𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑵 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑳 [ᕼᑭ ᙭ ᑭᒍO]

XII || FATHER AND THE DAUGHTER OF ZEUS.

✿⁠ ♡ ◍⁠ •⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠ ◍ ✧⁠ * 。♡

"Lilith," Nyx whispered, "your father's love for you spans the realms. He watches over you from the tapestry of stars."

✿⁠ ♡ ◍⁠ •⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠ ◍ ✧⁠ * 。♡

IN THE DREAM, Lilith found herself in a realm painted with the hues of midnight. The air shimmered with an otherworldly energy, and shadows coalesced into the form of Nyx, a goddess cloaked in darkness.

"Mom" Lilith whispered, the name a mere breath in the ethereal landscape.

Her mother seemed to have an aura of difference. —Not the aura of fun like she usually have around Lilith— but of mystery.

Nyx, a figure of both maternal warmth and enigmatic depth, approached. Her eyes, pools of cosmic mysteries, held a story that transcended time. She spoke, her voice a celestial melody weaving through the dream.

"Lilith, my child, you are unconscious in the mortal world. Now, it is the time when I must tell you about your father. I can't tell you everything but I must tell you about how he died."

Before Lilith could say anything, Nyx's words unfolded, the dream metamorphosed into a moonlit desert, a stage where Lilith's father, a warrior bathed in starlight, confronted a legion of scorpion men.

Each scorpion man, a grotesque fusion of arachnid and human, swarmed the desert with a menacing aura.

Lilith, a mere three-year-old in the dream, crying for her father watched as her father, a paragon of bravery, fought against the scorpion man army.

His sword gleamed like a sliver of moonlight, cutting through the darkness in a dance of desperate valor.

The same sword that now Lilith wield.

The scorpion men, relentless in their assault, surged forward with a malevolence that seemed to defy the very laws of dreams.

Lilith's father, a bastion of love, faced the onslaught, his every strike a shield against the encroaching shadows.

In the dream, Lilith felt the desert winds carry the weight of her father's determination, and the celestial sky above bore witness to a battle that echoed with the essence of sacrifice.

As the dream unfolded, Nyx narrated the tale with a cadence that mirrored the ebb and flow of constellations.

Lilith's father, surrounded by the scorpion men, fought not for glory or conquest but to protect his daughter-the radiant star of his universe.

The scorpion men, ruthless in their pursuit, overwhelmed Lilith's father. Each clash of swords reverberated through the dream, a symphony of celestial lament for a hero's fall.

In his final moments, her father's eyes sought Lilith, a silent goodbye etched in their depths.

Nyx, her voice carrying the weight of a cosmic elegy, spoke to Lilith, "Your father fought bravely against the scorpion man army, his love for you shining brighter than any constellation. But the threads of fate were woven in sorrow, and he sacrificed himself to safeguard your light."