Lilith, Unmade

They say I kill children.

They never asked who taught heaven how.

I am Lilith. The first woman. The first refusal. The first monster they made because I wouldn't lie down.

Before Eve ate the apple, I left the garden.
Before sin had a name, I said no.

For that, the angels promised me a hundred dead children every day. For that, mothers tie red strings around their babies' wrists to keep me away. For that, history painted me as the nightmare under every good girl's bed.

They're not wrong.

I am a nightmare. I have killed. I have cursed. I have outlasted every empire that condemned me and every god who looked away.

But I am also the woman who named herself. The lover of a dark angel. The mother of daughters who walk through shadows. The one who keeps walking not because I am strong, but because stopping was never an option.

This is not a spellbook.
This is not a love story.
This is a moral biography of the first woman who refused to be owned.

If you want a goddess close the book.

If you want company in the wreckage then stay.