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I was in a dark place, as in pitch dark. There was not a single source of light, yet despite the darkness, I could see my own fingers, my own hands, my own body as if it was bright as day. It felt like I've been here before though. It felt familiar, comforting and scary at the same time.
What is this place?
Just then, I heard a barely perceptible sound of footsteps from behind. I turned around and from afar, a long line of light shone, ending under my foot. It seemed like the light form some sort of pathway. I wondered if I was supposed to walk, following the path.
My question was answered by an emerging figure from the light at the end of the path. It was hard to discern any details at this range, what with all those mist swirling around the figure. I tried to step forward to see better, but my feet were rooted to the spot as I watched this figure walking serenely towards me.
As the figure got closer, I managed to spot some details suggesting that it was a womanly figure. She sported dark forest-green hair, and her skin the color of desert sand was visible through the thin mist surrounding her. Her steps were soft and sounded as if she was walking barefoot on soft dry sands. As the mist around her face parted, I could see that her eyes were the darkest blue, like the color of the deepest ocean where whales and dolphins frolicked untouched by human hands.
"Mother!" I said as I ran towards her.
Her rose red lips made a slight smile, and her hands cupped my face, stroking it softly.
This felt strange. She had never shown any compassion before, at least not like this. Although she was never hostile or rough, she was always somewhat distant. Despite the weirdness of the situation though, I didn't back away from her. I loved what she was doing and it made me feel loved and happy. If Mother was intending on treating me like this from now on, then who was I to argue?
Then she let go of my face, though her piercing blue eyes still focused on mine. "Mother, what's with the touchy feely thingy? You've never done it before, not that I'm complaining", I asked.
She made a sweeping motion with her left hand, bringing up a number of moving pictures that seemed to hover in mid-air. It was like a paper-thin TV screen showing videos of anything that went on in her mind. I have learnt before that this was the way she communicated, that these pictures she showed me were a journey into her own exquisite mind.
Several pictures appeared at the same time. Some lingered for quite awhile. Some only appeared briefly and was gone when I blinked my eyes. I managed to catch the birth of a baby, a mother kissing her child's temple, a boy's first fall from a bike as his father helped him get back on it and long-lost brothers hugging each other. Then the images changed and I saw a man kissing a woman, a family laughing while having dinner together and sisters hugging each other as one of them wept and the other patted her head.
I couldn't understand much from what I saw, but I did know that it felt warm and kind, a feeling that was pretty much far in the background whenever Mother came to see me. I couldn't figure out what this meant, but it didn't matter. I loved it when Mother cupped my face, when she patted my head, when she held me close. Whenever I was in her arms, it felt like the world didn't matter, as if I could ignore the world and lived forever in her arms.
Then she raised her right hand, her long manicured fingers pointing straight at me. I was confused. She made a gesture with that same finger, as if asking me to turn around. So I turned around and my eyes fell on two chairs, or probably more appropriate to call them seats with armrests. Both chairs were illuminated by lights from above, of which I could see no point of origin.
I stepped closer to the chairs, admiring each of its finer points. One of the seats was a simple wooden chair. It was ornately carved with motives of flora and fauna. The seat was made of the nicest cushion filled with the softest cotton. I assessed that this chair will not be out of place in an exclusive restaurant or a fancy dining room.
The other one however was simply amazing. It looked like a throne in every way one looked at it. The surface was coated with a layer of gold, making the shining light even brighter on my eyes. I knocked on the gold surface, and deduced from the sound that this thing was very dense. Either it was filled with lead or this entire thing was casted out of pure gold. Fitted all over the surface were polished gems, probably diamonds of the highest value that shined with a blinding reflection, giving the seat a truly majestic brilliance. The seat was covered by layers and layers of soft fur. Some of these furs belonged to animals which I could not identify. I was truly amazed. This was not a mere seat, this was a throne fit for am emperor!
I looked back at Mother. She was watching me with a gaze that suggested ... was that curiosity I saw in her eyes?
