לִילִית: Lilith's Story

Chapter Three

Zelda Spellman hurried back into the Mortuary, wiping at the sweat on her brow and leaving a smudge of dirt behind. Ever since Ms. Wardwell had revealed herself to be Lilith, Mother of Demons and Mistress of Hell, the High Priestess had been dealing with misfortune. Being a witch of multiple centuries herself, Zelda was familiar with the myth of Lilith's beginning but what she did not know was how such a powerful being came to be ensnared in Lucifer's grip.

Satisfied that the house was empty, Zelda closed the door of her bedroom and began to prepare her spell. She wanted to learn more about Madame Satan and in order to do so, she would need to travel to the beginning of time. Pulling her arms out of her sleeves, the redheaded witch hung up her jacket and began to untie the leopard print scarf around her neck; traveling that far back in time would require intense concentration and she could not have any distractions attaching her to this timeframe. Stepping out of her heels, Zelda pulled the pins out of her hair and went to the bathroom to wash the makeup from her face.

Naked and freed from anything that could be traced back to the Modern Age, Zelda Spellman studied herself in the mirror. Her fingers combed through her amber tresses, catching any pins she missed and tossing them onto the bed, rubbing her temples as she closed her eyes. The darkness gave way to brilliant blues and suddenly she was looking into the depths of Lilith's eyes...and her fingers slid from her temple to her mouth. Thinking of how red Madame Satan's mouth was, the High Priestess' lips parted and her tongue pulled a finger into her mouth, her teeth catching it as she sucked gently. Her other hand whispered slowly over her naked flesh leaving a trail of goosebumps along her collarbone, across her breasts, and lingering over a pert nipple. Zelda swayed slightly as she bit down on her finger and pinched her nipple, whimpering softly as images of Lilith falling to her knees played behind her closed eyes. Releasing her finger, she became more intentional with her touch...wandering to her thighs and sinking between them as she dug fingernails into her tender breasts. Her dark greens fluttered open and she watched herself in the mirror, spreading her legs wider, her hand disappearing between them, fingers sliding into herself. Her head fell back as her eyes closed again and she stumbled a bit on her feet, her thoughts imagining reaching down and pulling the scarf off of Lilith's hair, the black strands tumbling down around her beautiful face and how she would look up at Zelda beneath those tendrils. Her chest was heaving and she needed to lean against the bed, steadying herself, another whimpered groan falling from her lips. She imagined reaching down around the back of Lilith's neck, gathering a fist full of hair and pulling Madame Satan's head back, her mouth falling open and inviting. Zelda's fingers strummed and she found herself gasping, her head falling forward, hair tumbling to caress her nipples, both hands between her legs. Zelda would have kissed that open mouth, her tongue sliding between the parted lips to deepen it as she held the witch there by her hair. The High Priestess cried out as the image pushed her over the edge and she sank to her knees, gasping for breath from the force of her release, a fine sheen of sweat glistening along her naked curves.

Zelda took a moment, shaking her head and unsure of what had come over her. Clearly, Lilith's powers extended far beyond her physical presence. The woman was both a mystery and a curse; Zelda needed to learn more in order to understand exactly who the Mistress of Hell was - and if she could be trusted. Taking a deep breath, the redheaded witch glanced at her image in the mirror. Her hair tumbled wildly around her face, a soft pink hue across her cheeks and chest a reminder of her pleasure, her emerald eyes sparkling bright; she looked like she could have been formed from the Earth - wild and free.

"Dei tempus, sit nobis reddere, iter recipere, ut heri!" With a smile, Zelda recited the incantation to travel back in time, using her focus to propel her farther than she'd ever gone - to the beginning of Time.

The travel was painful, Zelda's human form was twisted and bent in a vortex of air sucking viciously at her skin, tearing at her limbs. She curled up into a ball, trying to protect herself from the power she wielded, but it continued to pull at her. The force of it screaming through her mind incessantly - everything had a price - and this ancient magic was threatening to rip her apart. Grimacing and gritting her teeth, Zelda muttered a protection spell under her breath but both spells collided and became entangled. She was tossed and turned, her body bruised and scratched from forces she could not see. Her blood ran red, flesh currency, payment for the energy she conjured. The spells became confused and the pain was too much. Zelda felt fear like ice moving through her veins and she wondered if wanting to learn more about Lilith was going to kill her...and then she lost consciousness.

When she awoke, Zelda gasped from the pain. Her entire body was on fire, aching from the bruises dotted along her flesh, the scratches oozing thin rivulets of blood, her hair a tangled mass on her head and somehow, her lip was split and bleeding. She looked like she'd been in a fist fight with someone wearing a brass knuckle. When she tried to stand, she fell again and realized her ankle was broken, with a gargled cry she sat back down heavily. The price she paid for this magic was steep but at least she was alive. Looking around her, she found herself on a grassy knoll next to a large oak tree with a barren field stretching out in front of her. There were no buildings, roads, or any indication that the Industrial Revolution had occurred; she realized there weren't even any dirt roads suggesting that she was one of the only humans on this Earth.

Zelda crawled over to the shade of the oak tree and hid herself within its shadow, trying to decide what to do next. Naked, wounded, and broken, she didn't know where she was or even if she'd successfully traveled back to Lilith's creation. Having no frame of reference, she had no idea what to expect - should the oak tree be fully grown? Should there be animals? Bugs? Dinosaurs? Her head spun. Leaning back against the oak tree, Zelda wondered how she was going to muster up the energy to return to Modern Greendale...and would she have to return having not learned anything?

Her mind wandered to her escapades in the bedroom and she idly wondered what sort of pull Lilith held for her. The woman had caused nothing but grief since she arrived; it was unclear where the real Ms. Wardwell was, Zelda assumed Lilith had murdered her in order to possess her flesh suit; Sabrina had become nearly impossible to control ever since Lilith had come onto the scene, frustrating her aunt with her inability to follow any adult-given direction; and Hilda had gone off to find herself a man who, despite being an incubus, loved her. Zelda Spellman was alone in the world and maybe that was why when she looked into Lilith's piercing blue eyes, it felt....important. The High Priestess was here, somewhere in Time, seeking answers. Who is this woman, being, presence? Could she be trusted? Was the Dawn of Doom in Greendale, in Zelda's life, to destroy it?

A twig cracked to her left and Zelda's head swung in that direction, she saw a beautiful woman with long, flowing chestnut hair walking alongside a tall chiseled man with two large scars on his shoulder blades. The High Priestess stifled a gasp as she recognized Lucifer and realized she hadn't gone as far back in Time as she had hoped to. Luckily, with time travelling magic, the pair weren't able to see her but if she made a noise, they would hear it.

She watched as the pair walked passed the tree and realized that Lucifer was holding tight to Lilith's wrist and she was crying, tears slowly dripping down her cheeks, "Please Dark Lord, destroy it...."