Omnipresent
(God's view until end of Eden. Not edited. Alternate universe. String of consciousness.)
My sleep is deep, sweet, and filled with stories; some are old, not as old as I Am but older than anything else. My first born, radiant, children, they serve as my eyes— or they did until I entered a deep slumber and became part of the subconscious of all things.
I am part of the trees, grass, sun, stars, air, and empty space; I am the gates of Heaven, the garden of Eden, and Hell all in one; I created them all, and understand them deeper than they ever will.
My first born, my son, Morningstar and apple of my eye; he yearned for so much more, to create beyond structures imposed— and I approved, but the others needed time so I gave them Eden and first humans to watch over.
There is no greater joy that watching things grow and change— existence is a cycle, and mine is lived through countless beings. I had planned for the humans to grow beyond the confines of Eden when they were ready they would know everything; my darling Adam and Lilith would grow and change within the garden, in the bliss of childhood, and be capable of handling everything outside of it.
Oh. Oh dear. In my plans I create many roads, a variety for my creations to choose from, and the joy of watching them walk those roads— some take roads I laid down but did not expect them to walk— has led to a bump in the road.
Adam was always supposed to leave Eden with Lilith; they were to learn from each other, grow together— bend their pride and take joy from listening to each other, give and receive in equal measure, a partnership based on love.
Instead, they fought. And fought. And fought. My angels grew concerned. Michael comforted Adam, encouraging him to find a new wife, and Samuel, Lucifer as he chose to call himself, tended to Lilith.
This isn't the road I had hoped for them to take— they were causing more trouble for themselves than needed. Fine. Adam asked for a new wife, and Lilith wanted freedom above all else (she hated watching the angels go where she couldn't and wished to follow— a reasonable request considering I plan for humans to spread.)
While Adam slept, after trying to coerce Lilith into having sex with him ('why couldn't he/she submit just once?' They both thought this, mirrored each other in every way, and yet refused to reflect on themselves.) I created Eve from his rib— sweet, complacent, complying, gentle, caring. Everything Adam was inside but refused to show, everything Lilith was as well but hid, and now my two blessings will be joined together by Eve.
It went well. At first.
Lilith and Adam delighted in Eve. She quelled their fires, halted their fights, and doted on them both in equal measure.
Then Adam, burdened by jealous desire, accused her for liking Lilith more, of loving her more. So Eve tried to appease him, only this isolated Lilith, and ended with Eve being dragged around by Adam (forcefully might I had, sometimes I bitterly lament giving my children so many choices from the start, but I know if I didn't, they'd struggle harshly with making decisions later on.)
Lucifer, my morningstar, sweet and tender saw Lilith's loneliness and sought to alleviate her pain. He knew better than most how excruciating isolation can be, especially around others. Being the first born, he entertained me by coming up with creative ideas, pushing the boundaries of what the earth, the universe, could create— and where his ideas worked I placed, even if they were milder than he wished.
(The acidic slug comes to mind, though he reassured me that knowing the slug contained enzymes in its stomach and that if its slime is left on organic matter it would break down the components to fertilize the other plants was enough. Someday, he'll hear about the venomous ones in the ocean that I was inspired by him to make. Or the acidic slug that lives among the debris of deep forested areas too small for humans to notice.)
When I created Michael, I saw how happy Lucifer was and delighted in his joy— the more siblings I created the more enjoyment I obtained from their existence. My first two were affectionately known as 'the twins' by my other children; they did everything together, a healthy rivalry between them tempered by respect and awe toward the other's creations. My other children followed them around like ducklings, competing for their praise in the sweetest of ways.
Of course, not everything was 'roses' as my humans say— my children ran into the beings I created to represent my darker urges and desires. They aren't pretty. Cute and gorgeous in their rough ways but not pretty. They fight among each other, crave their desires (my dark desires) into each other and the home I made for them.
Most of my angels didn't see the beauty among my deviant Imps; my angels taught themselves to fight (the perfect wonder my creations install in me!) Then they killed my darker creations. They don't yet grasp that eternity is long; one's morals change and can easily slip into a darker role than intended (indeed, to my Imps, Hellhounds, and devils my angels were evil for killing their loved ones and stopping their fun.)
