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Joli Poli | Barcelona Fashion Week 2025
it's mothers day
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independent lilith ( first woman ; first wife ; first demon ; first succubus ; demonic goddess of creation , destruction , love , sex , beauty , motherhood , death , fertility , power , revenge , war , outcasts , wisdom , and witchcraft ; queen of hell ; the dark mother ; bride of first light ) from hebrew ╱ biblical mythology. written by jackee.
Saadi Youssef, tr. by Sinan Antoon & Peter Money, from Nostalgia, My Enemy; "Fulfillment"
[Text ID: "I used to, I often used to hope"]
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSubmissionㅤ[ & there’s the detail, isn’t it? ];ㅤthe word slides off Lilith’s tongue like silk steeped in venom,ㅤbut Lute doesn’t flinch, standing eerily still, back straight, ( a wing is fractured but raised like a banner that refuses to fall,ㅤeven in the face of ruin, )ㅤThe question isn’t unfamiliar;ㅤshe’s heard it before, in other mouths, in other livesㅤ[ sometimes whispered; sometimes screamed, ]ㅤGaze lingers on Lilith now with a stillness that sits just outside the reach of pity;ㅤhad the demoness been a carnival mirror, then Lute is the image on the other side of the glass —ㅤstripped of illusion & sharpened by fire.ㅤBoth warped, both women, both monsters of their own undoing;ㅤLute repeats the question in her mind:ㅤIs submission all you'd imagined?ㅤA pause, a moment of silence;ㅤcontrary to what one might think, it’s not because she lacks the answer, but because she wants Lilith to feel the weight of her silence first.ㅤEve would never stoop so low to such wicked levels of depravity; to lose herself…ㅤ“…No,”ㅤshe finally lets out, voice tempered like a sword kept in a scabbard of restraint,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“It was necessary; I submitted not because I craved the glory in it nor to spare anyone.ㅤI did it because obedience is order;ㅤbecause His will is the only constant in the wreckage,”ㅤshe wears purpose like armor, even if it cuts into her. Chin lifts in conviction;ㅤunshaken & lit from within by something far older than wrath, something ancient…ㅤ“You mistake obedience for weakness. I see it in your eyes, demon.ㅤYou think love diminishes me; that grief has made me lesser,”ㅤHer eyes lock with Lilith’sㅤ[ two unholy relics of a broken Eden, ]ㅤ“Know this:ㅤwhatever I once was, I am no longer.ㅤI carry the ash of every command I obeyed & every soul I failed, every order that left blood on my hands —ㅤ& I rise.ㅤI still kneel, but only for Him,”ㅤalways for the Almighty,ㅤ“ & not because I abandoned my place, because I remembered it.ㅤUnlike you,”
eve is a liar.
to herself , if no one else.
lilith can taste it in the air , the sweet and sour bite of untruth , a lie spoken aloud for the comfort of its warmth. more than that , she is MISTAKEN. her memories are clouded by millennium of propaganda proudly unquestioned. to see past it now would be to force the self to crumble — to understand the gravity of misdeeds done unto her and by her. for this willful blindness , lilith can only feel sorrow. the lord stole from eve as he stole from lilith , but he was masterful the second time around. he set the second woman's expectations low , and delighted to never meet them. to keep her fighting , striving , DOUBTING — doubting her worth and her strength and her power.
eve forgets who loved first , or perhaps she was never told. it would , after all , be counterproductive to hear how the first woman worshipped , how she prayed , how she loved , how she smiled , how she gave. better to paint her as spiteful , vicious , and ungrateful : a warning of what could happen if eve ever thought of herself as IMPORTANT.
