"Bodies, bodies; Seas of the dead. Pay them no heed. Keep your head.

A bloodied hand Gives no heed; A friend, a foe, Is all it does need.

Older than the Thickest Tree, The killer's way Will always be."

Emerald eyes blazed underneath silk auburn hair, as the lady in dark sloshed the goblet of rich wine impatiently.
Her ire began to return as some of the red liquid escaped her golden, embroidered goblet and sprawled upon the crimson flooring.
The iron frame creaked as the door was opened, followed by a demon of no particular use. He bowed low, showing the dead, grey of his head where human skin once kept appearance. The lady watched as the dying skin flaked and cracked, but never peeled, as it was opt to do within the mortal realms.
The demon kept low, the last few strands of what was once a man's head of hair swaying in front of the hollow eye sockets, the dried blood a dull hue in the dim light.
Nodding once, the lady dismissed the wretched creature, wishing to slay it. The goblet allowed a droplet of wine to drop, but the lady caught it afore it reached its destination. Watching the drop of crimson mind poison loll between her slender fingers, her eyes burned with an intensity that burned through flesh.
"Mistress. I am no mistress!" Her voice, tense and angered, echoed through her lair, yet not losing its angelic note. "Never has the Lady of the Dark Moon crawled upon hands and knees to her master! The Enchantress of the Fell Mountain bows to no demon, man, or soul!" Shutting emerald eyes slowly, her mind swept. "Verily, I have no business here."
The goblet gleamed once as it was met with an inferno, still within the lady's grasp. The wine bubbled, then sunk away as meaningless smoke. Allowing ashes to pass through her fingers, the Enchantress swept across the flooring to the iron bars of her chamber, crimson robes dancing with her movements.
"I am no mere mistress of the flame."
The bars fell under her spell, the flames- never-ending- sweeping down to meet the Gates. Gracefully striding through ash and dust- feet naked- the lady let fly another inferno, cutting way through the masses of demons.
They marched onwards, the languid forms; never knowing where; never knowing why.dying, yet dead, and bleeding, though holding no blood beneath their rotting flesh- the laity of Hell. Eyes gone, they trudged; blinded, deaf, and speechless, ever towards their leader, their saint, their master- Lucifer.
Some withered and screeched in inhuman echoes as the flames crept through their empty chests, and sending their black, blood-like essence spilling across the others' paths. But they paid them no heed.
Nor did the lady as she flew through them, the Gates ever reaching out to her, calling her by name; the Lady Lilith, she who the demons and angels fought for- she who had hurt and would hurt to gain her wish. She did not blink as the gates flew upon, but no other splendor beckoned her; the land beyond appeared as lifeless and dead as what lay behind her, yet she knew better. Illusions have no effect upon the Enchanter.
Soaring past the twin black Gates, a dark mist swirled ahead, as a shape began to form in its midst.
"Milord Regent, lay my path and give me no harm."
The form shut its eyes as she spoke, its great, bull-like head bent as it towered above her. "Lady, thy wishes art to be kept to thyself, for thine own safety."
"Stray from my path or feel the pain worthy of the Violet Cloaked."
The Regent of the Northern Land bowed low at the threat of tending to the Lost's wishes, and remained. "Thy wish, milady, is folly."
"Stay your tongue or I shall relieve it from you, Regent. Turn your hide and tell the swine Lucifer to seek me himself if he wishes my presence."
Mist penetrated the doorway once more, and the Regent was gone.
The lady calmly strode ahead, towards the dancing candlelight as it lit the stairway upwards.

No demon could take form within the mortal realm, so long as it keeps attached to the spectral plain. To take form for any lapse of time does not occur without consequence, as energy is drained, and the demon must return to the Land of the Dead once more.
But the Lady Lilith was no demon; she wore the riches of many lives, and carried the Blood of Leviathan within a pendant, as to keep form in the realm of the living for however long she pleased.
"I shall take Heaven and Hell into my hand, and merge them as one- forever binding the souls of the dead and the living in eternal loop!"
The lady stood in the spectral plain as shadows crawled over warped obstacle and twisted structure. A shadow stumbled too far into the path of a blood-red streak, and soon, a wailing from beyond the grave could be heard as another Lost One entered into the Land of the Dead.
The death of another human bothered not the Enchantress of the Fell Mountain, as she stole its place in the mortal realm.

Stars danced along the velvet Sky, and ignorant souls passed by miles away.
Lady Lilith stood, now without clothing, taking in the realm of the living.
Colours only so vivid shone and glittered in the streets, seeming dim and unimpressive in comparison to the colours of the dead and immortal. A young woman strode past the alleyway, oblivious to the lady with emerald eyes and crimson hair.
And oblivious she remained, 'til she entered the black Gates with the dead.