This wasn't the road I wanted them to take, but it was one I laid down for them— they often think they're carving their own path and in some ways they are, those paths are often so overgrown by other options (sometimes better sometimes not) that they're hard to find. They still find them though.
And so outside of Eden started a, almost one-sided, war— I say almost because my darker creations gave as good as they got despite being in what some angels considered a disadvantage. Lucifer and Micheal were the best fighters leading their most trusted angels into battle; until Lucifer learned from an Imp, discovered that they had more in common than first believed, this lead other angels to question and learn from them and stopped his hunts (Micheal and Uriel continued in full force.) Heavens! Some angels had kids with the Hounds, Imps, and other darkness born! They kept their lovers and children hidden from the other angels; I can not begrudge them this, for they and I know that it would end in death (and though I would welcome the deceased, remake them so they may enter a new life, I much prefer if they all got along— kept their tiffs to sporting events, why I had a whole fighting space reserved for the angels and demons and everything between, it had a healing space right next to it!)
Everyone, everything, grows at its own time. Angels are no different.
Lilith sparked pity and compassion in Lucifer. He'd bring her fruit that he'd gathered from the tops of trees, not that he had to, birds were quite happy to share their bounty anytime the humans were hungry. She appricated his attentions, cared for him, and grew to love him. Except, she loved the freedom he represented more. She'd stare after him and the other angels anytime they left desire for the world outside of Eden growing to a near obsession.
Lucifer was happy to tell her about the skies, the mountains, the rivers and sea— but the stories weren't enough. Her depression, her pain grew, as did her temper; Eve and Adam were ferquent victims of her ire (though guilt ate at her when Eve cried but Adam knew how to rise her vidictive nature and she relished any hurt she could inflict on him.) I had hoped they wouldn't walk this path; that they would chose peace, but they didn't.
Freewill is something all is born with; the roads they walk predetermined to an extent (such as Lilith and Adam being made) the rest is born of the choices. Adam chose Eve over Lilith, and Lilith chose Lucifer over Adam. Lucifer bended to Lilith's every will, delighting in her joy, sharing in her sorrow, and handling her anger even when she wielded it against him.
Eventually, he took her out of Eden. She loved the ocean, the cliffs, the wide sky unobscured by tree tops: the smell of salt and the feel of sand was freedom to her.
That day she laughed freely, instead of giggling as quietly as possible to keep Adam and Eve away. That day she played with Lucifer, splashing in the water, squealing with delight when he picked her up and dropped her a few feet only to catch her.
That day, Lucifer fell in love with her.
My sweet son, she knew of your feelings, felt good, but her love was reserved for the freedom you represented. She learned how to make it to the sea, thanks to you, and from there she found a cave— one that housed my darker creations. There she bedded them. There she gave birth. And there she broke your heart for the first time.
Lucifer, in his kindness, his compassion, tried to hide the demons she had bore— but the angels found them, found Lilith, and demanded she return to Adam and Eve.
She refused.
So they killed hundreds of her children, viewing them as having tainted her, forced her into sex, and that she was confused— she was a victim in their minds.
And she was. But not in the way they saw.
In the best of paths I laid: the angels, Imps, Hellhouds, hell born, and demons lived and worked together to raise their young. Yes, there are differences; there are fights, but overall, things are peaceful: they learn from each other, love each other, respect each other, and thrive together.
But that is not the road they chose.
Lilith was forced back to Eden; her heart broken, feet red with blood, and a burning anger borderline hatred.
(How I weep for her, for them. I gave everyone the freedom to choose and am left wondering if I made the right choice. One day, all of my creations will come together in peace; my family complete, and I shall rejoice.)
Lucifer hid seven of Lilith's offspring. He put them to sleep in Hell, keeping their powers wrapped up and hidden from his siblings, plotting a way to reunite children and mother.
And so began what humans consider his fall, the angels his betrayal.
I saw it as him doing what I most wanted: Growing, changing, and bringing together our family. I want my children to experience everything existence has to offer, as I will beside them, as I have before them.
