𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑵 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑳 [ᕼᑭ ᙭ ᑭᒍO]

XI || "Scorpion venom antidote."

✿⁠ ♡ ◍⁠ •⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠ ◍ ✧⁠ * 。♡

"I am the Daughter of Nyx, the Slayer of the mighty Python. I defeated Tartarus and trapped Kronos."

✿⁠ ♡ ◍⁠ •⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠ ◍ ✧⁠ * 。♡

THE MOON HUNG HIGH in the ink-black sky, its silvery glow casting an eerie luminescence over the desolate battlefield.

Daughter of the Night stood at the center of the forbidden forest, a lone figure surrounded by an encroaching army of scorpion men.

The air crackled with an electric tension as anger coursed through her veins, a volatile energy matching the intensity of the celestial orb above.

Lilith's eyes blazed with an otherworldly fury as she surveyed the sea of scorpion men stretching out before her.

"Scorpion men? Really? Is this the best they could throw at me?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm, the words cutting through the silence like a blade through the dark.

Twirling her Stygian Iron blade, a weapon forged in battles against creatures of the night, Lilith's silhouette was a dance of shadows against the backdrop of chaos.

The scorpion men, a nightmarish army with claws poised to strike, advanced with a cacophony of clicking and hissing.

Lilith's anger intensified, a storm brewing within her, ready to be unleashed upon the shadows that dared to challenge her.

"You want a fight? Well, buckle up, scorpion boys. This is gonna be a bumpy night," Lilith declared, her tone a defiance that echoed through the moonlit expanse.

As the first wave of scorpion men closed in, Lilith sprang into action. Her movements were a ballet of destruction, each step a calculated strike, each twirl a dance with death.

The celestial blade gleamed like liquid silver as it sliced through the air, meeting the hardened carapace of the scorpion men.

"Annoying little critters, aren't you? Like mosquitoes at a picnic. Annoying, but easily squashed," Lilith taunted, her words a rhythmic accompaniment to the symphony of battle.

In the midst of the chaos, Lilith's anger manifested as an otherworldly aura, a pulsating darkness that surrounded her like a tempest.

Her every strike was fueled by the wrath that simmered beneath her skin, a wrath that demanded retribution against the shadows that sought to engulf her.

However, amidst the whirlwind of strikes, one of the scorpion men managed to land a stinging blow.

Lilith winced, feeling the venom coursing through her veins. The pain was sharp, like a dagger driven into her very core, but she refused to let it show.

Her eyes, still ablaze with fury, locked onto the scorpion that dared to strike her.

"Nice try, but I've had worse bee stings. This is just a little love bite from the Titans," Lilith spat, her voice a defiant retort.

The battle intensified as Lilith continued her relentless assault. The scorpion men, though formidable in number, struggled to match the sheer ferocity of the demigod fueled by the rage of the night.

Her Stygian Iron blade danced through the shadows, carving a path through the scorpion army.

"Is this all you've got? I've had tougher sparring sessions with my reflection," Lilith jeered, her words a provocation to the very darkness that sought to consume her.