the shadows.

Cautiously, he made his way through the chaos, seeking out soldiers to deliver dire news. "Sound the alarm!" he yelled, urgency propelling his voice. "The king is dead! A monster has attacked!" He put up an act.

His words raced through the palace like wildfire, igniting panic. The soldiers dashed in all directions, their eyes wide with fear and disbelief as they beheld the ghastly scene, blood and chunks of human parts scattered everywhere in the pool.

Meanwhile, Spidiphynia began to regain consciousness, but before they could restrain her, something astonishing caught the soldiers' attention: the mark emblazoned on her back, an indelible sign of her royal lineage, something only those of the bloodline would ever bear.

"Is that you Lilith?" her caretaker gasped, recognizing her mark, his voice filled with disbelief. But before Spidiphynia could utter a word in response, a soldier severed his head in one swift motion…

The royal advisor, having already coiled himself around the minds of the palace's would-be leaders, over the years, he had gained their trust, including that of the soldiers, by promising them fame and glory. They all knew about his plan to eliminate the royal family and anyone who supported them. 

Red chains were tightened around Spidiphynia's wrists and ankles as they secured her, preventing her from transforming again. The shock from her caretaker's untimely demise engulfed her in despair, and she passed out again.

When Spidiphynia finally regained consciousness, she found herself trapped in a cage, exposed to the jeering inhabitants of the town. "Burn her! Burn her!" they chanted, their cries rising like smoke into the air, the very air thick with betrayal. 

The very people the prophecy had foretold would one day save now clamored for her demise, their fury boiling over. Before Spidiphynia could articulate a plea or a protest, they hurled flaming sticks at her enclosure, igniting the dry wood of her cage in a crackling blaze that erupted around her.

As flames danced hungrily, illuminating the faces of the townspeople, the royal advisor stood aloft, a triumphant smirk plastered across his face, the embodiment of cold satisfaction watching her suffer..

 Amidst the maddening inferno, Spidiphynia summoned her last vestiges of strength to scream, "I will return and make you all pay for this!" But her voice was consumed by the flames, and her body was engulfed by the searing heat.

Once the fire was finally put out, Spidiphynia's burnt body didn't completely turn to ash, her bones were left unharmed. Following tradition, her body was placed in her father's catacomb for burial. Alongside her, they buried heaps of treasures, gold, valuable items, and shiny diamonds to go with the king and queen to the afterlife..

 But Spidiphynia's spirit lingered; her heart became an enduring vessel for her essence, refusing to be confined to the realm of death. Even in death, she remained vigilant, waiting for the right moment when her powers would surge anew, yearning for the day of revenge that would finally come..

Two centuries drifted by, the passage of time secretive and still, until a disturbance shook the peace within her resting place. Two intruders, Frederick Lawman and his wife slipped into the catacomb, treasure hunters.

Fredrick Lawman, along with his wife and a band of fellow treasure hunters, had uncovered the ancient resting place of a Spidiphynia. They stripped the tomb bare, even relocating her body due to its unnaturally preserved state, and brought all their findings back home.

Fredrick's heart was noble. He was to unveil the mystery to the world and use the wealth to uplift the poor. But he was blind to the betrayal brewing around him. That very night, his trusted team had already sold him out.

A horde of thieves, nearly a hundred if Fredrick remembered right, stormed his estate. They breached the vaults, looting everything. In the thick of this chaos, two men seized his wife. Fredrick, bound and gagged, watched helplessly as they tore her dignity apart. 

The violators laughed wickedly, mocking him for his good heart, calling him a fool for trusting so easily. One after another, they violated her, turning her into a shattered shell. 

Her spirit fractured as their cruelty dragged on. And while they were too intoxicated by their own depravity to notice, she took a shard of glass and slit her wrist. Silent, bleeding out on the cold floor, her life faded as Fredrick screamed into the void, his voice drowned by the torment.

Amid this horror, two men were tasked with moving the preserved corpse of the ancient queen, Spidiphynia. One of them, careless and blind in the dark, stumbled

The corpse tumbled from their grip. As fate would have it, the queen's heart, cryscrystallized centuries past, splashed the ground into the pool of Fredrick's wife's blood.

The moment it made contact, the skies darkened. A violent wind swept across the land. The heart dried the blood in an instant the heart pulsed with life. It merged into the woman's lifeless body.

She convulsed violently and the intruders halted, stunned by what they saw. Her form twisted, bones cracking, limbs stretching. Flesh gave way to something grotesque. Before their eyes, she transformed into a towering, monstrous spider-like creature more demonic than earthly.

In ten minutes, it was over. The beast tore through them ripping, devouring, swallowing them whole, their screams drowned beneath its wrath.

That night, Spidiphynia…the once-buried queen found new flesh and a reason to rise again. Through Fredrick's pain and whispered confessions, she learned of the downfall of her long-lost kingdom…

He looked at her and inquired, "What is your name?" 

With a warm smile and a sense of identity, she replied, "You can call me Lilith." 

She paused for a moment, reflecting on the memories of her late wife flowing through her mind... "Her memory still lingers," she admitted softly. "She loved you deeply" 

With a sinister smile, she said "Let's hunt together"

Fredrick could only watch as the woman he loved became the host for something far more terrifying…an ancient force reborn in his beloved…