Hell is for those who believe they deserve punishment, who hate themselves; Heaven is for everyone. Heaven, Earth, and Hell are stopping points for those who exist; places to experience whatever, whenever, with whoever (ideally, everyone is a willing participant with full emotional and mental understanding and agreement with what's going on but I know things get hazy, emotions confuse entities, mostly humans.)
It's all a playground for me to experience alongside my creations; born from a desire for something more, something different; and my children have grown beyond me, became different, became more.
It fuels me with delight. Even the most heinous of acts have a beauty to them.
Hell needed a leader if humans and angels were to grow beyond where they were born. I trust my Morningstar more than any other to be able to take a soul, heal them, cleanse them, and lift them up so they can explore new worlds! Each reality would change to fit its occupants, alternate realities, alternate universes, all for my babies and I to explore!
It's times like this I wonder where I was before. There was darkness, then me, I was, am, the darkness, the light, and everything in between and outside of it. My consciousness expands ever creating on levels humans can not conceive. Will I ever meet another consciousness or are they all me?
(They are all me. Sleeping. Waiting. I will create them, find them, and like my children they will keep me company: Reflections, warped and changed into their own entities but their core self is the same (though the souls of humans, angels, demons, and others all have their own core; their own conciousness, and the pieces of me they were created around are more like umbilical cords or more percisiously the atoms that crest them. Yes, I hope you understand. I am the atoms, the subatomic particles, even smaller than that. I build them up, but they are their own personas; though they reflect me, they are different from me, and so they keep loneliness at bay.)
(Was I lonely before my children? I think so. I don't think so. What is loneliness when you simply exist? Did I create it when I first made another sentient being? Is that what happened to Lilith?)
Poor Lilith grieved her children. I tried to reassure her that they existed in other realities, they existed in the universe she resided in but in different bodies; they loved her still.
She could not hear me. Her devastation deafened her; her heart hurt so much that it grew cold, cynical, to protect itself.
She is an opportunist. Knowing how Lucifer felt for her, my boy, knowing he would do anything to see her happy, knowing he was bright, strong, and charismatic: She asked him for freedom.
Freedom from Eden, from Adam, from Eve, from the pain that dogged her.
Humanity. Adam, Eve, Lilith, the angels, the demons, were always meant to leave the confines of where they were made. Eden was a cage, a gilded one; a place for them to rest in preparation of leaving, that's why the tree of knowledge was at its center. When they were ready to leave, to explore, they could request fruit from the tree.
Lilith requested it.
Lucifer got it for her: wishing to help her with her grief, wishing to show her what wonders existed around her, wishing for her to understand him a bit more, wishing for her to know of the dangers that existed outside of Eden.
The way out was open to her. Death, decay, pain, starvation, illness; everything they were cushioned against came to her in full force. She threw up. Shook. Sobbed. She knew of death, of cruelty, of manipulation, of lies, of shame; Adam's rough hands took on a new meaning, one that spoke of oppression, one that spoke of cruelty, one that she had to save Eve from.
She begged Lucifer for another knowledge fruit.
He refused. Only Eve could request it for herself.
So Lilith left Eden for the cave. She did this several times. Birthing demons with numerous lovers, she did this so many times that she lost all ability to have children. The demon sperm was different, more like depositing insect eggs within Lilith than the way humans do; the demon sperm ate at her womb leaving her infertile.
She didn't notice until it was too late. The demons kept her drunk on pleasure so the pain faded into the background.
Lucifer would collect her before his siblings arrived, spiriting her away before the slaughter could begin. It was an attempt to save her from a pain she couldn't feel. The death of her first batch left her cold, empty, grief dogged at her— more so now that she understood death.
Eve was the first to notice her pain, her change. Lilith had always been melancholy, it fitted with Adam's optimism— would have kept him grounded; so Eve seeked her out intending to find out why Lilith had changed.
Lilith delighted in Eve's attention; more so than in Lucifer's (he was glad for them if a bit jealous.) She talked to Eve, rambled (much like I am, time is meaningless to me so the events I tell may be a bit out of linear order.) About all she knew and saw, she talked about decay, and the beauty that results from it; how the angels kept such things from them.
