Aftermath: A Possibility
Time and space goes on forever. In Limbo, that is especially true. I don't know how long I've been here, there's no way to tell.
"Why?" A voice calls, "Why did you do this Charles?"
At least that's what I heard. It seemed to be the voice of Lillith, but in places like this, you can never be sure. Everything's too disjointed, disconnected. I can't even be sure of the fact that someone had spoken.
Whoever the voice belonged to, it eased the emptiness of Limbo.
I answered back, "Somebody had to." We all have to be responsible for our actions. No matter the cost.
I don't know if anyone even heard me, or if anyone even cared. If Lillith had heard the reply, she never answered. No doubt that she never understood what I'd meant. As a biblical figure of myth, she never had to.
She had never been Fenella Davis, the woman I fell in love with. Nor was she the woman I married, to her, I had just been a means to the end, a way for her to achieve her plans, which would have destroyed the world.
So, for my participation in the ritual that led to her release, I am trapped in this prison, with her for all of eternity. After all, somebody had to.
