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Night Monster.
That is what my name means.
I'm not sure what my mother was thinking when she named me Lilith but it's fitting because as of this moment, I have killed 220 people.
And tonight, I plan on making it 222.
I don't know why I am the way I am. I have loving parents, am a spoiled only child, and I am happy... when I am killing. From the outside looking in, I look and act like a normal adult. But I don't have the filter that stops most people from acting on all of the impulsive and intrusive thoughts that pop into their heads. I don't necessarily feel empathy, so I can't tell right from wrong.
I know killing is wrong because the law and society say so, but I think some people deserve to die. Personally, I love killing. It completes me.
Another reason why my name is fitting is that I only kill at night. I'm not sure why either but it definitely has its perks. Killing at night means that I am less likely to get caught but who am I kidding? No one would ever suspect a face as innocent as mine to be a vicious serial killer.
My skin is full of melanin, and it glows in the sun. My hair is curly and defies gravity in every sense of the word. My small waist and tight ass are irresistible to every man I have come in contact with. My full two-toned lips will give you the best kiss of your life right before saying the last words you will ever hear. Don't even get me started on my siren eyes. I have stolen souls with just a look, and spoiler alert, I don't regret any of it.
When it comes to men, it's simple for me. They are objects. And what do you do with objects? You use them. I use men for money, target practice, and sex.
Sex.
I love sex.
Don't get me wrong, I am not ran through. I can count on one hand how many people I've been with and if you're wondering, yes, they are all dead. I killed them all because the way I see it, my pussy is the best thing they will ever experience in this lifetime and the next, so it wouldn't be fair to keep them alive. Being inside of me is the closest thing to hell so I just send them straight to hell right after. Most people think that hell is a bad place but not me. It doesn't get better than sin, and hell is my heaven.
Sophia, who is my best friend in the whole world, doesn't think so. She's not religious, but she is spiritual. Funny enough, her name means God in the Hebrew Bible.
We could not be more polar opposites but that's why we work so well. We debate, and we argue sometimes but we always have each other's backs. I know everything about her and she knows everything about me that I allow her to.
"Hey, babe do you want to have a movie night tonight?" She asks me during our lunch date at this cute little restaurant in Calabasas.
Living in LA has its perks, and I'm not talking about the celebrities. The population of LA makes it easy for me to do what I do because there are so many criminals and so much fucked up shit happening, that no one even thinks to wonder where the missing people go after I take care of them.
