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Lilith's Starter
When you think of Christianity it was like they had forgotten about the main reason Eve was made, because the first woman refused to be forced into a marriage she did not want, she refused to lay with a male out of because he was the only one or to populate the world. And because of that, God cast her out of Eden, sent her away instead of killing her, he explained she needed to either lay with Adam and carry children or to leave and never been seen again. This broke something inside the beautiful woman, who thought she was special she was told that when she was made. Only to find out she was being used, as a baby maker for someone she couldnt even look at with interest. the Jewish people, respected Lilith they speak about her, every other religion remembers her. But the one she was created under, it was like she was wiped out and the first woman was made from Adam's rib.. why? because that was the only way God could get the world to be populated by Eve. For the longest time she was brought up, looked at as someone to fear to be come if women did not get married and have children, But now.. she was wiped from the bibles completely. How could that be.. The anger the Demoness has for this religion will never go away, so she LOVED going to churches and pissing them off when she could speak out and call them lairs, or mess with the pope, she hated Rome for that very reason. Her eyes laid on the darkness of the land before she walked up the building it was very run down looked over grown but this was where she had met Lucy or Lucifer as many call him, and she was changed into the person she was today. The mother of all Demons, her red and black hair blew in the wind as she sat on the broken stone stair case. Behind her was the alter she and Lucy became one, they had a strange courtship, she was his wife but not really. She leaned back onto the steps, her elbows against the sone as her dress pooled around her. She liked to come here and remember, how she became and honestly her home for so many ions. "Fuck, I miss the good days" she whispered letting her self get lost in a train of thought or memories she could not tell to even know if someone was watching or around.
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