Reflections of Dawn

Storyteller

Luci watched as Lilith ran her fingers over every inch of the cave painting, muttering to herself all the while.

Luci half wondered if the Mother of Demons had gone mad, then shook her head to clear away the thought.
Almost shyly, she cleared her throat. "Anything I can do to help?"

"Yes. Come here and help me find something, anything out of the ordinary with this thing. Anything different."

"It all looks pretty out of the ordinary to me." Luci muttered, walking forwards. "Am I allowed to touch?"
Lilith nodded. "Yes, just don't damage it."

After a while of silence, Luci spoke. "So, the pictograms, I assume their telling some kind of story?"
"Yes."
"...can I ask what the story is? You know, as it might help us find... The almost non-existently obscure way to open this thing."

"No."
She said it in such a way that both told Luci to drop it for her own good, and persue it for the sake of her curiosity.

So, she tried a different tack. "So, what are these pictures? I mean, I think some of them are downworlders. And some of them are obviously demons. And then some are just like background and symbolic stuff. Am I right?"

Lilith smiled, a smile which both pleased Luci, and sent instinctual fear down her spine. "That's right. Very clever. In fact, this could potentially be one of the oldest downworld relics in the world. What do you make of that?"
Luci swallowed. "It would explain the... primitive-ness of it."
Lilith's friendly attitude shut off. "That much is obvious."

"... But the question is..." Luci continued. "Why? Why did they create it? Why here? And who?"

"Now we're talking." Lilith purred. "Why? There's  something in side, something they want hidden. Why mark it out so plainly?
Who? It tells stories of the ancestors of current day downworlder, but who would go to the effort to record it?"

She pointed a picture at the top out to Luci. "The first faerie courts. Who would see them? Who would watch?"
Another image. "Creation of the first Werewolf. But if that's the first, who saw?"

Another image, the very last. "The first shadowhunters. That's where it ends. One artist, and yes, it is one artist, recording hundreds of thousands of years. Then, it stops. Why?"

She drew back. "Who would take the time to record all this in an unbiased, chronological way? Who cared enough? Who had the time? If this is the story, then who's telling it? If this is the art, then who is the artist?"

Sorry it's long!
Does it make sense? You get what's going on?