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31_days2006-01-04 04:02 pm
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[4th January] [Bible] the scorn of the outer dark
Title: the scorn of the outer dark
Date/Theme: January 4th / No good advice
Series: Bible (well, Jewish folklore)
Character/Pairing: Lilith
Rating: G
It's a cold day on the edge of the ocean, at the edge of the world.
The sun's coming up like fury, turning the sky to blood and gold, and Lilith spares a moment's amusement at the thought that Adam has yet to know the meaning of either. Fuck the apple. Fuck what God said. He won't know blood till he's spilled his own. He won't know gold till he feels it heavy in his hands.
Her children play around her feet, hissing and roaring like the waves of the sea.
Three angels hang before her in the sky, their wings stretching from heaven to the foam of the wavetops, and like a shadowy whisper she can hear the eternal cry of Holy, holy, holy that they never cease, even now that they have descended to speak with her.
She knows what they are going to say, what she is going to reply. They will command. She will not return. They will threaten. She will not return. They will slay her children.
Still she will not return.
She knows exactly what she is doing. The Name of God sustains her. She knows what she will do and she does not care.
Nothing will chain her and no creature shall hold dominion over her.
Holy, holy, holy, cry the angels, their wide pitying eyes full of light.
She turns away.
Date/Theme: January 4th / No good advice
Series: Bible (well, Jewish folklore)
Character/Pairing: Lilith
Rating: G
It's a cold day on the edge of the ocean, at the edge of the world.
The sun's coming up like fury, turning the sky to blood and gold, and Lilith spares a moment's amusement at the thought that Adam has yet to know the meaning of either. Fuck the apple. Fuck what God said. He won't know blood till he's spilled his own. He won't know gold till he feels it heavy in his hands.
Her children play around her feet, hissing and roaring like the waves of the sea.
Three angels hang before her in the sky, their wings stretching from heaven to the foam of the wavetops, and like a shadowy whisper she can hear the eternal cry of Holy, holy, holy that they never cease, even now that they have descended to speak with her.
She knows what they are going to say, what she is going to reply. They will command. She will not return. They will threaten. She will not return. They will slay her children.
Still she will not return.
She knows exactly what she is doing. The Name of God sustains her. She knows what she will do and she does not care.
Nothing will chain her and no creature shall hold dominion over her.
Holy, holy, holy, cry the angels, their wide pitying eyes full of light.
She turns away.