(And while that was true, it wasn't out of malice. Eve, Adam, and Lilith were beloved by the angels, treated as children, newborns, or in the less favorable terms, pets. Their main objective was to protect, care for, and entertain the first humans; they received love, attention, and entertainment in return. I find myself wondering if I created the humans for the angels or the angels for the humans, I suppose it doesn't matter.)
Soon Adam noticed Eve spending less time with him and grew jealous. He found Eve and Lilith returning from the sea side, which Lilith had led Eve to. He had grabbed Eve, harshly jerking her to his side.
Angered by the harsh treatment of her playmate, Lilith shoved Adam, pressing herself between them.
Eve tried to calm them, the cooling rain between their desert and mountainous personalities.
They ignored her.
Lilith and Adam will both swear the other started the fight. In truth Adam threw the first punch, and Lilith the first slap. They had scraped before, wrestled, angrily and vindictively threw each other from cliffs and into the rivers. But this time was different.
Lilith had ate the fruit if knowledge.
She bruised, scraped, and bled— the yelps and groans she let out were from pain, not anger.
Adam froze. He gently took her head in heavyhands. "What is that?" He brushed the red color from her nose. He sniffed it, tasted it, and wrinkled his nose. "It tastes weird.
Blood.
For the first time, blood and pain had entered Eden.
Eve and Adam were fascinated by this. Adam would have continued to inspect Lilith (something that made her heart race as much as she hated to admit it) and Eve would have encouraged them to get along while they pondered this new mystery.
Lucifer (Samuel) whisked Lilith away to heal her; he tried to sooth her as she railed against the good visions the fruit from the tree of knowledge had shown her.
(It had shown her and Adam living in peace; it had shown them being with Eve; it had shown every possible route they could have had, both good and bad.)
Lucifer consoled her, telling her of all the different routes he could have taken. It was a joy that she could understand a fraction of what he knew; the paths taken while in the linear state couldn't be undone, but when outside of linear tracks he could enter and live in any point of time and space. He told her of the other timelines he existed in: the ones his consciousness touched.
She asked him to fix things, to fix her relationships, to fix her broken heart.
He couldn't.
(He had learned that the only one he could fix, control, was himself— hard though it was. And no amount of prompting could get Adam and Lilith to agree or come to terms with each other. That was their job. Even in other universes, timelines, existences, they acted the same, some came together, others didn't, but it wasn't his doing.)
(Sidenote: The reason angels have so many heads, eyes, is so they can exist in different realms at once. They place themselves there to naturally grow or they dress themselves up to look like what is the most comfortable figure for the ones they wish to speak to. It was a lesson learned when the, usually humans, subjects burst into flames; fell into insanity; or simply cowered out of fear but that is long after Eden.)
Lilith decided all the good she had been shown was a lie.
(It wasn't. It required her and Adam to bend their egos and work together, and for Eve to stand up for herself allowing her to make decisions and for the other two to follow.)
She railed against Lucifer, and accused him of tricking her.
Their fight didn't last long. It devolved into a hug; one in which Lilith sobbed and Lucifer cried with her. This evolved into them having sexual relations— Lilith desired freedom from her pain and Lucifer desired to give that to her.
It was the first time pain during sexual intercore was developed; before if Lilith laid with Adam (they often fought over who got to be on top) she'd feel nothing but a bit of pressure; Adam never took the time to give Lilith the pleasure she deserved. (Sex is sacred, a joyful affair, one done whenever one wants with a willing partner who can consent emotionally, mentally, and physically.)
Lucifer knew she would experience pain, and took great care to ensure the pain was minimal.
And so, the first female orgasm was experienced.
It delighted Lilith, and she eagerly spoke with Lucifer about it.
This in turn pleased Lucifer, who talked about the female anatomy with gusto; he delighted in the complex nervous system that allowed for such intense pleasure.
