( 𝔦 𝔞𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡

wings of ebony, screams of blood, she refused you. while you may demonize her, consider her WILD, remember she is FREE, And you are not. -oh adam, lilith’s flying away

[miscndria]

feel the fury closing in.

unrest had finally stirred among the downworlders, growing like a fast burning fire and lilith had lit the match with the blood red moon. but it had been the shadowhunters retaliation that let the match fall and they didn’t know how to put it out. the news of the unjust executions had come fast. the whispers had soon turned to shouts of protest. this was lilith’s opportunity to unite them all with promises of a better future for them, her children. 

lilith stepped down into her dungeon with her demons following suite. she nodded toward them in acknowledgement before stepping towards an alter. her hands graced the alter, eyes lingering along the lit candles and a silver dagger. a hand gently touched the dagger, feeling the silver along the pads of her fingers before she firmly grasped and slit a line down her palm. red spilled from her hand, pooling down onto the table. she murmured words in another tongue. she would reach her children’s homes, a whisper in their mind and a vision in their eyes, like an hallucination. 

  ‘ downworlders, surely you have heard the rumors of what the nephilim have ordered. they have plucked you out like weeds and they plan on executing you with little to no care. they have prosecuted you, villainized you and have treated you as less for centuries. you are scum to them. we can no longer stand to have our brethren killed off like ants on their shoes. it’s time for a new future. i am lilith, first woman of eden and mother to you all... i have clawed my way out of hell for you... and i’m here to protect my children and take back what is rightfully yours. follow me and you will be protected, follow me and you will no longer be subject to the cruelty and dictatorship of the nephilim no more. ’ lilith rose her chin up, confidence radiating off of her like the smoldering heat of fire. she was awe inspiring and unwavering. they would follow her. ‘ right now there are three of ours locked within the walls of the institute, ready to unjustly executed. i will not stand for my children to be killed any longer. i ask of you, my children, my heirs, march up to those walls, stand up to them all, tear them down because our numbers are greater than theirs... we need a riot and we need it now. ’

[alicentflorent]

[miscndria]

mindofironmemoryofsilk:

He closed the book, a tome on various kinds of demons, and smiled at the woman as he looked up. “I like to look at the silver lining in everything. It could be worse. I could have been dead.” He shrugged.

lilith hums in agreement, a small subtle nod of her head as the warmth of her tea seeps into her hands. ' that’s uncommon. ’ her eyes flicker over to his book. ‘ do you know how the other downworlders are doing? the ones that have been left incarcerated for their so called crimes? ’ 

[fhreya]

                                    In the land of  G o d s  and  M o n s t e r s                                                     I was an  A n g e l 

[miscndria]

mindofironmemoryofsilk:

“I am never going to allow myself to get arrested again…” He muttered to himself, distractedly, as his eyes ran along the lines in the book he was reading.

lilith glances up from her own book to see a man muttering. a sly smirk almost graces her lips but it vanishes too soon for anyone to spot. ‘ doesn’t sound like such a thrilling time,’ lilith muses sipping a cup of hot tea. 

[ofsplitlips-deactivated20170409]

simon’s brows rose high on his forehead, impressed. shit, he really should meet more of his kind, or downworlders in general. they know their stuff, and now that simon was one of them, he supposes he should know now, too.  he likes her, whoever she is. she seems smart, perhaps she’s one of the older ones despite her youthful appearance. but there’s still the fact she’s keeping her identity a secret from him…

‘ right, ’ he says, his shoulders relaxing, but her response does nothing to make him feel better. she doesn’t seem like a threat though; if she had wanted to attack him, she would have already done so, damon salvatore was a perfect example. then again, he didn’t seem to have all his shit together when simon awoke to the argument between the two brothers. shit, that’s right. stefan.

simon follows the action, swallowing thickly and licking the blood from around his mouth. his fingers feel numb. he frowns, sympathizing with her. he knows now more than ever to what it feels like being an outcast. she knows. she understands. that’s why she came to him. lilith. he freezes, remembering her story in the tanakh. how could he not recognize the name, when she was the most notorious demon in his scripture? he presses his lips together. ‘ yes, ’ he tells her honestly, quietly. laughs a little from the nerves. ‘ i didn’t think any of that was real. just fables. ’