If any demon could wish to dream, their thoughts would be simple; gain Heaven, gain Hell, and leave the loop of the dead. Become a God, itself, and destroy those who have destroyed thee- verily, it would be so.
As it was with the Lady of the Dark Moon. Though never seeing Death, nor feeling his icy grip upon her heart and soul, she understood his essence; slay or be slayed. A God- even one so mighty as Death, of whom Lucifer had given special significance to- can be hunted just as any mortal, though to be met with an ending to their story transcends a mortal's boundries. It merely takes Time- Time of the Gods.
Some have tried, many have failed; a Reaver is needed- the Spectral Sword of the demons and angels.
Angels were once as demons; blinded by faith and lust, demanding more for their misery and sanctuary for their pain. Heaven was as Hell was, then; then, it was all well, and no demon nor angel would attempt what is unforgivable. That- an unforgivable act- is how a God meets an ending.
A flux was created by that of nature and soulless Losts who demanded to be reborn, for only the strong-willed and remorseless could steal a life from the living. And they were not many.
The flux destroyed many, and obliterated the immortal; the First Wave ascended to the Heavens, whilst those in Hell felt the air tremble and swell. The Second Wave descended, and stole away demons and minions of Lucifer, as he stood above it, protecting his children of the grave. The Third Wave merged both plains as one, and the Heavens and Hell shook and began to crumble into itself, whilst the Earth was enveloped in chaos. Humans described this as an era which had destroyed the Earth's previous inhabitants- the large reptilian beasts who fed off each other in such a manor as the human does.
Lucifer relieved his children from the flux, and enslaved them- kept them blind so they could not dream of more outside their Hellish shell. Michael, the Guardian of Heaven, came to him then, and saw the torture of the dead, and fled to Heaven to inform his Lord. Lord cared not for how Lucifer treated his children, but knew it was not right; so he created a plain that ascended the realm of the living, and deemed it worthy of the Found, whereas the Lost swept through the Spectral Plain, denying their deaths and cursing the Gods, or trudged through Hell, until they saw their essence and became Found.
None held love for the other.

The Lady Lilith became mortal then, and was no longer one of the Demon Goddesses, but human, in a sense. Leviathan's Blood rested against her chest- a constant reassurance to not become lost in the lands of the ignorant and self-righteous.
She would need to smite a human to feed off its blood every night, should she wish to remain in her right form.
She cared not.
Some are born to die- to fall into the endless pit of dark despair and immortal demons from within. Some know this, and some fall before it- withering and twisting in terror of their Time, until Lord Death reaches out and enslaves them under his rule. Then they begin their descent.
Some believe that Death is a humourous matter. How when one is rushed out to meet him, they feel invincible; more alive than ever before.
And then it's over.
Some wonder what it is like; an eternal descent, down to the bowels of the Universe, and past all that is loved? They question the pain- whether it is searing, tearing, or a bit of a stab.
None can imagine it; none have truly seen it.
Lilith would overcome the black Gates, and corrupt the golden Gates of Heaven; it was her wont, and all was at her grasp.
She would need to die a mortal's death, and ascend to Heaven, where she had been banished.
So be it.

The street lead to a dead end of endless buildings, and Lilith made her way to the steps of the prison. Upon entering, shadows cris-crossed her vision, dancing in the dim light, then madly being flung as an inferno consumed the hallways.
The Enchantress was never a mere mortal.
A man, wielding a handgun of some sort, flew at her, screaming in rage. A burst of flames sent him to the floor, withering and howling with agony. But not before the bullet escaped his weapon, and bit into the lady's smooth flesh, and through her heart.
And so, in the loop of Life and Death, Lady Lilith flew through the golden Gates, as any murdered soul could.

Shades, colours, and textures not of human mind decorated the lands of Heaven, as the Found Angels went this way and that, blindly believing in their free will. An Archangel would pass, and question the lady as she made her way to the Western Regency of the Celestial Plains; the home of Leviathan.
None would see through her mask, for it shone just as the others, for the Blood of Leviathan was gifted with the immortal blessing of Heaven's promise.
The essence of an incredible promise of power threatened her innocence as her craving reached out, ever longing the sweet, bitter, taste of the soul of a God.
She would create the Forth Wave- the flux- the Ultimate Chaos- would sweep through both lands of Heaven and Hell, obliterating all and creating chaos as it went. She would be the hero of chaos.
A Sea- great, wide, and truly never-ending- lay before her, and to the right, many mountains of the Northern Regency, home of Belial- the dragon of fire. He who had bestowed the gift of the flame upon her many hundreds of years afore.
It mattered not.
As the possessor of the Water God's blood, the meagre challenge of the Sea compared not to the devastation of fire and mountain, desert and hill, jungle and rain. Verily, all else meant naught to her.
Without any doubts to befall her, she glided above the surface of the clear Sea.

As the Sea-side shallowed, fire and rock met with it, as the two Regencies met; yet no smoke arose. The flux hid between the two plains, trapped in an emerald of fire, ice, water, and stone. The Lady of the Dark Moon would capture it, and be its only possessor.
She felt the hunger, the lust, inside of her- within her soul, it cried out to be let free, and clasp the Emerald of Twilight in her able hands.
Feeling the mask crack, she escaped her human prison, and became the Lady of the Dark Moon- the Enchantress of the Fell Mountain- once more.
"Flame be my ally; it hath no other than my love, my dearest, my essence. Verily, I am yours, and you are mine, inferno of the depths."
Flames and fire pillared through the crust below, sending the land down, far below the reaches of salvation.
And the Ultimate Chaos reawoke, though not caused by the blind nor ignorant.
A wave like no other spread through the land, and the once immortal became less than so.
Verily, it was chaos.

