Lilith
Lilith walks along the beach as the sun sets. She sits near the water's edge, enjoying the peace away from her home and Adam. Although her mate can see her, he does not listen. A woman is not just a helper; she is a partner and an equal. Why does Adam not understand this? Why does he follow orders like a blind man? Lilith's frustrations living in paradise compound.
Her skin is still dewy from the heat of the afternoon; the waves wash over her toes as her eyes gaze intently at the heavens. She wonders if the angels are watching them or if they are at rest. Do they slumber? Can they love or hate? Are they curious about her?
Lilith feels a shift in the wind around her, and her blue eyes scan the sunset and the dark shadows along the edges. "I can feel you there... show yourself," she calls out, curious to know what follows her.
Lucifer
This place infuriated him—and yet, it offered him more peace than anywhere else these days. He had been content with the warmth of the sun against his skin and the gentle caress of water against sand when he sensed her approach. Instinct drove him to the shadows, toes curling into the cooler grains beneath the willow’s shade. He had come seeking distance from Ricardus and his endless meddling; the creature was older than all of them, his counsel threaded with the truth of it. Lucifer did not dispute its wisdom, but he hungered for the future, not the past. The sound of wings drew his gaze skyward. Michael was leaving again. Another day spent longing for a woman he would never touch, ignoring their own kind in favor of chasing a phantom. An oddity, his brother, with that fixation. She was beautiful, Lucifer could admit as much, but whatever hold she had upon Michael, he could not fathom it. He had never spoken a word to her himself. Until now, it seemed.
When had she grown so perceptive, so aware of her surroundings? Even Raphael, who admitted to sneaking down to study them, had not been caught. Perhaps he had been too distracted of late. His mouth tightened in a frown before he stepped once more into the light, the dying sun warming his bare chest. A twist of white cloth still draped his waist; his wings shivered and stretched lazily before folding close again. He walked until his feet met the rolling tide, the water lapping cool against his skin.
“You speak as a queen, command laced into every syllable. Shall I bow?” His hand rose, fingers combing through his somewhat shaggy blond hair, his gaze fixed on the horizon rather than on her. The silver serpent coiled about his wrist caught the light, glinting faintly. A gift from their youngest brother, Uriel, who even now busied himself aiding their Father with his creations. Lucifer had always harbored a soft spot for the childlike angel. “Has the King driven you from your home yet again? Still deaf to your counsel?” He was not sure what compelled him to ask or to care. Yet even without turning, he knew she was troubled. That expression was familiar; it often followed one of Adam’s denser moments.
Lilith
Her bare body is adorned with long, thick waves of hair that cascade down to her hips, clinging to her damp skin. As she turns towards the voice, the light of dusk reveals the striking image of an angel, and she wonders if all angels are as beautiful as he is. She swallows nervously as he steps forward from the shadows, her blue eyes fixed on him, unable to look away. She has never seen an angel before, and his magnificent wings leave her in awe.
You speak as a queen, command laced into every syllable. Shall I bow?
Lilith smiles softly and replies, "Only if you wish..." Her tone is humble, laced with a hint of playful jest. "I hoped to meet the great Archangels who assist God in His creations. I watch each of them soar through the skies and wonder how it feels to be up above and look down at the world below."
Her toes playfully curl around the sand as she introduces herself, saying, "I am Lilith." She hopes to learn his name as well. Are there rules about conversing with angels? There are so many rules in Eden. She sighs at his question, "I come here to think. I have questions that do not interest my mate, so I ponder them here."
Quirking a brow at the Morningstar, she adds, "I wish to seek counsel to help me understand this paradise." Lilith tries to contain her excitement; she wants to ask more and fill herself with knowledge. She dares to ask, "Dear Archangel, what do I call you?"
Lilith is fearless. Adam is a daft man, and she cannot stand his touch. But that is the law; she must bear children and multiply their brood. As she gazes up, she wishes she could fly away.
Lucifer
His brow arched in pleasant surprise, wings giving a subtle tremor as his feathers quivered with shifting emotion. He had not expected humor from her—nor for her to catch his jest and return it. The oaf in the house could never manage as much. A quiet click of his tongue escaped as his gaze lingered fully upon her at last. Her excitement grew plain in her voice, and he found himself watching with interest. Autonomy. Thought beyond Father’s commands. She would drive Gabriel and Uriel to distraction should they ever attempt conversation. Raphael, he suspected, would be positively giddy to hear her speak. A soft huff left him as his wings unfurled to their full span. He shifted, settling into the sand with a practiced ease, letting them drape across the shore until the rolling water licked their edges. His elbows rested upon his knees, one arm idly toying with the tide as it rushed in, the other curled beneath his chin, supporting the tilt of his head.
“Lucifer.” The name slipped easily from him, his bright eyes cutting to hers for a fleeting moment, lips curving in an amused smile. “There is no need for anxiety nor wariness. No law forbids us from speaking. Your… mate, as you call him, may gnash his teeth, but Father pays little mind, so long as we do not interfere too deeply.” His tone sharpened faintly, a hint of discontent beneath the calm, though he gave little weight to his Father’s capricious decrees these days. He regarded her for another heartbeat before choosing. “I cannot promise answers to all things. Yet ask, and I will give what counsel I can. I am curious what it is you, Lilith, the mother of humanity, think upon in this paradise… if paradise is indeed what one ought to call it.”
Lilith
"Lucifer." She whispers his name, as if revealing secrets from heaven. His wings are magnificent, and she watches him in awe. Do they prefer to avoid humans? Are we beneath them? Do they resent us? Lilith has more questions than answers, and her place in the world seems to be: OBEY and FOLLOW.
“Interfere too deeply?” The light slowly fades across the horizon, and her skin is moist, reflecting the orange glow of the sunset. Her heavenly blue eyes gaze at the alluring ethereal figure as he unfurls his wings. As he speaks, her thoughts drift to how she can gain knowledge. Leaning back, her dark hair curls around her abdomen and frames her breasts. Her olive skin glistens as she rests against the sand, supporting herself on both palms and soaking in the last few rays of light.
Lilith is searching for support, but she finds none at home. She can sense Lucifer's mood from the tone of his voice, so she asks him, "Do you know Adam well?" After a brief pause, she continues, "Is seeking knowledge a sin? Am I not allowed to ponder or ask?" Her frustration has been building for some time. Losing herself in his gaze, she asks freely, "Why is the Tree of Knowledge forbidden?" A sense of freedom washes over her as she lies on her side, tracing her fingers aimlessly in the sand. Her personality begins to blossom as she engages in this easy conversation.
"I find Paradise... confusing, dear Lucifer." Lilith's eyes fixate on the sand, and a wave of sadness washes over her. In that moment, she yearns to ask the most basic question: Does her Father love her equally as He loves the rest of creation? Does He love her as He loves Adam?
How can Lilith voice such profound questions to an angel? She believes, and hopes, that maybe—if she proves to God that she is smarter and more capable than her mate—she might be granted more freedoms. It's a thought!
