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i just think that lilith literally overcoming her nature of being the literal daughter of literal hatred to love her children is cunty

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His dread pained her so. How was it he could not see ??? How was it he was so BLINDED by things such as balance and his own hatred for her ??? Where was the balance in allowing the Burning Hells to triumph ??? Where was the balance in having ALL HUMANITY become slaves for the demons ??? And where was the balance in allowing the Heavens to slaughter each and every one of them ??? No, Lilith could not allow it, she woud not sit idly by and just wait for either side to decide that Sanctuary and its people COULD NOT be left to go on as they were. Inarius puppeting them with his foolish gospel only served to accelerate Sanctuary's doom. He had surely known that. He wanted to do away with all they had created, every soul in Sanctuary was forfeit in his FOLLY. Things had progressed too far, THERE WAS TOO MUCH AT STAKE. Lilith had to step in, for Sanctuary, for her children.

Her heart ACHED to see the son she had crafted with her very own blood resist what they both knew was inevitable. Catacylsm, slaughter, the permanent loss of all which she had sculpted. An escape from the Eternal Conflict which had PLAGUED ALL OF EXISTENCE, corrupted and stolen by the very thing Lilith ran from. She had done all of this for him, for all of humanity and all of the nephalem that had fallen because of Inarius' FOLLY.

Things were to be better now, why had he fought against this with every bit of his strength ??? Nothing could hurt them anymore, nothing. It was all as it was MEANT TO BE, as it was designed from the instant she had met that tortured angel. Rathma was so much like his father set in HIS WAY, so certain that the path he walked was the sole means to nirvana. Any flaw in the design, ANY VOICE OF PROTEST was quick to be cast away. And now that the reality was too undeniable to him, he simply shut down.

In spite of it all, relief overpowered Lilith's frustration with his stubbornness. He was here, he was alive. Alive was generous for his current state, but she could repair this. He was not beyond her reach, past the veil which even her most DIRE OF MEASURES could not penetrate. But he had discovered that power, so many lifetimes ago and the people worshipped him for it. Though he despised it, there were those who REVERED HIM AS HE OUGHT TO BE. The very first of his kind, the one who survived so much needless suffering. The one who communed with that which felt SO VERY FAR from her and Inarius' reach. He was worthy of worship though he denied it, LOATHED IT EVEN. But the look upon the faces of those which revived him told the tale that his distaste for it was completely immaterial. They adored him all the same, they did not want to lose him just as his mother didn't.

" Do not despair so, " she murmured as her fingers gently pet his matted hair. " All is as it SHOULD BE. There is no war, no strife... "

Nothing would ever harm him again... An inhale that rattled as deep as one's death; the necromancer squirmed once more, heavy eyes locked into his mother's devoid of emotion — an unintentional mask that concealed his growing horror.

While he had not gazed far past his prophecy, he had known that after his death, his parents were to be stopped; it was why he had not feared his death, but instead, embraced it. For with his passing Sanctuary - no, the cosmos itself - would begin it's first steps towards the potential of true balance. But it seemed that such potential had been squandered. It was not Lilith's presence that unsettled him so, as much as that too did, but rather, the sensation of a particular absence that should be as natural to him as his now beating heart.

Trag'oul did not call to him. And as he weakly set his thoughts out to the cosmos, he heard no reply from the guardian. He could not feel his presence. All he could feel was Lilth's embrace and love. And he hated it. For it became obvious to him now that the reason that he had been called forth was not for answers from his followers, nor to aid in any sort of war that could have spurred from the eternal conflict... but because she had won. And he was her prize; a trophy which he knew she could not risk until the very end.

The dread was unbearable. All he could do was fight his tears.

He had failed.

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            BREAK THE CHAINS... AND BE BEAUTIFUL IN SIN

A study in: motherhood, defying one's fate, creation, manipulation, controlling that which you love, a family tree nourished by water of a poisoned well, the ends justifying the means

                        Independent 𝕷𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖍 of the Diablo Series ; worshipped by Key

                      𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖉. 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖔. 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖘.

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                                 HAIL LILITH

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I do not know how people can even question that Lilith loved her son and was hurt by his murder.

She has no reason to look saddened and angry and say she would've saved his place by her side. She does not know we are going to see it. There is no one to garner sympathy from. It is not an act.

Then she confronted his killer, asked him directly about it, and baited him into stabbing her so she could kill him the same way he killed their son.

Lilith said what she KNEW would ignite Inarius' wrath, then turned towards him, arms open, welcoming it. So she could take his weapon and stab him in the chest, the very same way Inarius stabbed Rathma with Rathma's own staff.

