🤤Lilith

Lillith was born in 1498, amongst the time where “America” was just being discovered. She lived among people who did not know color or race but knew only the land. Her story begins in a hut filled with love as her mother pushes her out of her womb to see new life spark. With that, she was named Lillith.

On her 23rd birthday though, riots began as her home would soon burn to the ground by outsiders. They cared not about the land, but about possession. A concept that her people could not grasp. With juxtaposition of people, it all clashed, and a war ensued.

War was something unlike Lillith, yet she loved every second of it. She loved the feeling of taking back what was hers, and giving punishment to the people who would dare step on her toes. Lillith burned for war, until one fatal blow made her fall to the ground. Looking up she saw her late lover, smiling as he watched over her. He was wearing their clothes, not the one of his people, no, but the one of the people who dared burn Lillith’s precious world to the ground.

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