The First Woman

Chapter 6.1: Libertarian and Utilitarian

Lilith, her demonic presence still commanding the room, issued the final decree. "Daughters of temptation, disperse and carry out your duties. Let the shadows of disobedience become the canvas upon which you paint desires."

As Lilith's command echoed through the gothic castle, Evelyn and the succubi knelt before their queen mother. With a synchronized unity, they raised their voices, "Hail, Queen Mother," a proclamation of allegiance and reverence that resonated within the halls.

The succubi, now under Lilith's dominion and guided by Evelyn's leadership, rose to their feet and began to disperse.

In the solitude of her magnificent room, Lilith ascended the staircase and approached the window. The bright moon cast its silvery glow, painting the room with an ethereal light as Lilith's eyes fixated on the celestial body. The cool night air whispered through the chamber, carrying with it a sense of quiet determination.

"In this scenario," Lilith spoke, her words weaving through the air, "the angels will undoubtedly act upon this current phenomenon. And by that..." A subtle smirk played on her lips as her gaze intensified on the luminous moon, "that archangel will appear as well."

As Lilith contemplated the celestial dance above, a low, haunting laugh escaped her, echoing through the room. "When it happens," she declared with a tone filled with resolve, "I'll end her existence, so that I can save our existence." Her eyes, gleaming with an otherworldly intensity, reflected the full determination of her plans.

Lilith, standing before the ornate table in her magnificent room, reached for the mirror with a graceful motion. As she held the mirror, her piercing eyes met their reflection, and a subtle, enigmatic smile played on her lips. With a gaze that bore the weight of ages, Lilith watched as her demonic countenance shifted and transformed into the ethereal visage of the First Woman.

In the mirror, the beauty of Lilith in her original form unfolded—a vision that transcended the boundaries of mortal allure. Her raven-black hair cascaded in lustrous waves, framing a face of exquisite symmetry. Eyes, pools of ancient wisdom and mystery, held a captivating depth that seemed to reflect the cosmos themselves. A delicate yet confident smile adorned her lips, hinting at the power she wielded over shadows and desires.

Lilith's skin, radiant and flawless, seemed to glow with a subtle otherworldly luminescence. The contours of her figure, both regal and alluring, spoke of a grace that defied mortal standards. Her presence in the mirror was not merely a reflection but a testament to the timeless beauty that marked the First Woman.

As Lilith continued to gaze upon herself, the mirror became a vessel, capturing the essence of her allure—the blend of demonic power and celestial grace that defined her existence. The room, bathed in the silvery light of the moon, bore witness to the eternal beauty of Lilith, a beauty that held within it the echoes of disobedience and the intricate design of destinies yet to unfold.

The sin-laden air of the continent of Daleth had become increasingly palpable, a dark cloud that extended not only from the disobedience of the people but also from the men who succumbed to the lustful temptations wrought by Lilith's succubi.

In the celestial realm, the angels of the 3rd triad, alarmed by the escalating situation, descended to Earth. The moon cast an ethereal glow upon their arrival, their silhouettes cloaked in celestial radiance. Two archangels, Raphael and Jophiel, touched down swiftly, their presence heralding a divine intervention.

As they descended upon a town caught in the clutches of temptation, the succubi were in the midst of their seductive dance, entwining the hearts of men in a web of desire. The moonlit shadows played witness to this unholy spectacle.