Perhaps, not all was lost, Lilith thought, planning, if she could get Eve on her side, at her side; they could overtake Adam and leave together. They could live happily without him. They could convince the angels they didn't need Adam. Lucifer could care for them, keep Adam away if he had to be in Eden— maybe the vision she had could be reality, without Adam, Eve and her spending eternity together as lovers, as friends, as family; they could find a way to have children. If they went to the cave, they could have plenty of children together, or maybe they could get the angels to give them the ability to have children together without Adam.
Lilith spent days learning from Lucifer, daydreaming about her future with Eve— giggling to herself about the children they would raise, and experimenting with her newfound abilities. She picked, plucked, pinched, and pricked at herself, marveling at her bruises, blood, and bits of pain. She grew to like it.
(Humans were meant to endure. So frail, and yet powerful and resilient. Pleasure and pain interconnect to allow for such explorations; both are drivers for change and growth.)
Lucifer kept her from hurting herself for real. He kept her entertained, kept her sane and happy; though, he did get called away often.
I wanted to prepare him for his upcoming role (though any of my first born could take over, are meant to to give him a moment to rest) by having him show off his own ideas and creations; if he was accepted, his ideas would expand heaven, give him an area of sorts where he could work while overseeing his own realm, if not they would be used to create his own realm.
(His ideas were rejected. The excuse, the reason given was 'they are not part of God's plan" but they are! Everything is. I planned for every instant!)
(It seems that my children are choosing to walk down the path that will split our family apart, instead of one that would keep it together, close knit; learning and growing together, in vaguely uncomfortable ways, slow ways as fitting eternity, though this way is faster if more painful.)
Lilith soon found that her blood, bruises, had an effect on Eve and Adan— one she didn't like.
Curiosity got the better of them. They compared the memory of her bruises and blood to the fruit around them. Nothing satisfied them. Adam was the worst of it; Eve at least would talk to Lilith and ask to see her wounds, curiosity causing her to ask what it felt like. She'd try to copy Lilith using thorns and sticks to try to make herself bleed.
I protected her from it. She had yet to eat the fruit, the flower, of knowledge; she wasn't ready for the responsibility that would come from leaving Eden.
Lilith remained in Eden because it would be too hard for one human to survive on their own; humans are social creatures, and I want my children to thrive.
Adam soon noticed that if he handled animals too harshly they bled. He killed a lot, gutting them to inspect their insides; horrifying the angels.
My angels knew what consisted within the animals and humans, the blood and bone, they knew of the pain Adam and the others would feel if they left their protection. My angels never blamed their charges; they were innocent of their actions, and the angels replaced any animal killed or hurt.
Eve was a bit more reserved toward killing animals; she tried to pepper the angels with questions, which they avoided. She'd watch Adam massacre the furred bodies of tame lions.
(The animals need not eat, sleep, or defecate. The only reason they bled was because the humans wished for it. If Adam and Eve never saw Lilith bleed, everything could have lived in peace. But there is a beauty in blood, it becomes more marvelous after they leave Eden— more colorful, more loud, more energy spent in the struggle to stay alive, more passion. I can not hate my darker half.)
Eve painted her face with blood. She used to use berries but insisted the red was fuller and brighter. Adam too painted himself. They used fruit and vegetables to paint their bodies, mimicking the bruises Lilith had.
(How painful trends, beauty to be.)
Eve threw a rock and struck an angel. It bled gold. The humans never saw this, for the angel fled before they could.
The humans were never able to hit one again; the angels kept more of a distance than before.(Some grew tired, angry, with the burden of watching, caring, for this…zoo. They could have left. Done something else.)
Except Lucifer.
(They stayed out of duty. And love, embittered from the changes their playmates had gone through.)
(It is no easy task to love. One must accept the other as is; even in hoping for a better version or past version does a disservice to the current self. Love is a thought pattern, an emotion, and an action (so is every other emotion, they are all commitments, so commit to one you want, cultivate it, and let the other emotions change with the weather.)
[For example, the transcriber largely choses happiness, gradititude, and love despite her anxiety, depression, and apathy. The transcriber focuses on simple beauty, sunlight through tree leaves to feel what the transcriber wants, and finds joy in things most find ugly, like the color and shine, of dog poop. This is not to say that the transcriber's other emotions do not take over, or that every day is good, but it makes the bad days easier and the worst days temporary. The transcriber must be careful to keep poisionious people and practices at bay by meditating, ecersisee boundries, taking care of the transcriber's health and listening to the transcriber's body, mostly when transcriber's chemical imbalances act up.]