"Are you asking me to choose one of these, Mother?" I asked, slightly bothered by her sudden show of emotions.
Despite knowing her love and compassion before, she had always acted as if emotions were beneath her. As if it was a wasteful habit to show how she felt. This time, her emotions were obvious. She was feeling curious and anxious, as if expecting something to happen.
She nodded in response to my question and I could sense her anxiousness increased.
I looked at the two seats. I told myself that if my only choices were these two, then my choice would be obvious. There was no denying which one appealed to me the most.
And so I sat down on the golden throne.
As I looked at Mother, she bent over backwards. Her mouth wide open, her face facing skyward as if howling to the sky, yet no voice was heard. Her hands clenched tight until orange colored blood seeped through her fingers and landed with a splat on the lighted path, releasing smoke and turning grey.
She straightened and looked at me directly in the eyes. Her ocean blue eyes were wet with tears, falling down her distraught face. She mashed her upper and lower teeth together, in a show of anger. When she unclenched her hands, the flow of magma stopped, but in her left hand, something that looked like the stalk of a plant was forming and enlarging.
I was suddenly very afraid of Mother and started pleading for her to forgive me for whatever I've done.
Mother replied by throwing the stalk of the plant straight at me. I didn't even think of evading it before it buried itself into my heart, effectively pinning me to the throne. I coughed blood as I felt the plant expand inside my body. From the wound, I saw small tendrils of plant-life emerging. I suddenly found myself hard to breathe as the roots of the plant burrowed into my veins and arteries, clogging my lungs and invading my organs.
The last thing I saw through the rapidly growing flowers and leaves were Mother's crying face.
Mother, forgive me!
I opened my eyes. Half expecting myself to still be in the tangle of tree limbs growing out of my own body. I was glad that it was still me, pretty much whole and ... what's this heavy thing on my back?
I turned around and saw my wings. Have I always had a pair of wings?
"Having nightmares?" came a voice from somewhere above me.
I looked up and there she was, Mother Lilith staring down at me. She was sitting atop a large jutting rock, her long legs dangling at the edge. It was then that I recognised the surrounding. It was in many ways similar to the place she took me to last time. The ground was composed of rough metallic rocks and glassy sands, the sky was red, with thunder shooting here and there, giving a terrifying view. From afar, screams of agony could barely be heard amidst the roaring voice of the erupting volcanoes and shooting thunders. The entire place stinked of sulphur and rotten eggs.
She got up and then jumped down from her position, landing right in front of me. Instinctively, I scrambled backwards away from her. Being too close to her could never be healthy.
We spent the next few moments just watching each other. Unlike Shaina, Mother didn't seem to be in a hurry, so this 'few moments' might've went for hours. I don't know how long exactly, it's hard to perceive time in this place. It could've even been days for all I know.
I was glad that she didn't do anything else though. Actually, that made me curious. Why weren't she doing anything at all? Before this, she always taunted me, or at least said something to get a rise out of me. Now she was ... silent, and relaxed ... almost like she was waiting for something.
Just then, my wings started to get heavier and I fell to the ground on all fours. In front of my eyes, the skin of my hands started getting dry and wrinkly. In a few seconds, it spread upwards to the rest of my body. Where the skin wrinkled, cracks appeared developing into tiny wounds that bled. I fell to the ground, not even having the strength to get up. My wings had fallen to my sides and my tail had already lain lifeless.
Problem with the skin, child?Mother, what's going on? It hurts.
I've told you before, did I not? Your lilin self will be consuming your own male essence. In this case, your wings and tails are feeding on your own body, which is not looking very good at the moment.
Help ... Mother. Please.
Help? Why should I? Maybe this should be your lesson for not listening to me.
Pause. I could no longer reply as my mind became inarticulate.
What? You're talking gibberish. I can't understand a single thing you said.
Pause.
Oh fine, I'll save you. Next time, remember to take off your skin first before you switch forms.
