Mastim's Curse

Lilith walked the Earth for the first time in a thousand years. Her long black hair draped thickly over her shoulders. Dark eyes and full lips set off a face unmarred and perfect. Men and women alike turned to watch her pass. So much had changed since her last visit, yet so much remained the same. The tall buildings and speeding automobiles did little to affect basic human nature and desires. She had waited so long for this night. Millions of years have passed since Lilith had left Eden in a desperate flight for freedom. However, her freedom didn't come without a price. God, full of thunder and brimstone, had cursed her for disobeying him so that all her offspring were tainted spirits with darkness in place of souls. They were called demons by most. A name she hated.

It's a curse she learned to live with. Though they are creatures of the dark, she loved her children all the same. Still, she yearned for a child equal to herself, perhaps even more than she was. There was a way. God himself had given her the idea, although that was not his intent. He had forbidden Prince Mastema, one of the strongest spirits, from taking her as his wife. She wasn't surprised that the Prince wanted her. Lilith was the original woman, undiminished by the limitations placed on Adam and his mortal descendants.

Mastema had taken other wives and the command was weaker on his descendants. With each generation the barrier was weaker. Now it was weak enough for her to overcome, at least for a short time. One night was all she needed, and she had found one of his descendants that sill had the power of the Nephilim in his blood, although most of it lay dormant. Lilith's heart beat with excitement and hope as she walked through the door and into the party celebrating the recent victory of Mr. Tony Mastim. She could feel the power deep inside him. Their child would do amazing things, things unforetold, and unheard off.

This is the story of that child.