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In the early times of Enoch, there was much youth in the world of Man. The man world was so innocent, and its naiveté was a joyous playground for the whims and fancies of Lilith. Though she was with Caine, now, her tumultuous heart still longed for the bosom of her first love. This love was not Adam, father of Caine, but yet another, the most beautiful Angel of all.
As it is told, Lilith kept her fancy to herself. She always sought an opportunity to announce herself to the Angel of Northern Light and thwart God’s will, often at the same time. It was this motivation that one day, brought her to an idea. It was a masterful stroke. She could embarrass the maker, draw the attentions of her true heart, and serve a swift and deadly blow to all of Gods beloved creatures, one they would not be able to hide or recover.
As the night’s morning sky emblazed the clouds with magentas and golden hues, Lilith’s angry joy was to be felt throughout all of Enoch. The Castle House, where Caine and his betrothed resided, sat at the beginning of the world, where the seams of the earth came together, where sea and land were woven into each other, where hints of a red sun played folly with the blackest stars of the Enoch sky.
The Castle House was large and foreboding. Blackened Ivory columns jutted out from rock and seemed to reach sky. The rigid coals and iron ore that made up the foundation of the Castle house, made for a sullen and cold, barren energy that was preferred in this land. As Enoch was of earth, and not of Earth, so were the demon-figures and gargoyles that filled the Castle House. God’s love, God’s Sight, knew not of this place. In fact, it was so foreboding that even Lucifer deemed it unsavory. He liked the dark energy but always said it had no flair. Thus why he did not accept Enoch upon his ejection from The Heavens.
While Lucifer created his own Eden, Lilith always seemed to fail before her garden could grow. It was this perpetual insistence of her garden that caused Caine to succumb to the will of his companion, while despising her more.
Lilith’s will was to bare fruit. Her will was to mother, to rule. To have her fruit spread throughout the world of man, taking such punishments and prisons handed down by God and embracing them, only to unleash the pain in her heart throughout Gods Kingdom. And so it came to pass, that Lilith bore 8 Sons and 3 Daughters, Areus,and Prethus, were born 2 human years between each other, with Nefari between them. Algo, and Shanan were the next boys, Algo, 2 years from Prethus and Shanan 3 years from Algo. Keith, Larenzo and Me were triplets who came 2 years after the birth of Shanan. Baithern was the seventh brother, born 3 years from The Triplets with Slevote 1 year behind him. In a curious reckoning, the final daughter, Shezun was born to Lilith and Caine, when Caine decides that likenesses are an abomination and for a time, renders this act illegal for all Vampirean.
Lilith was enraged by this decision, for it is in complete contrast to the destruction she’d set forth. As part of her spell to cast the world in darkness, her dark sorcery instructed that she’d need Nine sons, for Nine houses.
Seething, but waiting for her next opportunity, Lilith let 5 Vampirean years (50 hue-man) pass. A particularly deceitful idea came into her bewitching mind. One that surely would tender the results she’d anticipated. With no time to waste, she summoned her favorite demon, Antic.
“Antic!” the sullen and shrill voice bellowed from beyond the Graye Parlour. Antic was a magical dark elf, full of deception and tricks. He used to be a Shaman of God’s Kingdom, charged with watching over the Daughters of Eve until his treachery and deceit put him in direct line of God’s Wrath. He’d conjured a rouse to woo the Daughters of Eve and take advantage of their innocence.
The Archangel Gabriel was summoned to punish Antic for his transgressions. He morphed the Shaman into a form of small, diminutive wood elf. Antic was small, darkly hued, but with his majiks of trickery about, managed to keep himself as a man in at least one area. Though he was allowed to maintain his majiks, he was not allowed to turn himself back or have anyone reverse Gabriel’s curse. This was a punishment as long as the First Master, Caine’s. As it is in Enoch, Antic was dispatched there and also fell into the graces of Lilith. She was amused at his stature, and equally as impressed with his wickedness. Antic understood how the ways of man truly worked. In his eyes, no matter the look of these creatures of Enoch, they were still borne of man, as was he, and fell victim to the wills and desires of man. It was he who loved to play tricks on the Sons of Lilith. It was he who was allowed to play in the fields of the female vampirean.
