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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
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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
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

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