In my numbness, I felt a hand tug at my neck and pulled something off of my body. My body suddenly regained its strength and the first thing I saw the second I opened my eyes were Mother's feet. At that time I had a really crazy thought of kissing her feet for saving me. Soon as it emerged, I pushed the thought away.
I looked up at her, I noticed something smoky in her hands. It looked something like a garment, like a robe of sort. It looked nasty, like a crumpled skin of a pig. The edges of the long sleeves and lower hemline of the 'robe' was smoky and seemed to be disintegrating. The smoke instead of going up, went lower and washed over my face.
"What the heck is that, Mother?" I asked between coughs.
"This?" Mother said as she shook the garment, "Why, it's your skin, of course. Don't worry, it'll return to you soon enough," she said as she threw the garment (my skin) at me.
I was expecting to be enveloped by the 'garment' but surprisingly, the 'garment' turned to dust the moment it touched me. It was even worse though as the dust entered my lungs and I couldn't stop coughing. I thought I must've developed tuberculosis.
"Now, let's talk about the events that brought you here," she said. Her voice barely heard through my continuous coughing and wheezing.
I wanted to ask her what she was talking about, but couldn't as I needed my lung capacity for breathing and coughing.
"Oh for heavens sake..." she said. Through the corner of my eye, I saw her snapping her fingers.
I stopped coughing. Period. I didn't know what happened, only that it was easier for me to breathe now and I no longer have feelings of irritation in my throat and lungs. I took in lungfuls of air, feeling better and better each time.
"Why did you even bother with breathing?" Mother asked, in a tone that suggested curiosity or probably mild amusement.
"Because everyone breathe, Mother. Don't you breathe?" I said as I got back up on my feets. My wings and tail felt much lighter and more alive than before.
"Not here. You're in ethereal form now. You don't need to breathe at all."
"What? Then what did I just do? I definitely felt air going into my lungs just now."
"That wasn't air, child. That was ether. Sheol is full of it, but you don't need to breathe it in." she said, this time clearly appearing amused by my nonexistent knowledge of the universe.
She turned her head to watch an erupting volcano far in the horizon. "A pity to those poor things. Their only sin was for saying that God was a horrible bullying child. Which was not all that far from the truth, though of course still very wrong. God is indeed a bully, but He was not a child, neither was He horrible. Anyway, let's talk about the events that brought you here."
I panicked, thinking that she was talking about what happened to Shaina. "Okay, first of all. It was an accident. I didn't intend to kill her. I don't know what came over me".
"What are you talking about, girl?" she said, an eyebrow raised slightly.
"Huh? I mean Shaina ... I just ... she just ... umm ... nothing, Mother." I kept my mouth shut. It was all fine with me if she didn't know about Shaina's death. I would probably be safer if she never knew about it.
"Were you talking about your supposed to be mentor, Shaina who was blasted away by pure ethereal energy?"
"Umm ... she was my mentor?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
"Silly girl, she wasn't dead. You can't kill a Lili with that pitiful thing. Despite the corrosive nature of pure ether, there are plenty of ways to escape from it. Even if she wasn't able to get away, her natural defense would still be able to withstand the corrosive stream."
"But ... there was a pile of grey dust where she was standing."
"Most likely her human skin. I'll tell her to pick it up later."
"If it's her human skin, then why not tell her now. It is hers, isn't it?"
"Because my voice can't reach her now. She's lost in a feeding frenzy."
"Feeding frenzy?
"Your attack drained her of most of her energy. She had to use her last strength to blink away to one of her marks. If not because that man had her mark, he would've been twice dead by now. After that, she simply moved on to the next marks and once she ran out of marks, she went after civilians instead."
The she looked at me, which made me back away from her, and continued, "Regardless, you need to be punished. When I told you to do something, I expected it to be done. I can understand why your greed caused you to attack Shaina, but you should've controlled your urges. If you've fed more, you would've had enough strength of mind to suppress your urges."