Wave upon wave unleashed the misery in the lands of salvation, as immortals fell like those of human flesh and bones. Cries and sounds of a hopeless battle against an invisible enemy were heard through-out the torn haven, bringing fear to both Michael and his Lord's hearts.
And thus, under such circumstances, the Lord and Lucifer met in limbo.

The Lord looked upon his ancient enemy, dismay clear upon his ageless face. "It is a sin to have to meet as such."
Lucifer sneered as his great, torn wings spread wide. "It is all a sin. None of my children have unleashed the flux."
"My Angels are as content as ever. They live within my mercy, and by it."
"Content, or blinded by light?" Lucifer spat out words of poison as the Lord seemed to care not.
"We are not here to quarrel. We are here to save our havens."
"Haven?" Lucifer's fire spread along his frame, outlining the stretches of anger on his face. "I have no haven! I was banished and put to a God's Death! Befriending the Demon God Death was of little choice of mine!"
"You're actions were never justified."
"What does justification have to do with fairity?"
Lord turned away, worry etching itself in his eyes. "Spare me quarrel. Aid me and my people, or yours shall fall as well."
Disgruntled, yet accepting, Lucifer paused in thought. "You at least admit weakness. I.cannot do as such. However, I shall help you." Hesitating, he crossed his large arms.
"I have never known Satan to hesitate."
"I prefer Lucifer. He seems to know himself."
"Yes, it would seem so."
Silence ripped through them as the wave tore through the Heavens and Hell.
".The Lady Lilith left my realm."
The Lord glanced up at him, disdain in his eyes. ".I know. It is her, is it not?"
".Yes. Verily."
"Then how to stop her?"
Lucifer's scowl quirked as a smirk attempted to free itself. "She wishes for power. We cannot stop her.she possesses the Blood of Leviathan, and also the Emerald. Death.Lord Death. He shall visit her, or she to him. Whatever the case, one cannot simply slay Death."
The Lord glanced at his blood-red Sky, deep grief held in his gaze. ".It has never occurred. But try it.we shall."

The Lady of the Dark Moon felt the Emerald of Twilight burn itself within her palm, but cared not. A light so bright, yet dark, blinded the angels and demons of both realms, as the fires reached out and engulfed them, one by one.
She felt their pain as they fell to ashes, though their essence stayed with her, making her stronger with every death.
Then a sudden shadow appeared, as every light seemed to dim, and the Emerald began to quake. She felt the flux weaken at the dark touch, yet remained unharmed and undaunted.
And then she knew the shadow.the figure in eternal black; Lord Death had come.

He felt the surge, and fought with it as he passed through, taking immortal lives along his side.
The figure spoke not as he come into view of the possessor, and he reached out to the Emerald, longing for its power.
Though he was not unnoticed.
Lady Lilith saw the darkness, and knew the touch; it did not cause her fear. The Emerald had become one with her essence, and they could not be separated; it was destined to her.
Death approached, his long arm outstretched- grasping at threads only too far. The lady let the forces of the Emerald flow free, feeling it scorch the lands as it aimed for the shadow as an arrow would.
Death felt the arrow of a darker light penetrate his shroud, but cared not.until he felt it enter his heart, and soar through. His essence escaped the confines of his body as darkness settled over all lands, drowning souls.
The lust for power gaining ground, the Lady Lilith dulled the Emerald, then held up a bit of Lord Death's essence, as his strength was slowly lost, a painful howling escaping through his shroud.
Watching the tar-like liquid in her palm, the lady put it to her lips, and felt the power flood through her. Death watched as he was overcome, and as the Emerald shattered in an array of colours never seen in Heaven nor Hell.
The last vision that met his eyes was the Lady of the Dark Moon, blackness radiating from her form, crying out her name.
"I am the Angel of Death!"

The flux ended, and the Last Wave subsided, as all waves are opt to do.
Life was restored by Raphael, where it could be; the caring hands healing angel and archangel alike, yet never going near the demons.
Heaven and Hell soon restored themselves, and the Lord and Lucifer were once again in malcontent.
But the Lady Lilith cared not.
She sat in a castle of darkness, neither in Heaven or Hell, forever in eternal limbo. Verily, she was the Angel of Death, for the Lord Death still remained, albeit weakened beyond ability or skill.
The Lady of the Dark Moon- the Enchantress of the Fell Mountain.Lady Lilith, the Angel of Death, was content with the power of a God, yet the light of a Demon Goddess. Immortality strode with her every step, and riches and spoils followed her every step; though she had not yet gained Heaven or Hell.
"That", she mused as the blood-red wine shone in the dark gold goblet, "Shall be for another Time."