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Lilith by Zombie Cat


Originally published at Fire at Dawn. You can comment here or there.

The library was usually a pleasant place for her, with it’s tall ceilings and plenty of light from the floor-to-ceiling windows, surrounded by the comforting hug of bookshelves brimming with old tomes and the musty smell of their pages. But today Lilith sat at the large table in the middle of the room with a single, worn book held in her hands, and she stared at it as one would a ghost—a ghost made of malice and dark secrets. Her favorite surroundings did little to comfort her against the foreboding feeling she had in the pit of her stomach.

The book was the first volume of the journals of Rylantros Ravenglory, her beloved Luthor’s father. She had been warned of the journal’s contents by both of Rylantros’s sons and knew full well to expect the worst from it’s pages, and yet she hesitated. Will I regret this? she wondered, biting her lip, her eyes fixed on the dark, leather-bound cover. Will it change things?

She shook her head to clear her thoughts. No, she reassured herself, it won’t. If Aremar could kidnap and torture and nearly kill us both and still not succeed in tearing our relationship apart, why would a dead man’s journal do so?

She opened a smaller notebook on the table and wrote “Research: Rylantros Ravenglory” at the top of the first blank page she flipped to. She set her pen in its gutter and turned back to the journal, taking a deep breath.

The spine cracked as she opened to the first page, particles of dust releasing into the air around her. The pages were stiff and fragile with their age… at least 200 years, if not more. She handled it as carefully as she could and focused her eyes on the fading ink to start reading: I’ve entered the Academy on Sunstrider Isle at last. The clergy seem very excited to have me: father did send word ahead detailing my talents. I hope I can make him proud…