power created in the very beginning , glittering like honeyed starbursts carved into the finest marble as eyes of liquid gold and obsidian open after ageless sleep . Confusion clouds a primordial mind as your mouth utters words you can not understand, the mere sound the sweetest in existence as memories flood back causing frown to mare delicately exquisite features . Your name is Lilith , and you are gods younger brother , the second creature to come into being. You are the father of the four horsemen , and creator of the world . But the question still remains , why did your brother steal your ideas and children whilst condemning you to eternal rest to never be known by man or your sons , and why are you awake , in a world you no longer understand ? Everything is frightening , and you are the second most powerful creature alive , that's certainly a bad mix , but your learning quickly .
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