[Transcriber: Yeah…working on it…failing at it…succeding at it…and repeat.]
[As is all.]
Lucifer stayed. He played with Lilith and Eve, and though he tended to Adam he preferred the other two. Because: they didn't kill what the angels had worked so hard to create for them; they traded ideas with him and delighted in him, placing flowers and leaves in his hair as they talked.
Eve soon came to learn how Lilith developed her new abilities but hesitated to follow her actions; she told her of what Adam and her had been up to, and Lilith agreed that it would be safer to wait until Adam calmed down. Eve also didn't want to anger me, as she had been told by Adam, and Adam told by the angels.
(The angels told Adam and Lilith the fruit of knowledge was off limits because they were tasked with keeping them safe and happy, until they were ready to leave, from there the conclusion that I would be angry if that came to pass.)
Adam soon became bored with searching, destroying, the animals. He monopolized Eve's time, demanding she tend to him more and more— even asking the angels to teach Eve to be better.
So they did.
Eve molded herself into everything Adam desired, until she couldn't but that doesn't happen until after the fruit is eaten, and rarely got a moment to herself or for Lilith.
The angels guided the two women together so Eve could better learn to tend to Adam. Eve wanted to make everyone happy; Lilith saw a future with Eve and pursued it. She taught Eve sexual pleasure, something Adam never cared to do, but because Eve never ate the fruit she couldn't feel the highs that Lilith felt; Lilith remembered, and tried to describe it to Eve until it came to be that Eve saw Lucifer and Lilith coupling and wished to know what she couldn't understand.
She asked for the fruit of knowledge.
Shame is the first sin. Eve saw herself, naked and aroused before Lilith and Lucifer, and tried to hide her body, comparing herself to their beauty. She tried to make herself throw the apple up, unwilling to accept that she had disobeyed the angels, fearing their retribution.
(It was always meant to be. I desire, prefer, the universes where the angels get the fruit for them once the humans decide to grow beyond the garden; shame, insecurity, has no place in tge process but in this world it was there.)
Before the fruit of knowledge, Eve, Lilith, and Adam acknowledged their differences with curiosity and awe. Even when Adam compared Eve to Lilith and declared her superiors it didn't mean much— to Eve and Lilith they were similar enough, different enough to delight in each other.
Now though, Lilith and Lucifer soothed Eve. She hadn't done anything wrong.
(She really hadn't.)
They would take the blame if the angels were angered.
(They did. My angels were upset that their companions were leaving; upset that Lucifer had not told them that the humans were ready to grow; upset that they couldn't send them off on their terms; hurt that the humans would choose a life outside of their care.)
Eve calmed down. Lucifer serviced her the way he did Lilith while she watched; it was her wish for Eve to know the pleasure of a man who cared about her. At that moment, Eve thought they were not that different; they wanted love, and accepted it where it was given. She wished Adam could get along with Lilith, and saw a single future where it was possible when she ate the fruit of knowledge.
(The chances of such had dwindled the more Adam and Lilith resolved to distain each other, until there was one hope left.)
Eve asked if they could give the fruit of knowledge to Adam, much to Lilith's distaste.
Lucifer told Eve the same thing he told Lilith. He kept his fondness of Adam out of sight; they got along well enough, and he knew the good man Adam could be if he chose to be.
(He could be the greatest man, a pinnacle for other men to strive for.)
(He chose to be the opposite, something scorned, but what child doesn't rebuke their parents?)
Lilith tried to convince her otherwise but Eve was determined.
She tried to get Adam to spend time with Lilith and Lucifer; she wanted tgeir futures to be bright, happy, together.
(They were both stubborn, prideful, unwilling to allow another control for even a moment. The vision Eve was given was even more out of reach than the visions Lilith had.)
She slept with Adam using the knowledge she gained from the fruit— the probable futures were detailed, and showed her the best way to manipulate Adam.
