I always asked myself, Why me? Why was I chosen? Chosen to fight - chosen for the sake of warfare. Chosen to die at the hand of one of my own; taken away from everything I knew. Because I held power others wanted, and couldn't have. So instead, they used me.
At first I saw glory in what I did, when I first killed someone. I let out the beast within, dark wings took shape. They folded around my shoulders gently, caressing my white skin. Black against white, blinding contrast. Raven feathers on bare skin.
The angel of war had awakened. The angel of death has returned. Lilith, slumbering deep within me, had taken over.
That was whom I was. I was the Awakened. I was the Chosen. The rest of the world slept, though they did not see it. They dreamed - their entire life was a dream. They did not wish to see where they really were, so they dreamed. They did not wish to see the dark sky, gray with the foreboding of the Apocalypse. The time when all the Awakened gathered, and descended upon mankind - raging, murdering, taking revenge for all those who had Fallen. Like them.
The world we lived in was dark, humans had infested every nook and cranny to be found. Bleary cement covered streets, black skyscrapers tearing up the dark gray fabric of the firmament. The air smelled only of fumes, it poisoned the lungs and bloodstreams of those who lived in those cities of millions. The air itself had turned gray, it reeked of blood, of fumes. It was filled with the screams of terror of those who were the Prey, when the Hunters came.
Gunshots could be heard from everywhere - it was easy, though illegal, to purchase weapons, no matter what age. Often did I see twelve- year-olds carry a gun under their coats, pulling them out from their hiding places out of the blue, shooting people at random. Then they shot themselves, too tired and weary to continue a miserable life they had lived.
It simply called for the Apocalypse. The world had turned so dark, so . . . sad. Sorrow filled the hearts of those who were called Prey, merciless brutality shone in the eyes of the Hunters. It was either kill or be killed. And those who failed, ended up dead.
"Angel Lilith, Awaken to free us . . . With your hordes of rising demons, with your fallen angels free us. Tear us apart . . . Take us away . . . Bring us release, spill our blood freely. Feast upon our weak mortal souls . . . But free us . . ."

And Lilith was I.