She took a step forward, which caused me to panic. I spread my wings and leapt to the skies. Flapping my powerful muscles, I flew away from her. I didn't want to experience the thousand years of torture again, nor the burning sensation in and out of my body.
I must've flown for miles and miles, my wings had gotten really tired with the continuous flying. Maybe I should've exercised more. I decided to land and rest for a bit. I took a gentle dive as I spotted a flat clearing below me. While the descend was smooth, the landing was not. I tripped over one of the jutting rocks and stumbled several feet away.
I felt a hand on my shoulder, "It was amusing watching you fly in circles. However, I'm getting slightly annoyed at having to watch you make a fool of yourself for so long."
I panicked, so I did the only thing I could think of. I turned around and blasted her with my stream of pure energy. I instantly regretted doing that.
Through the dust, I said, "Umm, Mother? I'm sorry, I panicked. I didn't mean to do it".
"Foolish, but harmless," she said as she walked out of the cloud of dust looking none too worse for wear. This time she looked mighty pissed off and it might've been my imagination, but I could feel tremors on the ground as she stomped her way towards me.
I held my hands in front of me, hoping against hope that she would stop, "Please, Mother. Stay away, leave me alone. I don't want to fight you".
I fed my palms some of my own energy to show her I was serious.
She stopped, thankfully. She looked straight at me and said, "Is this what you call a fight? No, child. This is just you throwing a tantrum. A real fight is something beyond your ability and understanding."
She continued, "Did you seriously think that such an attack would be good enough to harm me, little girl? You're like an infant compared to me."
"Your techniques are childish and immature. The same immature technique I've seen from Sarai when she was young. The only difference was that hers was 100 times more powerful than yours. Want to know the outcome of that childish outburst?"
I didn't think I want to. I had a feeling it would not be pretty.
She continued anyway, her beautiful face still showing anger, "She got her human body ripped to shreds. It took us two years just to gather enough of her human body to rebuild it. Do you know what will happen to you if you lose your human body?"
I didn't answer.
"You will become a lost soul. Wandering Assiah or Sheol looking for a new host body. You will rapidly forget your old self and you will be no different than a Legion bug. Do you know what a Legion bug is? They're those tiny insects that fly around in swarms draining the energy of Lilim and possessing humans when they got lost in Assiah. That would've happened to Sarai if I didn't capture her lilin self before she lost her mind. She had been docile ever since. The pain of having your body ripped to shreds would be enough to make anyone docile. So if you want to feel that pain, child, do what Sarai did. Use all your powers and send forth a stream of pure energies at me. Either do it now or do as I say!"
Despite my fears, I spread my wings and attempted to take to the skies. Anywhere would be safer than this place.
The moment I was about to leap upward, I felt something caught my ankles. I looked down and saw my feet vanish into the ground. I flapped my wings as hard as I could, but still could not escape from the clutches of the ground beneath me. It appeared as if the harder I flap my wings the faster I got dragged under the rough surface.
I gave up struggling as my leathery wings tore and my bones snapped when my upper body sunk into the ground. My cries of pain went unheard. The sounds of tearing wings and broken bones seemingly louder in my ears than my own voice.
Soon it became clear that I was rapidly being dragged down deep into the earth and if I didn't do anything soon, I might never get out ever again. So I punched and kicked and clawed at the metallic rocks around me with little effect. I blasted a hole in front of me, which only made a small hole that was immediately filled in by more of the metallic rocks. In my desperation, I started to suffocate and getting increasingly anxious. I've never liked small spaces, ever since that one day in my childhood when I was trapped in a small auto-locking closet.
In my panicked mind, I thought, I'm going to die, I'm going to run out of air and suffocate to death. That thought made me renew my punching and clawing of the rocks in front of me until I realised that I no longer have any more space for movement.
I pushed my nails with my finger muscles to make it a bit longer and used it to slit my own throat, just so that I wouldn't have to suffer death by suffocation. I had pretty much accepted my death and was trying to choose the lesser of two evils. So I closed my eyes and sang Jingle Bells in my head while waiting for my end.