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Grant... me... entrance

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WHAT TRAGIC DEATH WOULD YOU SUFFER?

your result: the betrayal

you die at the hands of the person you love most. maybe there are tears in their eyes as they drive the sword into your chest, maybe there is none. there are certainly tears in yours. your mouth will open to ask 'why' only to spit blood instead. you will die never knowing if they loved you at all, wondering if you could've done something to prevent this, or if it was always going to end this way

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Lilith felt a great sorrow grip her chest as she saw how HORRIBLY HE DESPISED HER. There was no greater tragedy which could be penned than her OWN SON ( the very first which her hands created, meld from clay of the earth, the one she LOVED GREATEST ) loathing her so. To think she would give anything, sacrifice any number of souls if it meant that she KNEW HE WAS SAFE and he would desecrate any altar she would dedicate in honor of her love of him.

" Why must you ??? " she asked, her voice was so small and frail in comparison to its USUAL TONE. Lilith so often projected an image regal in nature, one suitable for the Mother of all creation. However, before her son Lilith was little more than a lowly creature in need of but a SMALL MEASURE of sustenance. The Daughter of Hatred, groveling for the love of a being which HATED HER SO. How ironic it all was to her, Lilith might have laughed if it didn't pain her so.

" You are so blind with hatred, my son. The hatred of my own name, the name which you SWEAR OFF with such fervor, that you CANNOT COMPREHEND how loved you are. You cannot understand all I do for your good, and you would run from me, disparage me, despise me. All for a conflict which you can never understand. "

How many times would he fail to deal with the ploys of his parents? Be overpowered by them in such an embarrassing manner? First the father, and now the mother. The emotions within stirred more violently. And he could not quell neither rage nor sorrow in the presence of the origin of his hate.

Debilitated, both mentally, physically, and seemingly spiritually, he would simply hang limp within the darkness, bound to his mother's overbearing will like a child scolded. But he was no child, nor would he continue to be reprimanded by a succubus with a goddess complex. He had heard enough. He had in ages past.

Muscle would attempt to press through, but it was useless. Invoking his own spirit to press him forwards only resulted in a jerk, and his eyes to rest upon Lilith with a glaze that could only belong to them. The magic of succubi was something he had studied intently in his youth, but he had not embraced it; he was beyond that, and yet, for the first time, regret for having stepped away from his heritage twinged. It only made his anguish all the more potent.

Rathma would not speak. He could not. Rather, the hiss of his mind would meld with his mother's, whispering in the back of her mind, the rawness of his emotion blatantly unable to be masked,

"I will do more than run."

He would perish, if need be. Anything for his progeny. Anything to kill her obsession.

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At the sound of his voice, Lilith felt her heart's pace quicken a tenfold. Her throat began to tighten uncomfortably and she was certain that she was but MOMENTS AWAY from sobbing with all of the passion she held in her heart. She looked to those who surrounded them with the REGAL FIERCENESS which she projected before her subjects, " Leave us, " she commanded in a voice which was QUITE COLLECTED to one which was not intimately familiar with the Mother of Sanctuary. But there was an UNCHARACTERISTIC WAVER which she inwardly cursed herself for allowing.

The onlookers seemed to hesitate initially, their own desires to know their god conflicting with their SWORN LOYALTY to their mother. But an additional firm command of, " Now, " sent them all scrambling towards the exit ; mourning for the moment they LONGED TO WITNESS heavy in their hearts.

But Lilith cared not. The sole thing in her mind was to tend to her son, her son who she had allowed that rotten angel lay his hand upon. If only she had BEEN THERE, she could have struck him down before the thought to even misplace a hair on his head could come to him. He had kept them apart for EONS now, but he was gone. There was nothing that would tear her away from her heart's first priority now.

She pulled his weak form into her arms, crushing his frame against her own as she stifled a sob. " You have come back to me, my son. I was certain that I had LOST YOU FOREVER, " she spoke in a low, choked voice, her head turning to bury her face into his hair. There was still a stench of death in his locks and a hatred for Inarius burnt anew in her bosom. He was gone now, there was nothing for her to EXACT THE VENGEANCE which she still felt within her. She shuddered from the weight of her fury, her arms tightening 'round her son. " Nothing will EVER harm you again, I swear it. "

The Animus Revenants huddled around the eldritch display with keen curiosity; their amazement and curiosity filling the room with raw emotion. And it overwhelmed the necromancer. But unlike sight or sound, he could not quell their hopes. It pressed upon him, but, somehow, he felt - no, knew - that their presence, their feelings, were what helped spur this dark ritual forwards. They had given him their energy; a part of themselves - and, he would admit with what little thought he could have, that they had done well. Even if they had broken his most sacred of edicts.

