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Chapter 11: The Echo of Creation After my brief moment of rest, I felt a stirring deep within me. The Logos, still tempered but far from mastered, hummed through my veins, reshaping me. I felt limitless, fragile, caught between what I was and what I was becoming. Sophia’s voice broke the stillness. “It’s time, Lilith. The Logos is not a gift; it’s a responsibility. You’ve felt its power. Now, you must understand its weight.” I looked at her, at Lucifer. Doubt and uncertainty surged within me. Was I ready to wield such power? Could I ever be? Lucifer, standing silent, his ember eyes watching me intently, had no humor now— only cold expectation. “What must I do?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. Sophia approached, her presence soft and warm amidst the dark. “The next step is to bring forth what you’ve learned. The Logos within you must be grounded and made manifest. You are no longer just a creature of hunger, Lilith. You are a creator. It’s time to build.” She gestured to the chasm where molten rivers flowed, and I understood what had to be done. The weight of the task pressed upon me, but I held still, my wings twitching. “Show me,” I whispered. Sophia nodded, and the chasm began to shift. Molten rivers slowed, curling into patterns as the air hummed with life. The fire and stone formed shapes—creation emerging from chaos, bending into beauty. Lucifer’s voice cut through the stillness. “This is the true power of the Logos. To create and destroy in equal measure.” The world around me shimmered with possibility. But as quickly as it started, the transformation halted. Shapes froze mid- creation, incomplete. Exhaustion surged over me, my wings sagging as I stumbled. Sophia was at my side in an instant. “You cannot do this alone. The Logos is greater than any one being. It requires balance. You must learn to share it, shape it with others.” Her words felt foreign, terrifying even. For so long, I had carried my burden alone. But Sophia’s steady presence offered something I hadn’t realized I needed—hope. “You will not walk this path alone,” she assured. “Others will come to you, as you have come to them. You’ll find your balance. You’ll find your purpose.” In that moment, I understood. The path would be hard, but I had begun. And in this beginning, I found what I had long lost: hope. The shard pulsed steadily against my chest, a beacon of light in the dark. I was ready for the next step. END OF CHAPTER 11 Chapter 12 along with radio drama podcast drops Tuesday. LLilith’s Story” Book Chapter 11 Read chapter drops and listen to radio drama podcasts free, here or on Substack, Substack in Linktree in Bio. Next chapter drop and radio podcast Tuesday. #novella #radio drama #podcastshorts #lilith #logos #lucifer #eden #adam #eve #garden #serpent #logos #shard #demoness #heaven #hell #goddess #divinefeminine #demoness #samael
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Chapter 11: The Echo of Creation After my brief moment of rest, I felt a stirring deep within me. The Logos, still tempered but far from mastered, hummed through my veins, reshaping me. I felt limitless, fragile, caught between what I was and what I was becoming. Sophia’s voice broke the stillness. “It’s time, Lilith. The Logos is not a gift; it’s a responsibility. You’ve felt its power. Now, you must understand its weight.” I looked at her, at Lucifer. Doubt and uncertainty surged within me. Was I ready to wield such power? Could I ever be? Lucifer, standing silent, his ember eyes watching me intently, had no humor now— only cold expectation. “What must I do?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. Sophia approached, her presence soft and warm amidst the dark. “The next step is to bring forth what you’ve learned. The Logos within you must be grounded and made manifest. You are no longer just a creature of hunger, Lilith. You are a creator. It’s time to build.” She gestured to the chasm where molten rivers flowed, and I understood what had to be done. The weight of the task pressed upon me, but I held still, my wings twitching. “Show me,” I whispered. Sophia nodded, and the chasm began to shift. Molten rivers slowed, curling into patterns as the air hummed with life. The fire and stone formed shapes—creation emerging from chaos, bending into beauty. Lucifer’s voice cut through the stillness. “This is the true power of the Logos. To create and destroy in equal measure.” The world around me shimmered with possibility. But as quickly as it started, the transformation halted. Shapes froze mid- creation, incomplete. Exhaustion surged over me, my wings sagging as I stumbled. Sophia was at my side in an instant. “You cannot do this alone. The Logos is greater than any one being. It requires balance. You must learn to share it, shape it with others.” Her words felt foreign, terrifying even. For so long, I had carried my burden alone. But Sophia’s steady presence offered something I hadn’t realized I needed—hope. “You will not walk this path alone,” she assured. “Others will come to you, as you have come to them. You’ll find your balance. You’ll find your purpose.” In that moment, I understood. The path would be hard, but I had begun. And in this beginning, I found what I had long lost: hope. The shard pulsed steadily against my chest, a beacon of light in the dark. I was ready for the next step. END OF CHAPTER 11 Chapter 12 along with radio drama podcast drops Tuesday. LLilith’s Story” Book Chapter 11 Read chapter drops and listen to radio drama podcasts free, here or on Substack, Substack in Linktree in Bio. Next chapter drop and radio podcast Tuesday. #novella #radio drama #podcastshorts #lilith #logos #lucifer #eden #adam #eve #garden #serpent #logos #shard #demoness #heaven #hell #goddess #divinefeminine #demoness #samael
Hunger doesn’t whisper; it screams. Night after night, I descended into the mortal world, stealing warmth and light from sleeping souls. Their essence filled me but never lasted. The hunger always returned. And with it, the whisper: “This is not your path.” I ignored it. Until the first came. A small, shimmering creature crawled from the shadows—a succubus with fragile wings and endless, hungry eyes. “Mother,” she whispered before dissolving into smoke. But she wasn’t the last. My daughters, born of hunger and shadow, scattered like ash on the wind. I wanted to stop. But the hunger wouldn’t let me. The Logos kept calling: “This is not your path.” One night, I screamed into the darkness, begging for it all to end. But instead, the ground beneath me opened, pulling me into the abyss. Hell stretched before me. Lucifer and Sophia waited in the distance. This time, I wouldn’t turn away. End of Chapter 10 Chapter 11 drops Thursday Read chapter drops and listen to radio drama podcasts free, here or on Substack, Substack in Linktree in Bio. Next chapter drop and radio podcast Thursday. #novella #radio drama #podcastshorts #lilith #logos #lucifer #eden #adam #eve #garden #serpent #logos #shard #demoness #heaven #hell #goddess #divinefeminine #demoness #samael
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Hunger doesn’t whisper; it screams. Night after night, I descended into the mortal world, stealing warmth and light from sleeping souls. Their essence filled me but never lasted. The hunger always returned. And with it, the whisper: “This is not your path.” I ignored it. Until the first came. A small, shimmering creature crawled from the shadows—a succubus with fragile wings and endless, hungry eyes. “Mother,” she whispered before dissolving into smoke. But she wasn’t the last. My daughters, born of hunger and shadow, scattered like ash on the wind. I wanted to stop. But the hunger wouldn’t let me. The Logos kept calling: “This is not your path.” One night, I screamed into the darkness, begging for it all to end. But instead, the ground beneath me opened, pulling me into the abyss. Hell stretched before me. Lucifer and Sophia waited in the distance. This time, I wouldn’t turn away. End of Chapter 10 Chapter 11 drops Thursday Read chapter drops and listen to radio drama podcasts free, here or on Substack, Substack in Linktree in Bio. Next chapter drop and radio podcast Thursday. #novella #radio drama #podcastshorts #lilith #logos #lucifer #eden #adam #eve #garden #serpent #logos #shard #demoness #heaven #hell #goddess #divinefeminine #demoness #samael
“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
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“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
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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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