𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑵 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑳 [ᕼᑭ ᙭ ᑭᒍO]

XIX || "You were jealous of Theo?"

✿⁠ ♡ ◍⁠ •⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠ ◍ ✧⁠ * 。♡

"I don't need you to protect me!"

✿⁠ ♡ ◍⁠ •⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠ ◍ ✧⁠ * 。♡

IN THE UNFORGIVING depths of Tartarus, Lilith, a six year old daughter of Nyx, battled relentlessly against a monstrous python as she descended into the abyss.

Her anguished cries for help echoed into the abyss, met only by the cold silence of Tartarus.

Time lost its meaning as she continued her descent, the weight of despair growing with each passing moment.

Days turned into minutes and minutes turned into seconds as the relentless fall came to an abrupt halt and Lilith landed on the tainted ground of Tartarus.

The air clung to her like a malevolent shroud, poisoning every breath she took. The very essence of the land seemed to seep into her soul, a place where monsters both found life and met their doom.

As she wandered aimlessly through the desolation, the shadows whispered haunting memories of her time at Camp Jupiter.

A fleeting vision of happiness and laughter danced before her, a stark contrast to the desolation surrounding her. The faces of friends flashed in her mind, their absence in this dark abyss amplifying the ache in her heart.

Abruptly, the echoes of her past mingled with the present, and monsters materialized around her.

The creatures seemed to mock the memories of friendship, their grotesque forms casting shadows on the fragments of Lilith's past.

Overwhelmed, she fought with a ferocity fueled by a mixture of desperation and a yearning for the warmth of those she once called friends.

Fatigue settled into the bones of a six year old girl as the monsters closed in. Lilith, without her sword, found herself on her knees, the weight of both the present struggle and the haunting memories bearing down on her.

In that moment of vulnerability, a surge of energy erupted from within her, obliterating the encroaching monsters.

Silence fell once more, but the shadows of despair lingered. Lilith, alone in Tartarus, clutched the memory of her time at Camp Jupiter, a bittersweet solace in the heart of darkness.

The pain in her body mirrored the ache within her soul, a testament to the heart-wrenching journey she traversed in the realm of shadows.

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IN THE ARMS OF THE OCEAN, Lilith experienced a profound intimacy that resonated with the echoes of centuries past.

The rhythmic embrace of the waves felt like a lovers' dance, an intricate choreography that spoke of timeless passion. With each surge, the water enveloped her, creating a sensation akin to a tender hug from an ageless companion.

The waves, like the gentle arms of a devoted lover, wrapped around Lilith, creating a symphony of comfort and familiarity.

It was as if the ocean, with its ever-changing tides, held an intimate understanding of the daughter of Nyx, embracing her with a warmth that transcended the ephemeral nature of mortal affections.