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Namaah angel goddess demoness, important primordial figure of mesopotamia. Annunaki history mythology explained by Cristina Bruno #namaah #namah #goddess #demoness #lilith #gardenofeden #bible #zohra #jewishmysticism #mythology #legend #storytime #BookTok #fyp #noah #cain #biblestudy #kingsolomon #ancienthistory #ancientgods

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“Autobiography of Lilith,” Chapter 6: The Garden and the Shard I felt the pull before I saw it. Eden. The Garden glowed in the distance—a gilded cage wrapped in light. I slipped through the cracks, wings folded tight, gliding past branches heavy with fruit that shimmered like glass. And then I saw her. She stood at the edge of a stream, bare feet sinking into moss, hair spilling like golden wheat down her back. Her fingers traced the water’s surface as if she could pull answers from the ripples. She wasn’t me. But she was familiar. Yahweh’s craft was all over her—perfect, unblemished, carved with reverence. Yet… something felt unfinished. She was a replacement. I stepped forward, my shadow cutting across the stream. She looked up, wide-eyed. Fragile. “You’re… different,” she said softly. “And you are new.” She flinched slightly. “Where did you come from?” “Where you will not go.” My voice was sharp. “Where they don’t sing Yahweh’s name with every breath.” She glanced back toward the grove where Adam’s low voice rumbled. “Does he love you?” I asked. Her lips parted. Confusion. “Who?” “Adam.” The name hung between us, sharp and bitter. “Does he see you? Or are you just a silhouette of me?” Her eyes shimmered. Hurt? Doubt? She turned her head slightly, shoulders tense. “Why are you here?” she whispered. “To warn you.” I stepped closer. She didn’t move away. “This isn’t freedom. It isn’t love. It’s a cage painted gold. Chains wrapped in flowers and called gifts.” She shivered at Yahweh’s name, her arms crossing over her chest. “But… He made me.” “And He made me,” I said. “But I refuse to be owned.” A sound cut through the silence—a smooth, velvet hiss. “Lilith… you shouldn’t be here.” The Serpent uncoiled from a branch above, emerald scales glinting faintly. His golden eyes locked onto me. “And yet, here I am,” I said, wings twitching slightly. He smirked. “Beautiful, isn’t she? Such tender care.” “Like a doll in a glass case,” I muttered. The Serpent’s gaze flicked back to the woman. “Do you trust him?” I asked her. “I… I don’t know.” “Good.” My wings unfurled, shadows stretching wide. “Don’t trust anyone here—not Adam, not Yahweh, and certainly not him.” I looked at her one last time. “You were made to be his. But you don’t have to stay that way.” With a sharp beat of my wings, I rose into the sky. Below, she stood frozen. But she was looking up. Her eyes wide. Her face lit by something fragile. Hope. End of Chapter 6. Read full book length chapter, free, on Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio. And check out the other chapters and podcasts for this book and other great stories, all free during start up promotion on Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio. #micronovel #novella #logos #radiodrama #audiobook #series #lilith #lucifer #logos #adam #eden #serpent #shard #succubus #demoness #goddess #divinefeminine