[miscndria]

‘no story comes out of thin air.’ lilith allows her eyes to downcast, watching her the tip of her finger draw patters across the table top. ‘that’s not to say all the stories are true, at least not the way they are told. there are three sides to every story. there’s what history says about me and history leaves out a lot,’ lilith adds smiling in dismay before she continues on. ‘ there’s what i say about me and then there’s what’s actually true. people don’t seem to care about the truth when they already have assumptions about you but i like honesty. i think the world needs more of it. which is why i didn’t give you a false name.’

it always amazed her how demons were deemed liars and automatic cheats when more often than not they spoke the ugly truth. people never wanted to hear the truth, not when it was grotesque, messy and twisted. they’d rather have an easy lie wrapped up in a pretty bow. lilith’s history was nothing short of messy, twisted and it’s rare when she ever got to speak the truth about her story. it was easier speaking to other downworlders, sometimes she thought the true awakening was when someone was turned because only then could they stop to see all the complexities of the world. it’s what helped her gain so many allies.

‘if my company is no longer wanted, i won’t be too terribly offended.’ 

[ofsplitlips-deactivated20170409]

his lips quivers into a grin, tips his drink at her, musing. ‘ or was she? ’ he raises his brows and takes another sip of the blood and although it’s not enough to fill him up, it keeps his hunger satisfied. makes sense that fresh would be ideal, but she probably already knows that. ‘ don’t those people have to kinda know something? like, i mean, i know bram stoker ripped off sheridan la fanu, but they had to have some idea of what is out there. right? it makes sense. ’ biting his lip in thought, simon trails off, feeling slightly ridiculous. 

he gets it. it’s starting to feel that way now, that even when he wakes up, it’s not even a new day. it just keeps going and going, and there had been instances where simon watched the sun rise and woke when the sun was setting just to watch his ‘day’ begin. it never ends, never starts over. simon can’t even compare it to groundhog day. ‘ yeah, ’ he mumbles underneath his breath. 

the way she pauses makes him feel uncomfortable and her response is even more unsettling. what is that supposed to mean? he blinks at her, brows coming together in confusion as his mind reels and he doesn’t know what to think. licking his lips, he shifts in his own seat, fingers tapping against the bar–is there any real danger? ‘ well, have you lived up to that reputation? ’ 

[miscndria]

 ‘ there is some speculation that mary shelley was a warlock who eventually fell in love with a mortal and gave up her immortality to lead a simple life. ’ lilith shrugs. whatever evidence of the woman’s magical life had already been destroyed or erased from existence. all that was left was word of mouth. mary shelley and lilith had that in common, she supposes. 

she already sees his guard going up like an automatic wall severing the two apart. it’s alright, she says. she can sway him. ‘ i’m not going to attack you. it’d very stupid of someone to g picking a fight in such a public place. the clave would have a field day having just another excuse to put a few more downworlders in their graves. ’ lilith counted on it.

 lilith chuckles resting her chin on the palm of her hand. ‘ sort of. ’ she glances down at the table, smoothing a napkin with her free hand, long fingernails contrasting against the plain off white paper. ‘ in simple terms, i disobeyed my father, my husband, cast out of my home and demonized for speaking my mind. i’m famous but more through word than text. ’ lilith licks her lips, toying with the napkin in her hand before hse settles it back down. ‘ do you recognize the name lilith? ’ 

[santiclux]

“no kidding. i’ve never seen anything like this before.”

[miscndria]

‘ any leads? it all seems pretty animalistic. ’

[santiclux]

“What in the living hell happened last night?”

[miscndria]

‘ looks like hell was let loose.’

[blankurlherepls-blog]

He stared back at her, suppressing the chill that ran down his spine. “I can’t help it your kind is foolish enough to believe that. We lay down our lives for you. And for what? Oh. That’s right. Nothing.”

