It was about time Lilith took her regular walk around the vicinity. She was well aware of that two humans lived nearby and tried her possible best not to interfere with their lives.
She had taken quite a liking to the lady who was quick footed and possessed a lovely demeanor.
Always smiling, she particularly enjoyed watching her pen away in her book at night. A perfect soul, she thought.
But this particular evening she couldn't find her favorite past time. She wasn't laid on the floor penning away and whistlng. Had they gone? That can't be right.
For the first time, she opened the door and waltzed inside. Her nostrils were greeted with a pungent smell— dead bodies.
She let out a solemn cry and vowed to eliminate the beasts that had done this. Humanity was boring and now the only fascinating part that interested her had been taken away.
About to take her leave, her ears were deafened by the sudden cries of something— A child.
Quickly, she searched till her ears led her to a cupboard. She opened it and there laid the basket with the child in it.
She picked up the child and kissed it, its heartbeat gave her cold chest some life. Almost immediately Phoebe's journal dropped and Lilith picked it up.
"Oh dear," she exclaimed as she opened it, the child still in her arms.
She turned to the first page and there written on it was, 'Ares'. "I guess your name is Ares" she said as she kissed the child on the the cheeks.
Without much ado, she found some clothing and swaddled the baby in it. It cooed and let out gibberish from its lips— Lilith knew she was going to love and protect this weakling till it took its final breath.
She was immortal. Loving and losing this creature was a risk she was willing to take.
"Ares, from today, you shall be my daughter and you shall be brought up," she said as she rubbed the child's face against hers.
She began dancing around with the baby in her arms till her feet hit against something solid. She picked it up— it was the Holy Bible.
Surprised, she used her powers to make it levitate and flipped through the pages. It was the same old stories she knew off heart because of how many times she had read them.
The author, the Creator hated her and had thoroughly erased her existence from its content, not that she cared either way.
That was all in the past now.
She took with her; the child, the basket, the journal and the Holy Bible back to her lair. As long as it lived, she vowed on the spot to take care of this treasure her beloved writer had left.
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Knowing nothing about motherhood, Lilith became frustrated when this creature soiled itself and she didn't know what to do.
And how was it possible for such a tiny being to create such ear-splitting sounds. It was almost like she was living a nightmare.
There was a human village nearby, she'd kidnap one of the women who's job would be to nurse the child till she could take over efficiently. At once she set off for the village.
Although she didn't end up kidnapping a woman, she did however manage to persuade a lady to follow her.
Syria, a lactating widow, had just witnessed her husband get burned alive for possessing a copy of the Holy Bible. She had been spared because she had a child under three months.
It had been agreed that once the child turned a year old, both mother and child would be burned too.
So, meeting Syria underneath the tree where she wept seemed like a second chance at life.
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"My child's name is Pyr," Syria said as she nursed both babies from her breasts, "He's a very strong child. What's your child's name?" She asked.
"Ares," Lilith replied, "Do you not fear me?" She asked surprised at how nonchalant Syria acted, sitting under the same roof as a myth.
Syria chuckled, "You're not evil. I haven't read about you but I've heard about you. At this moment, we're both single mothers trying to that which is right for their children," she said.
"Pyr is a fine name," Lilith said changing the topic as she sat on a stool beside Syria.
Truly at the moment they were both mothers of their respective children. The only difference being her a mother against her own will...