A while later, I finished singing Jingle Bells, so I started with Santa Claus Is Coming To Town.
I finished that as well, so I started singing I Don't Wanna Close My Eyes, twice.
I finished that one too, and so I thought, 'what the hell, how long will it take for me to die?'
The rocks had stopped moving by now, though I was still very much stuck. The only things I could move by now were my fingers and my toes. I could also move my mouth and eyes though unless I started developing optical laser or dragon's breath, I didn't think it would be much use.
It was amazing what you could accomplish when you stayed calm. It was more amazing what you could think of when you were buried deep underground. I tested the rocks and the soil integrity by cutting the rocks slowly with a concentrated stream of pure ether. After what felt like an hour, I managed to cut enough of the large metallic rocks into small chunks that fell to my feet thus freeing my arms.
Slowly and carefully, I moved my palms so it faced the wall of rocks above my head. I took a deep breath, concentrated my ethereal might on my palms and blasted away. It took some time and my feet kept sinking into the rocks beneath me before the pressure from the ethereal blast lessened and I again got a glimpse of the red skies of Sheol. Ignoring the pain in my broken wings, I crawled and climbed the hole back out to the surface.
Once back on the surface, I sat on the ground, trying to nurse my wings back to health. I heard the popping sounds of mending bones and skin as I concentrated on the healing of my wings.
"Finally! I thought you were going to stay down there forever."
I gave Mother a petulant look. It made her even more angry but I no longer cared. Her stomps were obvious through the tremors in the ground. I winced when she pulled me by the hair, making me hang on the threads of my hair as she looked me in the eyes. I immediately dropped my eyes to evade hers.
"Did you pay attention to the memories I conjured for you just now? You're alone now, child. Gaea has forsaken you. Sarai has left you. Barbiel has already washed her hands off you. And not to mention your mentor was almost dead, thanks to you," she yelled as she shook her hands causing my body that was attached to the hair in her hand to swing back and forth.
"So in case it hasn't register in your brain, yet, you have nowhere to go. You have no one to turn to. I'm the only one you have. So you'd better show some respect, stupid child."
I was trying to dislodge my hair from her grip when I heard a ferocious roar from somewhere, far away. Then I heard a sound similar to a galloping horse, but much subdued, as if it was galloping on a road of cushions. I noticed the roars sounded getting closer and closer. From afar, I saw a dot in the horizon growing larger and larger as it got closer. I stopped my struggles when I saw the carriage closing in on us.
The thing that scared me the most was the lions, if it could be called lions. It was more like birds with the head of lions. Six animals with the head of lions and the body of owls tied to the carriage in pairs was running, or flying as fast as the wind, while pulling the huge carriage as if it weighed nothing. Somehow, I knew that this was the Anzu bird, Mother's pets. The carriage on the other hand was ornately carved, with symbols and figures of people and ... some kind of ritual. Don't ask me how, but when the carriage stopped next to us, I was able to identify the carvings on the carriage.
The carvings detailed Mother's life. It started from her humble beginning as a glob of mud empowered by the eternal darkness at the beginning of the world to being the favourite child of Heaven. I noticed the words 'strength', 'judgement', 'power' and a seemingly much newer carving, 'concealment' next to the story. There was another word in front, 'shell', which from the look of it was meant to be erased, without much luck.
Then I read of her fall from grace as she left Heaven and her beloved Adam, thus being chased around the Earth by the three angels sent by The Great Sovereign to bring her back. Then they fought and fought and fought, until the earth cracked and split, mountains tossed and rocks fell down from the sky. I read of the deal she made with the three angels and noticed her glee at how much the angels squirmed at being forced to accept their new task, as watchers of Lilith and her children. Next to the story was something like a prayer, or incantation:
Great is the daughter of Heaven who tortures babies
Her hand is a net, her embrace is death
She is cruel, raging, angry, predatory
A runner, a thief is the daughter of Heaven
She touches the bellies of women in labor
She pulls out the pregnant women's baby
The daughter of Heaven is one of the Gods, her brothers
With no child of her own.