[miscndria]

her eyebrows rise a mere centimeter, a suppressed laugh held deep in her throat. ‘ you’re not laying down your lives for US. you do it for YOURSELVES, that and because you don’t know how else to live. ’ there’s no sign of pity in her tone. they made their beds and they will lie in it if it’s the last thing she ever does. ‘ now if you’ll excuse me i have better people to surround myself with. ’

[aporeticomega-deactivated201709]

Cole had no clue where he was, but one thing’s for sure he’s nowhere close to the voodoo shop he’s looking for. He must’ve gotten lost, thanks to the vague directions his friend gave him. Scratching the back of his neck, he let out a sigh. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to— Do you live here?” He inquired curiously.

[miscndria]

lilith cocks up an eyebrow inquisitively, wondering where the young man was headed but he changes direction of the conversation back to her. on the outside her place didn’t look like much, a glamour placed over for trespassers to wander AWAY from her pad. ' temporarily, ’ she quips lightly. if her plans went accordingly she wouldn’t need to hide soon enough. ‘ where were you headed? ’

[wclfism]

if it hadn’t been for the girl’s warning, eliza’s hand would be burning until the end of time. “thanks for the heads up,” she stepped away from the object, walking across the room to search for something else but touching anything else just yet. “is there anything else covered in wolfsbane around here?”

[miscndria]

lilith let her eyes wander over in careful inspection of the room as she crosses the room to where eliza is. it takes her a little over a minute before she leans in closer to the shapeshifter so that her voice is lowered. ‘ most of the talismans, the athame’s are forged in wolfesbane and vervain, and most of the candles are molded in them. ’ she flicks her eyes back over the room for one last glance before meeting back up with the younger girl. ‘ not exactly the safest place for people like us. ’ so the mundanes have certainly grown smarter over the years or more fearful. ‘ what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this anyway? ’

[blankurlherepls-blog]

“I’m not going to stand here and argue with you about a moot point. I don’t have to trust you to do my job. And unless I’m mistaken We’ve done a pretty damn good job.”

[miscndria]

there’s an intense beat where her eyes bore into his. and she should laugh because oh, how arrogant could this boy be? ‘ you’re mistaken. ’ she’s harsh but clear, her whole exterior embodying that of a leader, of the queen she had MADE herself out to be. ‘ you don’t get to decide what is good for the people when you are not one of them. you have not walked in their shoes. if this is a good job, then i’d hate to see what a bad job looks like in your eyes. ’

[blankurlherepls-blog]

“People do it all the time. You don’t have to trust a person to do your job right.” Jace barely held back an eye roll. People outside the Nephilim just didn’t understand. “My system is only broken because people like you don’t bother to try to understand it.” It wasn’t that Jace felt his system was fool proof wither, but he had faith in it.

[miscndria]

‘ that’s how people get killed. if you don’t care even a little bit for downworlders then you’re not a protector we want around. unfortunately, the nephilim is filled with people just like you. ’ lilith’s tone is cold, her chin raised to look upon his structured features. ‘ what we understand is our lives mean NOTHING to you. ’ 

[blankurlherepls-blog]

Dictatorship? Clearly this waif of a blonde hardly knew how things worked. “No. I don’t trust you, why should I? But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to do my job.”

[miscndria]

‘ how can you protect people you don’t trust? ’ she challenges her eyes flickering with annoyance. the more her suspicions were confirmed the more plans brewed in her mind to get things back into place.  ‘ your system is broken. ’

[miscndria]

( wclfism liked for a thing. )

           ‘ don’t touch that. ’ lilith’s voice raises in a warning. bending her head down the white haired demoness picks up the talisman before putting it back in its case. ‘ it’s coated in wolfesbane. ’ lilith carefully examines the piece from afar before turning her attention back to the shapeshifter.  ‘ wiccans can be pretty intuitive when it comes our world, ’ she explains with a gentle smile.

[miscndria]

( aporeticomega asked for a thing. )

            ‘ i think you’ve wandered down the wrong path. this is nothing but a dead end. not unless you were looking for me? ’ lilith is doubtful, not when many people knew she had resurfaced to begin with, still her hands clasp together in patience, head cocked to the side.