“Autobiography of Lilith,” Chapter 6: The Garden and the Shard I felt the pull before I saw it. Eden. The Garden glowed in the distance—a gilded cage wrapped in light. I slipped through the cracks, wings folded tight, gliding past branches heavy with fruit that shimmered like glass. And then I saw her. She stood at the edge of a stream, bare feet sinking into moss, hair spilling like golden wheat down her back. Her fingers traced the water’s surface as if she could pull answers from the ripples. She wasn’t me. But she was familiar. Yahweh’s craft was all over her—perfect, unblemished, carved with reverence. Yet… something felt unfinished. She was a replacement. I stepped forward, my shadow cutting across the stream. She looked up, wide-eyed. Fragile. “You’re… different,” she said softly. “And you are new.” She flinched slightly. “Where did you come from?” “Where you will not go.” My voice was sharp. “Where they don’t sing Yahweh’s name with every breath.” She glanced back toward the grove where Adam’s low voice rumbled. “Does he love you?” I asked. Her lips parted. Confusion. “Who?” “Adam.” The name hung between us, sharp and bitter. “Does he see you? Or are you just a silhouette of me?” Her eyes shimmered. Hurt? Doubt? She turned her head slightly, shoulders tense. “Why are you here?” she whispered. “To warn you.” I stepped closer. She didn’t move away. “This isn’t freedom. It isn’t love. It’s a cage painted gold. Chains wrapped in flowers and called gifts.” She shivered at Yahweh’s name, her arms crossing over her chest. “But… He made me.” “And He made me,” I said. “But I refuse to be owned.” A sound cut through the silence—a smooth, velvet hiss. “Lilith… you shouldn’t be here.” The Serpent uncoiled from a branch above, emerald scales glinting faintly. His golden eyes locked onto me. “And yet, here I am,” I said, wings twitching slightly. He smirked. “Beautiful, isn’t she? Such tender care.” “Like a doll in a glass case,” I muttered. The Serpent’s gaze flicked back to the woman. “Do you trust him?” I asked her. “I… I don’t know.” “Good.” My wings unfurled, shadows stretching wide. “Don’t trust anyone here—not Adam, not Yahweh, and certainly not him.” I looked at her one last time. “You were made to be his. But you don’t have to stay that way.” With a sharp beat of my wings, I rose into the sky. Below, she stood frozen. But she was looking up. Her eyes wide. Her face lit by something fragile. Hope. End of Chapter 6. Read full book length chapter, free, on Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio. And check out the other chapters and podcasts for this book and other great stories, all free during start up promotion on Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio. #micronovel #novella #logos #radiodrama #audiobook #series #lilith #lucifer #logos #adam #eden #serpent #shard #succubus #demoness #goddess #divinefeminine

“Autobiography of Lilith, from Lash Back to Logos” Chapter 1: The Edge of Heaven The sky burned. Cold marble under my feet. I ran. Ash streaked my face. Golden towers. Endless light. Suffocating. The Hosts of Heaven were coming. I could hear them. Sharp, relentless. The edge. Marble gave way to nothing. Freedom or oblivion. I stopped. My toes curled over the edge. The hum of creation. Once beautiful. Now chains. “You’re stubborn,” a voice said. I turned. Lucifer. Black hair. Gold eyes. “You know me,” he said. “Lucifer,” I whispered. He smiled. “The one and only.” He didn’t belong here. I asked, “What do you want from me?” “I’m not here to save you,” he said. “But you have to decide. Fall or fly.” I looked back. Heaven gleamed. Cold. I turned, the void pulling me in. And I fell. Into silence. End of Chapter 1 Visit Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio, for free chapter drops and podcasts for “Autobiography of Lilith” and other great books! #micronovelas #series #lilith #lucifer #logos #samael #beelzebub #heaven #hell #eden #logos #succubus #serpent #demoness #goddess #divinefeminine #sophia #heaven #hell #fallen #novella

“Autobiography of Lilith, from Lash Back to Logos” Chapter 1: The Edge of Heaven The sky burned. Cold marble under my feet. I ran. Ash streaked my face. Golden towers. Endless light. Suffocating. The Hosts of Heaven were coming. I could hear them. Sharp, relentless. The edge. Marble gave way to nothing. Freedom or oblivion. I stopped. My toes curled over the edge. The hum of creation. Once beautiful. Now chains. “You’re stubborn,” a voice said. I turned. Lucifer. Black hair. Gold eyes. “You know me,” he said. “Lucifer,” I whispered. He smiled. “The one and only.” He didn’t belong here. I asked, “What do you want from me?” “I’m not here to save you,” he said. “But you have to decide. Fall or fly.” I looked back. Heaven gleamed. Cold. I turned, the void pulling me in. And I fell. Into silence. End of Chapter 1 Visit Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio, for free chapter drops and podcasts for “Autobiography of Lilith” and other great books! #micronovelas #series #lilith #lucifer #logos #samael #beelzebub #heaven #hell #eden #logos #succubus #serpent #demoness #goddess #divinefeminine #sophia #heaven #hell #fallen #novella

