Dave watched with great enjoyment as Lily started to eat the food he brought for her. He was sure to include some of the fruits that Lilith had loved. It delighted him to see her reach for the papaya first. The first time he had seen Lilith, as she sat alone in the garden, she had been enjoying a papaya from one of the trees. As centuries past, he had always remembered that and would often surprise her with them. Dave knew there was not a sweeter thing in all of the universe than the taste of papaya mixed with the taste of her mouth. To kiss her now would be a mistake though, he knew that. Why scare her, it would only make things harder on both of them.
He chuckled. "You do not look glutenous. You look beautiful and contented. I am not hungry right now, and yes, I do eat. I do not require food quite as often you do. I apologize for not considering sooner that you might be hungry. I could have fed you last night." He wanted to touch her face, her neck. Lily did not look much like Lilith, the only similarity they shared physically was the color of their hair and eyes. Both had raven black hair, but while Lilith's was a sea of black waves rolling down her back, Lily's was as straight as the support beams that held the fortress upright. Both women had dark eyes. Dave often lost himself in Lilith's eyes. They were like watching a coming storm build. Lily's eyes were very much the same way and he had to constantly remind himself that while Lilith was somewhere inside Lily, they were also separate people. The approach he would have used with Lilith, would only intimidate and frighten her. How can I explain to you what she was like? She was good and evil. Happy and sad. She was the most complicated human I'd ever met, and yet I don't think I could have understood anyone else the way I did her.
"Lilith was the perfect woman, as far as I'm concerned. She was beautiful, passionate and she just wanted to be an equal to man. She was strong, she could have taken on anything that came her way. She was married to a man who could never fully understand her and that made her life miserable. When she decided to leave him and in turn, leave me the first time, I was lost. She did not know I even existed then, but I truly felt like my life was not worth living until I found her again. When I finally did find her the second time, I was able to show myself to her. She loved me and she was my world. We went everywhere together, traveled the entire earth. Lilith was angry, only when I held her close in our most intimate moments did I ever feel that anger subside. Not that she didn't have the right to be angry. God had created to be her husband's equal, but he never treated her as one. God sat in heaven and watched as she made an attempt to live the life he condemned her to. Not once did he lift a finger to make her life better, he never even commanded her husband to treat her better. I gave up the life that I knew as one of God's angels in order to be with her. I never regretted it. Every moment I spent with her was worth it." He got quiet, removing himself from the side of the bed. He stared out the window before continuing his story.
"God was very angry. Angry that I had chosen to be with her instead of him. Angry that she decided to leave the paradise he chose her for, and more angry that she would dare question his vision. That was Lilith though . . . she questioned things. If something doesn't make you happy, do you not owe it to yourself to question why you would keep doing it? She was a free spirit. She was a kind person, but she was also a vengeful and destructive person. I am not ashamed to admit that the chaos that you witnessed in your village is how we spent some of our days together. God decided he couldn't allow her to roam the earth questioning his will, he feared that others would start to follow us. One day we awoke to the sound of Michael, the Archangel voice calling her out. As I said, she was not afraid of anyone and went out to face him. I made it to the clearing where the two of them met face-to-face, but not soon enough. I got to her as she fell to the ground. He had killed her, because God told him to do it. All I could do was hold her close to me as she took her last breath. I cannot describe how the look in her eyes has haunted me since that day. That questioning look. The one that screamed 'Why were you not there to protect me?' That was the last time I saw you . . . until the village. I will never leave you again. No one will ever take you from me again, I pity anyone who tries!" Dave looked back at her with dark, stormy eyes.