For these luxuries, he honored The Mother, and he’d become one of her trusted minion. He would counsel her on her actions and decisions and was one of her main conspirators as to the building of the House of The Nine, as Lilith called it.
The House of The Nine was Lilith’s plan to use her sons to usurp Caine, take control of Enoch and soon earth. With Nine sons, each with special strengths and powers unique, could easily dispatch even the mighty Vampirean king, himself. But, even Lilith knew there were no Vampires strong enough, even with the Eight sons she now had. She also knew the loyalties of at least 3 of her sons and one of her daughters went to Caine alone. The first-born Areus, Daughter Shezun and youngest Slevote’ were truly their father’s children and would not stand against him. Something must be done and done soon, for the longer Caine lived, the more withdrawn he became and the less he allowed his vampirean children to do.
Lilith paced about the marble floors of her parlor. Her long, black robe sullied by the dusty floor below. Eyes were black as hair and robe, and still, her mind was a flame of anger and retribution. She sighed deeply as Antic strolled hastily into the room.
“Antic!” she bellowed, “Where have you been?” The lady’s impatience was obvious. “Dipping your finger into the maidens pies again?” “No My lady,” Antic said in a short, deeply scratched voice. Though that was exactly where Antic was. “I am here to serve, how might I?” he asked, hoping to distract the Dark matriarch.
Lilith sighed again and sat down. She was weary. Weary of Caine and his incessant anger with God, his melancholy and longing, and she was weary of his rule. After all, it was she who first tended the gardens of Enoch. It was she who awoke Caine to the use of his abilities. But it is Caine, who gets to rule. It is he who sets the law.
There must be a way to besmirch his name, shame God Himself and sway the favor of her true Knight.
“What troubles you, my Queen,” Asked Antic who was now sitting near her feet, obviously enjoying the company of himself.
Lilith laughed as the small elf played with his mans penis, wrapped in the bottom portions of her robe. “My little man, you are always what I need to feel better, but I fear this is not even a quest for your wicked mind.”
“One never knows what a wicked mind can do, unless one tries it?” “True, my little monkey,” Lilith said as she ran her cold fingers through his knotted and jumbled mane. “Very true.” Lilith wanted to ask Antic for his thoughts, but did not know how to correctly phrase her quandary. And for as much as she trusted Antic, how much can you trust anyone in Enoch.
It was then, Antic coined an eerily upbeat, yet melancholy song. “OOhhh mi lady has her troubles warn, upon a hefty burden… husbands spawn to rocks and rolls, earthly wars incursion. God created lovely, fair and sensual his maidens… mostly folly says a man, befallen of their curses…” He sang to himself for a few moments more ,though he did not realize he was singing at all.
As Antic sang, so his song stoked a fire brewing in the cold room. A picture, or caricature formed of the flames, or at least to Lilith. The flames showed a man, birthing to a Daughter of Eve a most heinous creature, a true abomination.
“There!” she shouted, “There! There!” Antic continued his song, oblivious both of Lilith’s epiphany and to her movement. Lilith watched the fire as her eyes mirrored the flame. It was there, the idea first hatched. Perhaps she should have thought more carefully, but Lilith was at her end. Caine’s rule must end. Her sons must be brought to lead. The race must be allowed to grow and live. These things must pass. “Antic, I have an errand for you,” “Yes, my lady?” He asked from below, clearly masturbating with more vigor as he stared up through his maiden’s black robe into the reaches of her nude garden.
“You will like this mission, but you must keep it between the lines of your own breath.”
“Whatever you desire, my Queen.”
“Good, dear Antic, good. Get me a daughter of Eve.”
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