And so it was written: love is toil, and relationships a crucible for the soul. Yet Lilith, with her heart marked by fire, sought not the simple or the safe but the shattered. She was drawn to the cursed and the damned, as though her fate was bound to theirs. In the shadows of Hell's Kitchen, she fled the gleaming towers of her fabricated life, hoping to bury her demons beneath the city's filth. But what is buried will rise again. Old flames smoldered into ruinous fires, and long-dead ties clawed their way back, specters of her failures.
When Lilith met Matt Murdock and Foggy Nelson once more, she found not solace but reckoning. In their faces, she saw the echoes of who she might have been and the weight of all she had forsaken. Her fight was not for redemption but survival. Among the smoke and the wreckage, Lilith's every step was a hallelujah-a mournful, defiant cry to a heaven that had long since turned its face away.
"𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘰𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳."
- 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘫𝘦𝘧𝘧 𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 1993
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a story in which Danielle and Matthew struggle as strangers, enemies, friends, and as lovers, to fight against the plague of crime in their city - and against themselves.
{this story was previously completed, but is being fully rewritten. I try to update more frequently in the summer months}
thank you for the support on the previously completed version, and the characters remain the same despite the changes.