She was dreaming; she had to be. Lilith was standing in a field of nebulas- her usual dream space- but something was different. Their centers pulsed an angry red instead of a calm golden yellow, and they clashed instead of dancing. Suns were going supernova, when they were not supposed to, and dormant black holes were waking again, feasting on their galaxies.
"So you have come, little one," an omnipresent voice seems to smirk down at her. She turned a full 360` and there, on the edge of the dream space, was a shadowy figure. "Ah, you are a smart one, too." Its voice voice sounded worn, as if this thing had lived through many tragedies.
"I- I am not afraid of you!" she cried as she stood firm, her hair floating in wisps within the low-gravity field.
The thing laughed. "Of course you are. Everything and everyone is afraid of me. As you should be too, my darling." She could see teeth yellowed with age and wrinkles as the thing came closer. "I am the beginning, yet I am the end. Only my heir will live on forever."
"So you are a circle then? An ugly-looking circle?" She shivered as wind whipped through the field, disturbing the nebulas and clusters. The thing snarled and it felt like claws was ripping through her body.
"I am everything, yet I am nothing. Your future, and the future of all you hold dear, is in the palm of my hands. I could crush your puny Fae existence with as much force as you can squish a fly."
Lilith whimpered as small daemons flew around her head. She had seen those types of creatures before. They lived in Shadow Forest outside of Gynovi Lock, her sister Airmid's house. Her sister was an earth mage and a healer. Her husband lived between the Gynovi Lock and the Silver Forest. Neither her sister nor her parents were able to see the small daemons. They would pull at hair, tug at dresses, and ruin food; but no one could see the tricksters. Leathery wings scratched her face and thin claws ranked against her pale skin, leaving small marks. "My children seem to like you," the thing hissed.
"You mean the little Tricksters?" she asked. "Are you the Night Spinner?" Her breathing was shallow as the creatures danced around her, red gems for eyes, slits for noses, and sharp knife-like teeth. But the teeth gleamed like Isenmort, not white like a pearl from her mother's necklace. Their laughter made the princess grate her molars and squeeze her eyes shut. "Please, make them stop," she begged against her will. The thing sighed and waves what looked like a hand. The Tricksters flapped their leathery wings and landed among the stars and clusters.
"Trickster!" he called on the beasts. "Take back what was once given freely!" They swarmed over to the pale girl again and two descended to each shoulder, where they perched. Their clawed fingers dug into her skin as they sawed off the gossamer wings on her back. She cried as the agony of her wings being torn from her body.
"Stop! Please stop!" she cried. Moonlit tears streaked down her face as blood ran down her back, staining her nightshirt crimson. "I beseech you, stop them!" She wailed like the banshees in the Shadow Forest. Suddenly, her knees buckled and she collapsed to the ground. Two small stumps were all that was left of her beautiful butterfly thin wings. The Tricksters flew to their master, one wing in each of the daemon's hand. The Night Spinner took them and with a flash of light they were gone. All that remained of her prized wings was a necklace, with the wings dangling on a chain.
"You must arise, child, and do what I made you to do!" The hand waved again, a light flashed, and Lilith fell to the ground.
So this is the second chapter. I have't added the Titans in yet, but one of them will appear in the next chapter.
