Prologue
Lilith
Lilith looked around, her soul shattered in two. Carnage, blood, bodies contorted, their faces twisted with the horrors that befell them.
She looked down at herself, covered in thick, slick dark crimson, her once white gown now no longer.
Lilith picked white, always white. She wanted others to see her as this innocent thing. A human. Lilith was neither innocent, nor human. Not anymore.
She had spent the last 200 years in exile after fleeing from Adam, but she was happier without him. Was doing better than him.
She flicked her long platinum hair over her shoulder, deprived even a drop of crimson, watching for slight movement. ‘A wing might betray.’ Lilith thought. The mountains of bodies around her, most devoid of wings, crunched under the weight of Lilith’s boots as she slowly walked through each pile of bodies… “Pathetic Angels.” Lilith sneered.
She had killed many, too many.
This war had raged on for countless years, all because God’s precious boy Lucifer decided to fall. Nobody seemed to care about Lilith when she was Made to be Adam’s personal squeeze toy.
This war started between God and Lucifer, but 200 years later, God had long lost interest, now it was between her and Lucifer. They both wanted to rule Hell, a dark, desolate and… empty place. Demons and souls that resided in Hell now bled for Lilith.
Angels that fell became Lucifer’s personal army. Bred to fight.
Although they fought against each other, Lilith had never met Lucifer. Had never wanted to.
Until now.
Lucifer
Lucifer was sat in a throne, donned with dark metal and dried thorns that intertwined along the back. It spoke of a deadly ruler, unwilling to hear reason.
He never showed emotion, almost always looking bored.
His clothes were pristine, his hair dark as the Capricornus Void, his eyes, the opposite, shining as embers that had seen and lasted many millennia.
Lucifer always presented himself as an evil being, the truth to what everyone already knows. He took The Fall, he rebelled against his Father, God.
He took the Earth as his prison, the once emeralds and sapphires thriving with people and animals, had faded and now became a dark, dirty and desolate place. Homes that once welcomed everyone were long since destroyed, all that stood was burnt rubble, stones, bones and ash of the victims that couldn't and wouldn't escape. The Humans drank, stole and robbed each other to fill the void of their once beloved village, town and land. Lucifer pitied Humans. Their short lifespans, their mortality. He had lived many human lives. Most unsure of what had happened eons ago. Many shared whispers and rumours, but no one Human remembered how their home was no longer. He stood, the tent overlooking the bloodshed below, Lucifer's face didn't waver, didn't grimace, as he took in the sight of the Dead Man's Land. Too many had died, too many had been slaughtered. No progress had been made. Bodies of angelic beings and demonic presents laid to rest, enemies side by side. While Lucifer and Lilith were off in a raging next ending war, fighting for Hell's deadly throne, neither of them letting the other win, the Humans suffered gravely... When would this war end?