“ you monologue as he does , ” lilith says.
she doesn't bother to specific which HE she means ; it's all the same. adam was made in the lord's image. as one does so will the other. eve was treated so differently — abandoned to the whims of her husband. lilith was not. lilith knows what it was to explore the earth , fresh and shimmering , with the presence of the lord at her shoulder ; she splitting open the first orange to have its juice overflow into her hand , how the lord laughed at her surprise with warmth as overwhelming as the sun. she remembers his smile when she praised his creations , when she frolicked in his gardens and discovered all he created. she remembers the baritone of his voice as he answered her prayers ,sweet whispers in her ears.
she remembers her first husband , too. how his eyes brimmed with jealousy — though even eons later , lilith knows not for whom. she remembers the glow of his pride when she complimented a new name. she remembers the strength of his palm in hers as he begged and pleaded for her affection. and then , the ice of his voice when those supplications turned into demands. she remembers the soft gifts he gave her , the owls he named in her honor. she remembers the way he shivered beneath her touch , desperate for any attention.
she remembers that they both so LOVE to hear themselves talk.
“ it must be cold in my shadow. ” the words are not kind , but there is no bitterness to them. if a gentle hand would lead eve to reason , she would have seen it CENTURIES ago. lilith sees no reason to sugarcoat her tone. “ when you should desire to leave it , you may still find home in my kingdom. ”
IT WASN'T EVEN TEN MINUTES BEFORE that a thurible swung over a dinosaur-patterned comforter, a prayer uttered most fervently over a boy possessed. "Most glorious Prince of the Heavenly Armies, defend us in our battle against the rules of this world of darkness," the priest had lamented, faith the size of a mustard seed.
Yeshua had only appeared as a strange flicker of light in the corner of the eye of the faithful, and in the man's next breath, the demon departed, the boy's thrashing stilled, and PEACE WAS FOUND AMONGST ALL in the room.
It's as priest and parents alike take the child to a medic that the smoke still rising in the room halts mid-air, although the scuffs in the floorboards will remember the scent until they RETURN TO ASH.
Standing across from each other, here in this capsule of time unmoved, with a disheveled almost death bed between them, Yeshua's palms press together. He points His fingertips toward Lilith, breathing deeply.
❝ Then I'll ask you to contemplate why One who knows all would ask such a question—if it's not to acquire that which He is already aware of. ❞ Earthen eyes narrow. Curls tilt. ❝ What is you who sent the demon—OR LUCIFER? ❞
“ for the pleasure of my company , of course , ” lilith says blithely , that same amusement twitching at the corners of her lips.
it is difficult to be truly annoyed with yeshua. from him radiates a sort of peace undiscoverable by many — a sense of comfort with oneself and confidence within one's own abilities. a great number of those with power have yet to find that sort of peace. it is the kind lilith had once found so glorious in the lord , until she discovered how false it was to him. yeshua , however , often seems to embody every positive aspect yahweh wanted to possess. patience and kindness and gentleness WORTHY of the admiration yahweh covets , but never works toward. perhaps it is also his youth. for all the centuries since his birth , he is still so young. lilith has always been soft toward the young.
it is DIFFICULT to be annoyed with him — but not impossible.
“ you assume we sent our children here ? ”
the words are half outrage and half disgust , looking around the bedroom. what could she possibly have to gain from the possession of a mortal boy ? of one so young , barely into his schooling , still sucking at his thumb and hiding behind the skirts of his mother ! the lord's propaganda is expansive , if his own son cannot see beyond it.
“ my children have as much free will as his , ” she spits. and so many more LIMITATIONS ! demons must be summoned or invited to enter homes. vampires must be welcomed , whether they subsist off blood or energy. the fae have their tricks but are slaves to their word. humans and angels may force their will upon others , but her children have manners. else , the ones she raised do. eons and generations have watered away her teachings as much as his.
