#* ⠀ ⛧ ── ❪⠀ mother ✧ LILITH⠀ ❫

[bloodiedpetals]

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

tagged by: i stole it tagging: @cosmikal @necr0-mantix @n1ghtwarden @alyafae @dreadspvwn

[divinumv3ntus]

DivinumVentus.

Hello all, and welcoming those along this path. This forum is a place of self-development, discipline, and empowerment. It is a library housing a collection of knowledge in the sphere of Demonolatrie, and e-shrine to the Ancient Gods. It is also house to the notes of DivinumVentus, an informal e-grimoire recorded through personal experience and gnosis. This safe haven is where one may come to learn and to grow, out of reach from the influence and persecution of orthodox religion and society. Expand upon this elaborate archive with your own experiences and knowledge if you feel it's right. It's time to ditch our egos and release ourselves from the imprisonment of things that do not serve us. There is no one way to do anything; everyone's experience is different. Someday this online journal will flourish in abundance with spiritual information that will help to guide others. Entries will consist of one of a variety of topics related to Demonolatrie, general spirituality, and other esoterica/occultism. Specific topics is a myriad to list. Content on this blog will be backed up in the event Tumblr should fall.

At first glance it may appear that I am only here to teach, but I would say you couldn't be farther from the truth. This will be a learning experience for me just as much as for anyone else. I've always been drawn to use Tumblr, but I have never known what for. Posts may or may not be frequent (because life).

The Divine that will predominantly be venerated/discussed here:

Mother Lilith, Mother Ishtar (Astaroth), Lucifer, Lady Delepitoré, & King Paimon.

Darkest blessings,

⛧DivinumVentus

[sanguivorous-lilitu]

incase some didn't read the bio

apologies in advance for caps this was copy pasted.

general DNI applies

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Symbol tags-

⚸ Lilith or related

⛧Demons/ entities that aren't lilith

👾Pop culture portrayals (VTM etc)

🐍 snake and serpent depictions and TW

🕷️ insect depictions and TW

☠️ taxidermy/ vulture culture and TW

🪶 poetry and praise

🦴 offerings and altars

🦇 vampire related in some way

🐦‍🔥Lilith's Animal Familiars

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[firstwcman]

@hellishinheritor asked, “ He spoke of you often. ”

⛧ — atlantis: the lost empire .

There was a twist in her mother's chest that felt almost visceral. Guilt has a way of feeling so physical, it hurts. Lilith lays her palm over the open jar filled with grazing horseflies neighing for attention, glancing to Charlie.

"What would he say?"

[bloodiedpetals]

@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.

[lilitophidian]

❛𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓪 𝓯𝓵𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀. ❜

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[bloodiedpetals]

@necr0-mantix ⛧︎ asked: "Did you ever truly love him? Are you even capable of feeling such emotion?"

Lilith was accustomed to her son's curiosity ; even in his youth Rathma had the desire to understand all which surrounded him. It was often his mother who answered every question no matter how difficult or complicated the query may be. It seemed he still questioned matters which were DIFFICULT to understand and explain.

It was even difficult for Lilith herself to answer.

" Initially, I did not, " she replied slowly. She knew better than to attempt to deceive her son, so he would hear the truth no matter what difficulty she faced to express it. " I did grow to love him, though not in the way which humanity's sonnets and ballads detail. And now I do not in the slightest. "

She paused to swallow her disdain for her former lover. Yes it started as LITTLE MORE than a thorough deception, but it did evolve. She cleared her throat before going on, " There WAS a change during our time together. You see, I was incapable of LOVE until you breathed your first gulp of air, my son. That was the change. "

[bloodiedpetals]

@fightleft ⛧︎ liked

Whispers of one created by her hand in the Burning Hells reached her quickly. Though she was bound to this place as a prisoner by her father, there were those who still maintained LOYALTY to Lilith. Those brave enough would fed her any outside knowledge which could be of use to her. Anything to escape. The succubi beneath her had the foresight to begin herding this lost sheep towards his mother. It was time for the pair of them to leave their fiery confines.

It was a mere handful of hours before her underlings brought him before her unharmed as she demanded. She would not use any force against her own, she was not BRUTISH as her father and brother. Merely a conversation comparing their predicaments and an offer to extend a hand was to transpire.