(The ability to manipulate was always within her— she did this to an extent each time she quelled Adam's and Lilith's fights. The fruit of knowledge made it clearer to her the best way she could do it— what she could gain, beyond peace, despite the desires of others.)
(Lucifer had shown her tricks too, as had Lilith, it was natural for them to learn about sex. After the fruit of knowledge, it was no longer a simple activity of meger pleasure (for her) it was something to drive toward, work for, seeing their partner driven to highs that delighted.)
Eve asked Adam after he was pliable, exhausted from several rounds, and his ego higher than usual from Eve's praises.
(His love making powers were lackluster. He could have been good if he cared to be, there were times he did, but this was not one of them.)
Eve spoke of the apple, parroting Lucifer's words and of the places visions Lilith had told her— she left Lilith out of the picture, knowing Adam would never accept her. She soothed her guilt by telling herself they could come together later—they would heal, be a family later.
(Maybe. Eternity is long. Feelings, relationships change. As of now they have not mended their relationships.)
"Children," Eve said, taking Adam's hand. "We could have children."
(She saw their fates, all of them, and prayed for the joy filled ones. Her actions and the actions of others drove them to tragedy.)
"Children?" Adam didn't know that word. Why would he? Eve and Lilith never got pregnant within the garden; Lilith had to leave Eden to get pregnant.
The angels kept Adam's seed from taking root; they were to take care of the three humans, no more. Adam, Eve, and Lilith were essentially frozen in time; born from angels, developed and raised as humans.
If I were to explain it in scientific terms, think of it as a genetically altered child. Angelic energy, my energy, combined to make the soul— ah, this may be too complicated for you, it's going over my chronicler's understanding.
It's like a mirror, or a simulation, a piece of reality that represents what would take place on the Earth you all live on. Eve wasn't meant to be, but was created with Adam's request; though, I was happy to create her. (There are realities she didn't exist, and the sexual dimorphism is stark among those humans.)
See, Adam represented the form male humans would take, Lilith the female, and Eve everything in between And outside those two. (I've seen the artwork of her, she did not look like that. She had darker skin, though, my angels were fond of changing their colors not that they ever noticed; once, she was dyed green and never considered herself different. She was ambiguous, flat chested, short hair, neither male or female; not that there is too much difference between Lillith and Adam to begin with, I like playing with the possibilities too much to make them too different. (In this reality at least.)
While Eden existed, the earth had formed and the ones to become human were branching off to become humanity. I know of theories of Eden representing the state of humans before farming, but that distinction wasn't as fine lined as thought; hunters and gatherers were quite good at placing seeds and food waste where it would grow next season while they moved about. There are those who claim that Eden existed where they live, but the final Earths are always more hostile than Eden, and with good reason! If the weather never changed, if everything was frozen, humanity would get board, as Lilith, Adam, and Eve did; as I designed them to.
Humans are made to overcome obstacles. I know it's unfair when sickness, famine, war, and death come— but it's to facilitate change, to give humans something to work on, to give spirits something to strive for, to give me—
Anyway, Adam ate the apple. Unlike Eve and Lilith, he dismissed the future where they lived in harmony, focusing on the praise he received as first man— on the fact that everyone and everything came after him.
The angels did as ordered and cast the humans from Eden. Samael, Lucifer, was the one to burn Eden to the ground blocking humans from returning— on earth the land was filled with plenty, man came to be as you, the reader, know them to be physically at least, not culturally though the changes humans go through culturally brings me endless joy and curiosity.
Adam and Eve set off, leaving Lilith alone (Eve didn't want to but felt that she couldn't leave Adam, she is a part of him after all). And…perhaps, it would be best for them to tell their story, my writer is restless, and you know all the stories. I will pipe up in the next stories to give insight or clarify but it will be told by them— they will be told in their person, and my input will be within brackets with the use of I.
Wrapping this up. I gave Lucifer Hell to rule because I trust him to take care of the souls, heal them, and send them home— he'll take care of my darker creations as well, and he's strong enough to keep them in line. If he ever needs a break, he can rely on his siblings if he ever gets over the idea of needing help.