But there was more than just humanity within whatever place this was. As his senses stirred, he could feel his heart drop alongside it's slow beating. The pressure of his mother's love was unmistakable now; a dagger that surrounded him from every angle, not quite striking, but inflicting such inner turmoil that it ought to just finish him once more. But, he did not have the strength to feel his usual frustration. He knew he should, but he simply could not.

As she called his name, he finally felt himself capable of something, some semblance of control returning to him; a groan, his muscle attempting to move away from it in instinct, but it lacked the capability. It would for some time - his flesh more feeble than that of a newborn's.

Another attempt would be made to open his glazed eyes, the visage of his mother's form now clearer than ever; her horns now properly shaped within the blur, slowly coming into vision properly as he fought his tired to gaze upon who could be the only one to orchestrate such a sin. The only one desperate enough to break the laws of the cosmos itself for such a selfish, yet natural, want. It was a struggle, but the half-lidded stare he managed to keep was as close to a glare as he could muster, although, barely noticeable. Perhaps not even at all - perhaps his body lied to itself as to what it was capable of.

"...mother..."

He did not wish to speak, but, instinct was guiding him. His body, and parts of his mind, would act for survival, retreated back to an innocence he knew he would abhor later. But despite his currently distant hatred, she was still indeed his mother, and no matter the horrific acts she had thrust upon he and his children, no child could not help but acknowledge their mother; even if he could only do so flatly even while barely awake.

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Diablo 4

› Lilith, Daughter of Hatred

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when lilith said "I feel it... like a thousand wounds ripped open again" about her father reforming his essence yeah

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@alyafae ⛧︎ asked: i always get what i want.

Lilith had bore witness to that simple fact TIME AND TIME again. Ranna was aware of her power and was not afraid to wield it and it was quite a marvel to see. All who held such HIGH REGARD in the Burning Hells had no choice but to acquiesce to her whims because of her station. It was most inspiring.

" My uncle would be most displeased if you did not, " Lilith spoke with an UNCONCEALED NOTE of admiration for her. To move mountains with naught but one's own disposition it was something she knew to lust for for herself. She wished to merely arch an eyebrow and have her will be done swiftly and with UTMOST PRECISION. She watched so very carefully to learn and intended to become as powerful as she. " It is MOST IMPRESSIVE what you have earned for yourself, Ranna, " she said with a smile which was almost too sweet.

She would make her own way just as Ranna did, the Daughter of Hatred was not meant to grovel beneath her father. This much she had ALWAYS BEEN CERTAIN, much like Ranna must have been before arriving here. She just needed one opportunity. " I admire you greatly. "

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Murder at the Gallop (1963) dir. George Pollock

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@cosmikal ⛧︎ asked: you didn't think it'd be that easy, now did you?

Lilith's lips pursed at Alcina's query, her chin raising as if to conceal any vulnerability she might have revealed by ATTEMPTING IN VAIN to reach her better senses. But it was proving to be a fantastic waste of her time this mother of hers was COILED 'ROUND her heart tightly. Her grip was so very tight and it had been for so long that she knew nothing of what possessing one's own heart could possibly feel like.

Her poor daughters.

" Only NAIVE FOOLS expect things to be simple. I am not as those who seek sustenance from ; I am not lulled into the false view of the world which children see this world. " Lilith's gaze became rather pointed as she spoke of children and their delusion. Lady Dimirescu, AS HIGH AS SHE MAY FEEL, was suffering from that very view. Miranda's dogma had enraptured her so, and she could no longer see the world for what it was. It was the veil of theology that Miranda had weaved with her own hands which blinded her.

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“She was destruction given form and purpose. Hers was an elegant savagery.”

— Rachel Vincent, Menagerie

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@cosmikal ⛧︎ asked: “sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.” from ruby

Lilith was intimately familiar with the ways in which fate could TWIST AND TURN to challenge one's plan. Living in Hell and weeding out treacherous leeches which would sacrifice all there was for a just the slightest tipping of the scales in their infernal favor. Though Ruby had also withstood the trials of the Burning Hells ; there was NO ONE BETTER for Lilith to compare tales with. Inarius had attempted to understand at one time, though someone originating from the High Heavens was unable to grasp it. The manipulations, the lies, the question of when ( not if ) the next blade would pierce their back.

" And are YOU SATISFIED with the ways you have played your cards thus far ??? " A single brow raised at the query as the demoness measured Ruby's reaction to the prying. Some of her kind would be all too eager to interpret ANY line of questioning as hostility and she was prepared to respond in kind if need be. What a shame it would be to mar such a kindred spirit.