The First Woman

Chapter 8.3: Paranoid and Melanoid

Lilith, with a thoughtful expression, posed a question that carried both curiosity and a touch of empathy. "Evelyn, my dear, do you wish to see Nikolai again?"

Evelyn, in a modest nod, conveyed her desire to see Nikolai again. Her eyes, a reflection of both hope and hesitation, sought to discern Lilith's reaction.

Lilith, perceiving Evelyn's unspoken affirmation, couldn't help but smile, a subtle acknowledgment of the journey that lay ahead. "Come, Evelyn," she said, holding out her hands. Evelyn approached, and Lilith clasped her hands warmly.

"I will grant your desire. Go and be with Nikolai," Lilith said, her voice a mix of maternal care and understanding. "I will be fine here in my confinement. There was a time, when I was mortal and faced with exile, that I wandered the vast wilderness alone. This solitude is not unfamiliar to me."

Evelyn, holding Lilith's hands in a reassuring grip, nodded in understanding. The bond between them, forged through centuries and shared experiences, spoke volumes in the silence of that confined space.

As Lilith prepared to release Evelyn to fulfill her desire, Lucifer, lurking in the shadows, listened with a sense of agony. The departure of Lilith's creations weighed heavily on him. Yet, with a conflicted heart, he chose to depart silently, leaving Lilith to her thoughts and Evelyn to the fulfillment of her immortal longing.

Lilith, gracefully seated on her bed, observed the river of lava that flowed outside her confined space. The mesmerizing dance of infernal flames mirrored the complexities of her immortal existence. In the midst of her contemplation, a voice called out her name, and Lilith turned to see Satan's imposing presence.

"Satan," Lilith acknowledged, her tone a blend of curiosity and acknowledgment. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"

Satan, with an air of casual confidence, replied, "Just paying a visit to the Queen of Hell. It's not every day one gets the chance to converse with the illustrious Lilith."

Lilith, with a hint of amusement, motioned for Satan to join her. "Sit, if you wish. Now, tell me, Satan, how does the dominion unfold? How does the river of power flow in our infernal realms?"

Satan, taking a seat with an air of ease, leaned back and considered Lilith's question. "The dominion plan progresses as anticipated. Lucifer's influence continues to spread, and the mortals in Daleth succumb to their desires. The balance of power tilts further in our favor with each passing day."

Lilith, her eyes reflecting a mixture of intrigue and calculation, inquired, "And the celestial forces? What is their response to the unfolding dominion?"

Satan, wearing a smirk, replied, "Curiously, the celestial forces seem to be unresponsive to the unfolding events. It's as if they're not fully aware of the shifting tides in the infernal realms."

Lilith, furrowing her brow in confusion, leaned forward with renewed interest. "No response? That's unusual. What could be keeping the celestial forces from intervening in the cosmic dance between celestial and infernal?"

Satan, leaning back with a dismissive shrug, responded, "It doesn't matter, my queen. What truly matters is that half of humanity has fallen into the clutches of our influence. The dominion plan progresses, and the mortals willingly embrace the allure of their desires, succumbing to the temptations we have sown."

Lilith, absorbing Satan's words, contemplated the implications of the unfolding events.

As the conversation neared its conclusion, Satan, rising from his seated position, regarded Lilith with a nod of acknowledgment. "I must depart, my queen. The dominion requires my attention, and there are matters in the infernal realms that demand my presence."