" My child how far you have fallen from the safety of above. Tell me, what would you give to return home ??? "

[bloodiedpetals]

@cosmikal ⛧︎ asked:  caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . caemona doing this hi thank u

Lilith was not accustomed to soft touches, ones meant to express one's affection for another and nothing more. The Queen of Succubi did not receive such tenderness ; all she knew was contact which felt akin to tearing the skin in a ravenous attempt to sate desire. Caemona touching her was NOTABLY DIFFERENT ; she was not looking to ravage Lilith. All her intentions were simply to appreciate, to unify.

The Mother of Sanctuary knew what it was to partake in a holy communion. After all, it was of Caemona taking of her own blood which intertwined their fates. However, to just feel her gentle touch was more sacred than any sacrament that even the highest of priests could carry out.

A contented sigh passed from betwixt her full lips, her discolored eyes closing as she allowed herself to relax into the necromancer's comfort. " Is this what it is your kind speak of when writing your plays and melodies ??? " she muttered, forgetting herself completely whilst her champion tended to her.

[bloodiedpetals]

@woodruids ⛧︎ liked

" How DISTRESSING it must be to have so many relying on you, knowing you can do naught for them, " Lilith spoke in a low voice, her slender fingers grasping his broad chin tender. She was FAR TOO ACQUAINTED with the turmoil the druid was enduring. For all of her power, the Mother of Humanity was unable to pluck their strife from the cosmos that she had brought them into. For this, Lilith felt genuine sorrow for Halsin's plight.

But he was close to what she wanted the Absolute. She knew of its true nature, and knew that it was plausible to simply assume its identity. His path was leading directly to the destiny she craved, so she was unable to allow him to walk it without the PROPER GUIDANCE.

" Won't you allow me the opportunity to join you, my wayward Halsin ??? I desire NOTHING MORE than to see you reach the forces you seek... "

[lilitophidian]

MOTHER HAD NO CARE OR TRUE GRASP OF JOY UNTIL IT WAS COATED IN BLOOD.

Something protected the soul from the big terrible wolf that lurked over everybody who ventured into the woods. I have taken over the daring animals. The lion was never the forest's king, as if he could survive in such a terrible environment. He'd surely circum to demise. No, it was her, the snake, the night panther.

There is no doubt that she has influence. The Queen takes command as their husband plays with toys.

Words flow like honey, even if they contain bad chemicals. Temptress in the shape of contaminated poisoned apples that tasted better than others.

Tilt of the platinum as she pays attention to anything that passes the dove's mouth. At this time, she was as competent as a witch, as were all women. They only need a guiding hand in the proper direction, the taste of power to be shared inside the finite tase of tongues linked.

" Aha. Children are lovely, I must admit. " Oh, sure, particularly the flavor.

" Taking care of the damned is similar to looking after aggressive adult infants despite their defiance of whatever restrictions are put in place." She would tilt her head and stare off into the horizon, amazed at how nature could emerge from the darkness. Even women who became tired of their breeds, gradually succumbing to the impulse to drown them in bathtubs, had a behavior similar to bears.

Spiders and rodents to cannibalize their young.

" It makes no difference. Most respectable monarchs understand that even adults require care at times. "

Even if she genuinely loathed them. They were created by her assisting hand. Born of her rebellious song. That was beyond anything God could say, wasn't it?

⛧

Praise would bring her dim snaked hues back to the second. While Lilith called her idiotic for not doing more with the capacity to be as rebellious as she was given the opportunity—there was a little emotion unfamiliar to her to fiddle inside her gut with a tightness.

What made her feel nauseous was how sincere it was.

A grin would be provided as she drew the smaller lady into an embrace, her porcelain chin resting on her shoulder. For once, Lilith did not appear to be bothered by this....comfort. Despite this, she would not accept it with her poisonous lip.

So much like Charlotte.

However, the safe value of no judgment of man would return her to her regular skepticism. The hold on the embrace tightened, indicating how nasty the feeling was. Perhaps a bit too much.

" Eve....Lucifer , he is no man. He is an angel. "

The dispute at hand. There is no man nor devil. If anything, her lover was more of a—wet bag by this time, but she would not disclose.

To avoid alarming her, the limitation would be eased immediately. That is not something we would desire, would it?

" You have the purity of lamb's blood. If you ever want to make sure nobody is wounded again, please let me know... As I may be able to assist. "

Aha, the trick. Finally, the peak of such. She was putting a bargain on the table without even saying anything. " To maintain all sons and daughters in harmony. "They might benefit from your daring. "

Will one dare to listen to the music? Perhaps you might dance a bit with the genuine devil?