The day I met Lilith

CHAPTER 1: The Gift

As I am writing this journal on a small wooden table at the side of my bed, a figure of Death known by the forgotten as "They who cleanse" waits for me in the room. Standing at the side of the front door, it patiently waits to drag me back to the veil.

Faceless specters dressed in flowing shreds of black silk and chrome linen from which the tip of each fabric fades like dust as it is carried by the wind are the persona of what we humans call "Death". These entities had roam the world of the living since time immemorial. Tasked as the gate keepers, hunting down anyone who had escaped through the veil that divides the land of the living and the forgotten.

I have met a few humans who ,such as I, had found the entrance to the land of the forgotten through a tear in the veil. Since they returned to the land of the living, These people have been living the remainder of their lives running and hiding from these uncanny  apparitions as they were hunted One by one. Day and night  I even laid witness to a few who had their souls ripped out by these ghostly beings as they plunged their hand right through the victims chest where the cradle of the soul resides. They would then slither their way back to the veil dragging the unfortunate soul with them.  These Death like beings serve no one. Even the primordial entities themselves fear them for they too can be dragged back from whence they came.

An old friend from the land of forgotten once told me;

" Your death is but a phase to a new path Mortal. Fear not the cycle of rebirth for your souls are eternal. Only the flesh, endowed to your kind alone, shall return to dust. Yet take heed, once a soul passes through the veil,  It will forever be denied from the cycle and shall be bound to the land of forgotten for all eternity." " - Lilith.

Oh Lilith, Mother of all forgotten, How long has it been since you cast me out of the veil?

She took pity on my broken soul. Bit her finger and smeared her burgundy blood in my forehead. As her fingers left my skin, the numbers " 6 6 6 " slowly written and glowed like ember. I can smell burning flesh as It healed  so that I may temporarily be free from the scavenging eyes of "they who cleanse". You cast me out

But Alas!  The cursed will soon be lifted, I will soon be able to speak again and with it, my soul will finally be vulnerable for the reaping. 

 I must finish this testimony before "They who cleanse" could take my soul and drag me back. I am no longer part of the cycle of rebirth for My soul is now bound to the veil and to the veil I will soon return.

My name is Marcus. Let me tell you everything I know the day I met Lilith.

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I have a gift. Many may call it a curse, but to me, This gift became the key to unshackle myself from the chain of lies that had long held man down to his knees.

I have what they call a "3rd eye", The sixth sense. An invisible eye which can perceive beyond ordinary sight. Many with this gift claim to have the ability  to see the departed. But the ghosts of the departed that we have seen and believed to be are but shards left from the diseased which constantly replays through time. The truth is,  there are other specters who has the power to posses anyone. these entities came from the veil and our ancestors label them as demons. Yes, I can see all of them.

Read through the end of this and you will gain wisdom. The secrets that lies beyond the veil and the truth of man that which Lilith, the first wife of Adam had spoken of. I speak of the truth and I shall share it to you as we progress. the truth must be known before the last day of my freedom expires. 

Alas, I can hear "They who cleans"  groan as it patiently waits for me. It has been standing there for days already. It knows my time to be drag back to the Veil draws near.