The Weaver of Fate

Darkness swallowed everything. No sound. No sky. Ethan floated in a silent nothingness that felt colder than ****.

Then came the footsteps.

Soft. Slow. Echoing where echoes should not exist.

A woman emerged from the void itself.

Golden hair cascading to her feet. A gothic dress flowing like liquid shadow. Skin pale and impossibly perfect. For a moment, Ethan thought she was an angel.

Then she smiled.

And the illusion broke.

Her beauty felt like a trap. A mask. Something wearing perfection only to peel it off later.

Ethan(Internal)L "Who… what is she? Why does my body feel like it wants to kneel?"

The air cracked with her voice as she spoke.

Lilith:“I am the way into the city of woe. I am the way into eternal pain. I am the way to go among the lost.Before me, there were no created things… BUT THOSE THAT LAST FOR EVER, AS DO I .Abandon all hope, Ethan… son of Linda…For thou art now in the presence of Lilith—Weaver of Fate, Mother of Night, She-Who-Walks-Between-Worlds, Devourer of Truth ,Keeper of the First Sin.”

The void itself seemed to bend under her words. Ethan felt his knees weaken.

Ethan(Internal): "Her titles alone feel like they’re crushing me… What is she? A demon? A god? Something worse?"

Lilith drifted closer, her hair floating unnaturally, as if underwater.

Her eyes—gold seconds ago—turned pitch black.

Lilith:“ Thy vessel shattered in the mortal realm. Yet I have chosen thee, Ethan. Chosen thee to cross the veil.”

Ethan: “Wh-Why? Why me? What do you want?”

Her smile sharpened.

Lilith: “Thou shalt awaken in another world… one forged by sword, spell, and blood.A world where all who came with thee shall arise with memories rewritten—no trace of Earth, no trace of ****, no trace of Me.”

Ethan’s stomach twisted.

Ethan: “So they won’t remember the plane? The crash? Their real lives? Nothing?”

Lilith:“Indeed. Thy family shall believe themselves lifelong children of that realm. Fluent in its history, its lands, its dangers.”

She circled him like a predator studying prey.

Lilith: “But thou, Ethan—thou shalt remember everything. Every scream. Every flame. Every truth.”

Her beautiful face rippled—

twisted— transformed into something monstrous.

Horns budding from her skull.

Skin darkening like scorched stone.

Mouth widening far too much, revealing twisted, jagged teeth.

Ethan froze, breath stopping in his chest.

Ethan(Internal): “Oh God… she’s smiling. She’s enjoying this. She looks like she wants to devour me…”

The void vibrated violently.

Lilith: “Now, heed My decree above all others…”

Lilith: “Shouldst thou ever hint, whisper, or imply to thy kin that thou art bound by blood… If thy tongue so much as trembles toward the truth… Their ending shall be Mine to deliver— and it shall be far swifter, far crueler, than **** from a falling sky.”

Ethan’s heart pounded so hard it echoed through the void.

Ethan: “I… I understand.”

Her monstrous features melted away, returning to divine beauty—too quickly, too smoothly.

It was worse than the demon face.

Because now he knew what rested beneath it.

Lilith: “Excellent, sweet Ethan. Take thy fear with thee… for it shall serve thee well.”

She raised her hand.

Lilith: “Awaken.”

SNAP.