• Lilith's p.o.v

    I walked with a cat-like grace down the long narrow passage way, as the sound of my high heel
    -ed boots echoed all around me. The passage was dark, but did very little to bother me, although it made me feel so small, and insignificant. I felt an unknown nausea twisting in my stomach, something that I hoped would go away. I raised my white gloved hand and stared at my flat palm, which was smeared in blood. This was the blood of the man, whose life I had just taken, but not just any man. Professor Hojo, the one responsible for other's misfortunes, the man who brought so much misery upon the world, who drove his own son to the brink of insanity, and of course the man who gave me my own name, the very name which I go by now...
    Lilith.....

    The man who was also my father....

    He was a man whom many others hated and despised, and just like his son, my half-brother, Sephiroth, also hated, of course before they all loved Sephiroth. And now I as Hojo's daughter share the same fate as them. To be forever hated, and unloved, not just because of who my father is, but also for my mother, Miriam Anatolio. She was a beautiful woman, with pure intentions, who always wanted children. How odd it is that a monster like my father, and a saint like my mother, gave birth to someone like me. Before my mother took her last few breaths, she revealed to me the truth about my name, that she did not choose that name for me, but my father did. I was an unwanted child, and much like Lilith, the witch whom was the first wife of Adam, was banished from the heavenly paradise, My name itself feels like a curse, and feels heavy. I feel the weight of it pressing itself on my shoulders, like a burden that I'll have to bear, and suffer for the rest of my living days. In Deepground that is what I am known as; Lilith the Silver or better yet Lilith the Witch. The first wife of Adam refused to submit to any man, and for that she was doomed, just like I am.
    My own existence is a curse, my father branded me with this shameful name merely because he said that I will be unloved, and that the only way I'll be loved is for my body and nothing else, those were the last words he had said to me before he died. Yes, I am not worth loving, because I am a disgusting monster, a witch, a demon, an abomination...Amidst my musings I remembered Shelke was waiting for me along with the other DG soldiers, so I quickened my pace, so I wouldn't keep them waiting. Along the way I murmured softly to myself:

    "What's in a name...? For any name which any rose would smell as sweet..."

    Yes, I am a woman who renounces her name from this day forth. I am the nameless Witch. I am a woman with no name at all. The witch who will from this day forth be despised, like her Father, and her Brother, who's saintly sweet Mother shall weep for her own cursed and unloved Daughter...

    Don't cry my dear gentle Mother, don't mourn the loss of your Precious Gift my beloved Adam...my Dark Angel who is looked after by the loving Holy Goddess herself, who granted you this Gift which You failed to protect from corruption...