Her head is a lion's head
Her body is a donkey's body
She roars like a lion
She constantly howls like a demon-dog.
Then it detailed the meeting between the weakened Mother with the child-goddess Ishtar, daughter of Anu and how she would help Mother get back on her feet if Mother would serve her for one day. Mother refused, fled to the fruitful river and made a home in the trunk of a Huluppu tree. One day Ishtar accidentally pulled the tree she made a home in from the river Perath and that shocked the child-goddess so much, that she ran home and pleaded Gilgamesh to chase Mother away. Gilgamesh succeeded and Mother was driven away from her home and had to walk the Earth again. Next to the story was the word, 'Utnapishtim'.
Mother finally fell exhausted on the cracked grounds of the wastelands east of the Red Sea. Then a storm came, bringing with it strong winds and pouring rain, and Mother became whole again. She flew to the beach of the Red Sea and settled there, mourning for her loss. That was until the three angels returned and told her of the creation of Eve. The rest of the paragraph detailed Mother's journey back to the Garden of Eden and how she persuaded Eve to eat the forbidden fruit with Adam. Next to the story was carved the words, 'regret' and 'longing'.
Then it told of the birth of the Lilim, Mother's children. The story continued up to the legend of the Tower of Babel. It mentioned in great detail of how Semiramis, herself one of the Lilim, persuaded her husband, King Nimrod to seek an alliance with Mother so that the Tower could be built faster and stronger. Mother agreed and so Lilim and humans worked together to build the greatest monument ever made by man, a symbol of mankind's unity and strength.
God was angry at their arrogance, so he brought down the confusion of tongues against them, and for the first time, men were unable to speak to one another and the Lilim lost their power of speech. Then God struck at the Tower with hundreds of lightning and scattered humans around the world with a great hurricane. The inarticulate and confused Lilim were easily picked off one by one by the swooping angelic army and out of thousands, only one survived, by love and grace of Mother.
Mother was angry and together with Samael, transformed into great serpents and threatened that she would drown the world unless her children were returned to her. God refused, He slew Samael, and cooled Mother, so she would never bring harm to the world again. In tears, Mother took the last Lili, dived into the Red Sea and sought refuge in the shadowy domains.
"Enough reading," Mother abruptly said as the door of the carriage suddenly opened and I was thrown inside.
We arrived at a lush countryside. There were tall trees and green plains as far as the eye can see. In front of us is a kind of castle, not unlike medieval castles I've seen before. If not for the red sky, I would've thought that we're back on Earth. The sight of life sized fairies flying around was another major giveaway that this was not Earth.
Weird though, were they flying around with their hands clipped to their backs? What a strange style of flying. My pondering was cut short when the massive black door of the castle start to open. Once it was fully opened, Mother simply walked in through the courtyard as if she owned the place. I started to wonder if this was Yenne Velt.
Nope, can't be. If this was Yenne Velt, then I'm sure nobody would be brave or foolish enough to sit on her throne, I thought as my eyes fell on two figures in the distance. One of them was one of the fairies, the same kind as the one flying above us. The other was a mature man, who appeared to be around the age of 40 if he was human. By each side of the throne, two suits of armors were standing still as if guarding them. I couldn't tell if there were anyone in the suits of armors because they didn't move at all.
"Oh, how wonderful it is for you to fall. How amazing your beauty is. How beautiful your wings reflect the light of creation. And how great is your eternal elegance," I heard the man say.
We walked closer to the throne. The fairy was sitting crosslegged on the throne. She was smiling down on the man, who was holding her left foot in one hand and kissing her toes. I thought it weird that even sitting, I couldn't see her arms. Only as we got closer did I found out that it wasn't because she kept her arms behind her, she didn't have arms at all!
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