Loneliness was something Lilith had grown accustomed to over the ages. From the moment she rebelled against the divine plan and was cast out of Eden, she wandered through the shadows of the worlds, drifting across hidden realms, known as the Mother of Demons and the embodiment of freedom. But with that freedom came the burden of eternity — an existence marked by emptiness and isolation. The legions of demons she had birthed could never fill the void within her.
She had encountered many beings over the millennia, fought and conquered, but there was always an unbridgeable distance between her and any other. No one truly understood her suffering.
To be Lilith was to be unparalleled, incomprehensible.
The first woman, the first to defy divine will, the first to claim her own fate. But it had come at a price, and that price was solitude.
Lilith often found herself wandering desolate landscapes, reflecting on her choices.