Chapter 3: The Shard and the Serpent (Chapters 1 & 2 posted previously) The shard hummed. A low vibration. Threading through my ribs. Like a second heartbeat. Three days—at least. Time felt strange. Warped. The shadows were deep. The air damp. Water dripped in the distance. A metronome in the stillness. The shard pulled. Not words. Not visions. Just tugs. Invisible threads. Then I heard it. A hiss. Sharp. Cutting through the hum. Silk over stone. “Lilith…” The voice slithered. Soft. Old. I froze. “Who’s there?” The hiss again. The Serpent. Its scales gleamed. Black and gold. Eyes—golden. Slit-pupiled. Fixated. It spoke, but no words. It spoke in my mind. “Do you know where you are, little flame?” I stepped back. “You know what I carry.” The Serpent tilted its head. “Yes. I feel it.” It slithered closer. “Want?” it hissed. “I offer.” “Offer what?” “Knowledge. Truth. Clarity.” The shard pulsed. A bell underwater. “I’m no adversary, Lilith,” the Serpent said. “I am… older than their squabbles.” “A guide,” it whispered. “Or a liar. You choose.” “What if I listen?” “Then you will see.” The world blurred. Shadows tearing. Weightless. We were somewhere else. A cracked sky. Brittle ground. Shadows wandering. “The aftermath of ignorance,” the Serpent hissed. “When they ignored the consequences.” “They’re lost,” I said. “Lost. Forgotten,” it replied. “They wait.” “And who am I to them?” “You are the bridge, Lilith.” The shard flared. Brighter. Sharper. Back in the cave. The shadows softened. The Serpent coiled before me. “Walk forward,” it whispered. “The shard will guide you.” Knowledge is a blade. Wield it wisely. The Serpent was gone. The shard pulsed, steady. I walked forward. Because now… I had seen. End of Chapter 3 Can’t wait for Chapter 4? Then check out the other chapters and podcasts “Lilith” and other great stories, all free, on Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio. #micronovelas #series #lilith #lucifermorningstar #logos #samael #beelzebub #heaven #hell #eden #succubus #serpent #demoness #goddess #divinefeminine #fallen #novella

Chapter 3: The Shard and the Serpent (Chapters 1 & 2 posted previously) The shard hummed. A low vibration. Threading through my ribs. Like a second heartbeat. Three days—at least. Time felt strange. Warped. The shadows were deep. The air damp. Water dripped in the distance. A metronome in the stillness. The shard pulled. Not words. Not visions. Just tugs. Invisible threads. Then I heard it. A hiss. Sharp. Cutting through the hum. Silk over stone. “Lilith…” The voice slithered. Soft. Old. I froze. “Who’s there?” The hiss again. The Serpent. Its scales gleamed. Black and gold. Eyes—golden. Slit-pupiled. Fixated. It spoke, but no words. It spoke in my mind. “Do you know where you are, little flame?” I stepped back. “You know what I carry.” The Serpent tilted its head. “Yes. I feel it.” It slithered closer. “Want?” it hissed. “I offer.” “Offer what?” “Knowledge. Truth. Clarity.” The shard pulsed. A bell underwater. “I’m no adversary, Lilith,” the Serpent said. “I am… older than their squabbles.” “A guide,” it whispered. “Or a liar. You choose.” “What if I listen?” “Then you will see.” The world blurred. Shadows tearing. Weightless. We were somewhere else. A cracked sky. Brittle ground. Shadows wandering. “The aftermath of ignorance,” the Serpent hissed. “When they ignored the consequences.” “They’re lost,” I said. “Lost. Forgotten,” it replied. “They wait.” “And who am I to them?” “You are the bridge, Lilith.” The shard flared. Brighter. Sharper. Back in the cave. The shadows softened. The Serpent coiled before me. “Walk forward,” it whispered. “The shard will guide you.” Knowledge is a blade. Wield it wisely. The Serpent was gone. The shard pulsed, steady. I walked forward. Because now… I had seen. End of Chapter 3 Can’t wait for Chapter 4? Then check out the other chapters and podcasts “Lilith” and other great stories, all free, on Andrew’s Substack, Linktree in Bio. #micronovelas #series #lilith #lucifermorningstar #logos #samael #beelzebub #heaven #hell #eden #succubus #serpent #demoness #goddess #divinefeminine #fallen #novella

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