Post by Lilith Braeden on Aug 16, 2015 23:22:38 GMT -5
She sat on a bench, her dark clock wrapped around her. It was late or early, depending on how one looked at. The night called to her, it was her time. The stores all in a pretty row, closed and locked up tight. Her red hair was coiled in a bun at the base of her head. No one would see it, her hood covered her hair and her milk white face. A handful of street lamps were lit, the only light beside the flicker of her lighter as she smoked cigarette after cigarette. She had little else to do. There were other places she could go. Places to drink and dance, but not tonight. Tonight, the young girl sitting alone on the bench craved the peace and solitude the empty Alley offered.
Snuffing out one, she pulled the pack from her robe pocket, lit another one. Smoke rolled in the air gracefully, blown from lips as red as her hair. She thought of her name, her life, her job, and her destiny. A person's name held great power. The first glimmer of knowledge about a person. Her name, in particular, rang true. Born of night from the dark valley. Lilith Braeden. It described her perfectly. The dark stain on her soul, her heart. She held it, cherished it, drew her power from it. She was stronger at night, in the dark. The Braeden line had been around for centuries, though few had ever heard of it.
She had hated the orphanage. Not the workers, but the children. The workers had been half way decent to her. It was the children she loathed. No manners, the lot of them. Though, she supposed, it was difficult to teach manners to apes. Lilith had always been a pretty girl and many had tried to adopt her. A bad temper caused her to lash out and she was always returned. She preferred this, choosing too be alone. The children always teased her because of this. Perhaps, later on she would burn it down.
Her father had come for her, shortly after her 17th birthday, after the glamours and spells broke that her nameless mother had placed on her before the woman dumped her at the orphanage. He had taught her, given her power. He often beat her, if she didn't pick up something quickly. She was grateful for it. The beatings made her tougher, stronger. Though, he was getting older and was quickly losing his usefulness. He would not be long for this world the next time she saw him.
The perfect job had been offered to her and she couldn't turn it down. Lilith had no need for a job, she could have lived off her family money. But people who had no job and seemingly did nothing all day were often looked upon with suspicion and she could little afford that. So, she took the offered job of curse breaker. Besides, it allowed her to travel the world, on the goblins money, to cause her own brand fun.
Her destiny was for greatness. Soon the world would know her name and whisper it with fear. Soon. The waiting killed her, but it had to be done. She needed more people for her cause. Strengh was on her side, but Lilith couldn't be everywhere at onc. It shouldn't be hard, though. People were drawn to her, they almost couldn't help it. She was born with an unworldly and unnatural charm. It was possible to fight it, but most didn't. Only the strongest of will would stop them from being sucked into her web if she wanted.
Her thoughts drifted to and fro, little moments in her life that molded her, smiling and smoking.
Snuffing out one, she pulled the pack from her robe pocket, lit another one. Smoke rolled in the air gracefully, blown from lips as red as her hair. She thought of her name, her life, her job, and her destiny. A person's name held great power. The first glimmer of knowledge about a person. Her name, in particular, rang true. Born of night from the dark valley. Lilith Braeden. It described her perfectly. The dark stain on her soul, her heart. She held it, cherished it, drew her power from it. She was stronger at night, in the dark. The Braeden line had been around for centuries, though few had ever heard of it.
She had hated the orphanage. Not the workers, but the children. The workers had been half way decent to her. It was the children she loathed. No manners, the lot of them. Though, she supposed, it was difficult to teach manners to apes. Lilith had always been a pretty girl and many had tried to adopt her. A bad temper caused her to lash out and she was always returned. She preferred this, choosing too be alone. The children always teased her because of this. Perhaps, later on she would burn it down.
Her father had come for her, shortly after her 17th birthday, after the glamours and spells broke that her nameless mother had placed on her before the woman dumped her at the orphanage. He had taught her, given her power. He often beat her, if she didn't pick up something quickly. She was grateful for it. The beatings made her tougher, stronger. Though, he was getting older and was quickly losing his usefulness. He would not be long for this world the next time she saw him.
The perfect job had been offered to her and she couldn't turn it down. Lilith had no need for a job, she could have lived off her family money. But people who had no job and seemingly did nothing all day were often looked upon with suspicion and she could little afford that. So, she took the offered job of curse breaker. Besides, it allowed her to travel the world, on the goblins money, to cause her own brand fun.
Her destiny was for greatness. Soon the world would know her name and whisper it with fear. Soon. The waiting killed her, but it had to be done. She needed more people for her cause. Strengh was on her side, but Lilith couldn't be everywhere at onc. It shouldn't be hard, though. People were drawn to her, they almost couldn't help it. She was born with an unworldly and unnatural charm. It was possible to fight it, but most didn't. Only the strongest of will would stop them from being sucked into her web if she wanted.
Her thoughts drifted to and fro, little moments in her life that molded her, smiling and smoking.