“Where… where are your wings? What happened to them?” // from lucifer . 👀👀👀 / @ambrosiabled
the question lands bitter in her stomach.
the wings — her wings — ache. the scent of them makes her lightheaded. they smell rotting. they are BETTER now ; the last of the meat has fallen from her bones , the flesh shriveled tightly.
they resemble the owl wings that had ripped through her skin in naught. the beautiful white feathers fell from them a while ago. they had looked so much like her friend. when she spoke the lord's name that first time , the wings had burst through her back almost instantly. she had cried in pain , face turned away from her husband so he would not see just how agonizing the ordeal was — she would not give adam the satisfaction of thinking , even for one moment , that she cried for him. she had thought that the presence of those wings — sudden and miraculous , offering a quick escape from the battle with adam — had been a sign of god's great glory , a symbol that he AGREED with her.
she had been stupid. and when the lord ousted her from eden , the beautiful feathers that adorned her wings plucked away to nothing. they destroyed themselves in the absence of his love.
she wonders how he knew what they'd looked like , if becoming angelic for even a moment had been news to heaven — to the newly forming hell. had he not been thrown away , too ?
who fell first ? or did they fall together , screaming in unison at the INJUSTICE of the lord ?
“ as happened to yours , so did mine , ” lilith answers , watching the sun TRICKLE through the membrane of her wings.
