Rows of foliage, and columns of vegetation.
From ruby red roses, amethyst purple orchids, sapphire hyacinths and pearl white lilies to hessonite daffodils, and rose quartz peonies.
Surrounded by lime green leaves and oak brown trunks, willow veins hang—draping to the ground. Coconut trees sprout and palm trees reach for the sky.
Her mind was carefree and at rest.
Amongst the variety, the sea of flowers, between the saplings and shrubbery...aquamarine waters dazzle. Shimmering in the light of day.
Four streams. Traveling beyond the diamond walls that fenced and entrapped the garden.
Her midnight black hair flowed behind her as if a river of tar...
Leaves of yellow, red, and orange fluttered to the ground like blazing fire—her bare feet entwined with the soft moss-green grass and, occasionally, a satisfying leaf crunch.
"Lilith!"
She heard her name. Stopping her in her tracks.
"Where are you?"
The commanding voice of her lover yelled.
She turned around and retraced her steps—wandering the labyrinth of hazel bark and wilting leaves—disappointment gripping her heart and anger trapped her lungs!
"Adam, my love, what seems to be the issue?"
Lilith smiled softly; trying, failing to keep the venom out of her words...
"Why haven't you brought me food yet?"
The red-haired, semi-muscular man growled. He folded his arms, his face crunched with anger...in the liquid light, he looked paler, deathly.
"Coming right up, darling"
She gritted her teeth, glaring. Her ice blue eyes pierce his hazel ones...
Re-entering the maze that was the Garden of Eden; wandering about, looking, searching.
Reality distorted. Three pairs of wings, colored silver, blending into the sea of clouds—spanning the length of the sky. With every mighty flap, leaves discarded and animals embarked.
She tilted her head skywards.
The figure, with his exposed umber skin and columbia blue waves of hair, a whip of liquid light at his waist.
"Lilith," He began. A smooth velvety tone, yet strong as a typhoon.
"Greetings, Sammael," The dark skinned woman lowered her head into a slight bow.
"Whatever has soured your mood?" The Guardian of the Eastern Gates folded his wings, shattering the illusion.
His feet reluctantly touching the grass, uncomfortable with the blades under his feet—his nose lightly scrunched in disgust.
"I am honored for your concern but do not worry about me" She offered a slight smile, although the mirth had not reached those cold blue eyes of hers.
"Daughter of Heaven," The Archangel sighed heavily, as he walked by her side. Allowing her to lead him.
"Please, in your presence, I am simply Sam."
"Mhm, as you say so."
Lilith lightly hummed. Bending over slightly, grasping at the olive green bush. An assortment of blue, rasp and black within her hand—plucking gently from the plant.
Sammael watched. His storm gray eyes softened.
He mindlessly wiggled his toes in the blades of grass beneath him, clearly not used to the sensation yet.
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Historical Fiction𝚄𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜: Book 1 You know her as Lilith: the first wife of Adam, mother of all demons, and bride of Lucifer. You say it's a man's world, but she disagrees. This is her story! Her story of how she was cast aside; thrown o...
