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<p>"Take it to the river-" Adam's words grew hurried and widened eyes evasive. The unspoken sentiment hung heavy in the air between each agonizing thud of her sinking heart. He would be watching━ and his son was ever so heedful of that, especially now. "B-but--" Lilith began to stutter, blinking through glassy gaze with fingers laced and so careful around the cradled form, still. He would wake in her arms, she was sure of it for everything else was sculpted to perfection. The curve of his small nose and full lush cheek that had faded to a violent blue and long limbs lifeless against her swollen belly. "I said get rid of it!"</p>
<p>It was his grasp that broke through her reverie, his grip so firm it had left a mark upon her trembling pale flesh, where he had forced her to move and the catalyst to a shout of protest that erupted from her. "Stop! He will live! I- I have felt him.." Anguish seeped from her plea, her desperate hold of her offspring swelling vigorously fierce and protective towards what he commanded. His urgent hands dared to lunge, readying themselves to claw her offspring from her grip were meet with a hiss; hers, filled with unbridled fulmination. "Don't touch him- don't you dare." She should have killed him then in his obvious recoil, so weak and eager to hide that which would not please his god.</p>
<p> Each one of children were committed to the river which ran through the land like a pale white scar now.</p>
<p>Etched into her memory was creation, the bright rays of a halo sun in a cloudless sky, with a warmth that sunk deep into her bones. The green, lush meadows miraged into the perfect skyline and orchards and fields were bountiful beyond credence. Lilith once believed this was her purpose, to become legend as Adam's acquiescent wife, always obliging and faithful to the Lord in his paradise as mother to mankind. She was certain that with each bloodied child sunk and sacrificed to the chilling water, that faith as his willing servant was drowned out.</p>
<p>Sun seared the heavenly hills and soon the waters began to recede in drought. Briars bore thorns upon the path winding to the river, tearing open the delicate flesh of the soles of her bare feet when she ran for solace at the water's edge, casting out an unrelenting desire to cross the wet graves of her kin and go beyond Eden; for this was her Hell.</p>
<p>A fresh gust of wind abandoned the cracking banks of the water, leaving the air stale uncomfortably thick, suffocating her exerted lungs as her unsteady feet halted in the thick mud. Her teared eyes closed, palms sinking in solidarity to the ebbing waters. In the reckless abandon, she could cross; she could also step into the sinful shallows and drown too.</p>
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