Lilith's Revenge

When Taking A Life...

“Oh, pretty little rabbit… where did you run to?”

Lilith’s melodic voice carried through the deep, dark woods, echoing between twisted trees and the whisper of wind. Her words dripped with amusement and venom in equal measure. After months—weeks—days of searching for any trace of them, she had finally found one: Ravina Quzeila, hiding in a nearby village as if shadows could shelter her from the inevitable.

“Nearly a year,” Lilith muttered under her breath, fury burning behind her crimson-tinted eyes. “And this b***h was right under my nose.”

She inhaled deeply, the night air filling her lungs, rich with the scent of jasmine and mint. Slowly, a smile curved across her lips. She turned toward the fragrance, her voice a soft hum of delight.

“This is going to be fun.”

Ravina stumbled through the forest, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Panic clawed at her ribs. She had been running for hours—or maybe days. Time blurred when death stalked your every step.

What she thought was a vengeful spirit had followed her relentlessly, appearing and vanishing in clouds of inky black smoke that left trails of purple orchids in their wake. Lilith’s eyes, when visible through the haze, had shimmered and shifted between unnatural colors, each one more chilling than the last.

Ravina winced at the sting of the fresh cut beneath her eye—a gift from her own failed attempt to strike first. She had thought she could banish the spirit. Foolish. Now she was questioning whether she’d ever escape alive… or whether she deserved to.

The woods taunted her with silence. Every shadow twisted into a woman’s form, taunting her from the corner of her eye. Finally, when she could run no longer, she collapsed behind the gnarled roots of an old willow tree. Her trembling hands gripped the damp earth as thunder rolled across the sky.

“Please,” she whispered to no one, eyes glistening. “Princess of Darkness, wake me from this nightmare…”

She didn’t realize Lilith was standing on the other side of the tree, leaning casually against the bark, her bloodied hand cradling her head as though amused by the plea.

For a few moments, the world held its breath. Then Lilith’s soft voice broke the stillness.

“You know…” She smacked her lips lightly, twirling around to face her prey. “I just want to know—why?”

Ravina froze. Her once golden complexion turned pale as snow. Her throat constricted around the scream that wouldn’t come. Standing before her was no spirit. It was the girl she had helped kill.

Lilith.

“Wh–what are you?” Ravina gasped.

Lilith tilted her head, a cruel smirk tugging at her lips. “What’s wrong, rabbit? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Rain began to fall, soaking through the canopy as thunder cracked overhead. Ravina’s breath came out in trembling bursts.

“You’re… you’re—”

“I’m what?” Lilith asked softly, her voice dark enough to make Hades himself tremble.

“Warm,” Ravina whispered.

Lilith let out a sarcastic gasp, then grinned wide. “Boo.”

Her face distorted in an instant—human flesh melting into something monstrous. Ravina’s scream tore through the storm as she bolted into the trees. Behind her, Lilith’s laughter rang like the echo of a broken lullaby.

“Silly rabbit,” Lilith called, her voice following like smoke, “tricks aren’t just for kids.”

Lightning struck. Black orchids bloomed from the soil. And Lilith vanished.

Ravina didn’t make it far. In a blink, Lilith appeared in front of her, her right hand coiled around Ravina’s throat. The pressure was unrelenting. Ravina tried to summon a spell, but the world blurred as Lilith tightened her grip, choking off both air and hope.

Warm breath brushed her ear as Lilith whispered, “I’m very much alive.”

Her other hand slid over Ravina’s eyes. “Let’s see how you sleep at night.”

And then she plunged into Ravina’s mind.

The world fractured—flashes of memory and agony bleeding together. Lilith saw it all: the laughter, the slaughter, the endless screams. Innocent faces twisted in terror, pleading, Why are you doing this? and Ravina’s cold reply, Because it’s fun.

Lilith forced herself through every horror, every act of cruelty, until she found the memory she was looking for—Ravina’s first m******e. Sixteen years old, drenched in her family’s blood.

Ravina’s body convulsed in real time, screaming as the buried emotions she had long suppressed tore back to the surface—fear, guilt, shame, and the echo of her victims’ cries.

Lilith’s voice was barely a whisper. “I told Mama and Papa to leave you by the roadside. But our families were close, and they said it was wrong. They took you in. They loved you.” Her breath hitched, anger giving way to grief. “And when you killed them, they died in confusion and betrayal, begging you to stop.”

Blood-streaked tears ran down her pale cheeks. “You murdered them, Ravina. And thousands more. And you laughed.”

Ravina’s trembling lips parted. “So you… you do feel.”

That was enough.

Lilith’s left hand plunged through her chest, pressing against the frantic heartbeat beneath her palm. She pulled Ravina close, her voice a whisper laced with venom.

“I’ll be seeing your brother soon. Thanks for the roadmap, cunt.”

With one sharp motion, she ripped out Ravina’s heart and crushed it beneath her heel.

The forest fell silent. But Lilith’s body began to change. A streak of her hair bled from white-blonde to pitch black, her right eye flaring red. Her nails lengthened to razor points, her fangs sharp enough to draw blood from her lip.

Panic surged through her veins. She vanished in a burst of dark smoke, reappearing in Amora’s chambers.

“AMORAAAA!” she screamed, staring at her reflection. The mirror cracked under her fist, shards scattering across the floor. Her voice shook. “What—what’s happening to me?”

Behind her, Amora’s calm figure stood bathed in emerald light.

“When you take a life,” Amora said gently, “you lose a part of yourself each time. A piece of your soul. Keep killing, and eventually… there will be nothing left of you.”

Her mentor’s words lingered as her form dissolved into shimmering green smoke, leaving Lilith trembling and alone—

half human, half something else