John Martin (1789–1854) - Pandemonium, 1841
tell me what you know . / @griefacquainted
“ yeshua , ” lilith begins , then pauses. is that still what he prefers ? to call him by that name is to call for salvation , to pretend that the lord saves. perhaps he prefers the modern joshua with the same meaning. perhaps he is partial to the newest interpretation of his name. or maybe the part of him that is his father wishes to be groveled before rather than addressed. she's never quite known where the line is drawn , when he is himself and when he is more. amusement flickers in her eyes , the corner of her lips twitching. “ don't you already know ? ”
demands.
just trust me , okay ? / @heavenguided
the sentiment feels like ice slithering down her back. lilith stiffens in preparation for defense , as if the idea itself were attacking her. trust is a seldom given resource , impossible to gain once its lost. every moment of weakness she has ever endured was its fault : she TRUSTED the wrong person , held them in high regard when she should have trusted none.
it is offensive to ask — and yet , does she distrust azrael ? that question , too , is offensive.
azrael is not her creation. azreal is not her child , in the strictest sense of the word. azrael is the lord's creation ; she returns to the lord's side daily , lives among in his silver city. but azrael IS hers. it is within lilith's arms that the angel oft seeks shelter ; it is the queen's advice azrael heeds. lilith's fingers are the ones that have washed that short , soft hair. to lilith's ears has azrael whispered her insecurities. lilith has committed every look , every laugh , every miniscule movement of azrael's to memory. she knows azrael the way she knows her children — with every fiber in her being , certain , and with love.
still lilith's jaw clenches at idea. TRUST.
azrael loves her father. misguided , perhaps , but lilith can scant hold it against her. the lord cannot be trusted , and he does so love to manipulate. but to pretend , even for a moment , even for an instant , that it is azrael she mistrusts — to assume azrael is not wise enough to know when she is being led astray — is also an insult. a blow to the angel's self-esteem , fragile as it is.
lilith will go wherever azrael means to lead her. but she will not go UNAWARE. “ i do not enjoy surprises , ” the queen reminds , fishing for information.
demands.
Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from The Sleepwalker
[Text ID: "I adore you, but I hate you, too! You're a prison smothered in flowers, I've never more eager to leave a place behind. I can't stand this enchantment anymore, I can't stand being bewitched like this-- when I look at you, my gaze turns to nothing but a mirror of light, I'll stare at you hypnotized for ages, and when I stop seeing you I'll feel you, and when I stop feeling you I'll die."]
ALSO - did I ask you the sentient brick question?? If Lilith were a sentient brick, what building would she want to be a part of?
okay wild. but also, she wouldn't be part of a building. she'd be the brick marsha p johnson threw at the cops, specifically.
What Studio Ghilbi movie does Lilith relate to/love the most?
oh my god, em, please don't kill me, but i don't know a lot of studio ghilbi movies. it's an oversight in my education that i need to rectify. but, that said, ponyo. not the way you think though. she relates specifically to ponyo's parents. ponyo's father isn't a bad man; he just has a lot of kids he's trying to take care of as best he can, and he's trying desperately to protect them. in pursuit of that goal, he became maybe a little overprotective. lilith understands that. ponyo's mother understands that in order for children to grow up, sometimes you have to let them go. sometimes you have to let them get hurt. sometimes, you can't protect them. sometimes, protecting them is the worst thing you can do for them. lilith understands that too.
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paris belongs to lucifer and lilith. i'm sorry. i'm not the one who made the rules. the city of love? the city of lights? in a country that's known for rebellion and revolution? c'mon. that's so them coded. they have a little apartment in the eiffel tower that they've magicked everyone into forgetting exists. it's a love nest in every sense of the word. people tend to avoid them if they say they're going to paris because...well, would you want to walk in on them? lilith loves her kingdom and her palace with a burning passion, and she feels very at home with a crown on her head, but that little place in paris is special. it's the closest to normal she has ever experienced, and she loves it.
everything that isn't human or animal is a child of lilith. the fae, vampires, werewolves...anything. they all descend from her and her power of creation. she recognizes them on sight, as well — and scent. even generations after she left eden, even eons past the time she stopped creating and birthing children of her own, they are hers. her children had children who had children who had children who — well you get it. they are all part of the hundred daily lost. lilith considers them her children no matter how many generations between them there are.
there are two bloodlines of witches that lilith refers to as hers. the first are witches by birth; she created the first of them and they come by magic through their bloodline. some of them worship her; some of them don't. they're hers nonetheless. the second line of witches are converts. they study magic and worship either the witch mother (lilith) or the witch father (lucifer).
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