With a stroke of her hand, I felt the painful burden of Yahweh’s wings burn away, and I was reborn in shadow. My own hands turned black and became stained with death as she shrouded me in night, crowning me her Reaper of Nightmares. I felt the darkness thrum through me and had never felt more complete or alive. This was who I was and who I had always been meant to be. I was Lilith’s nightmare, and I belonged to her and her alone.
