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cold_dry_pieces) wrote2008-08-30 03:53 pm
cold_dry_pieces) wrote2008-08-30 03:53 pm
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Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit
of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste
brought death into the world and all our woe,
With loss of Eden, till one greater Man
Restore us, and regain the blissful seat...
And yet, Paradise may be wrought upon the earth as now it stands; the ravages of Time, the slow degradations of Age, the void of Death itself-- the bitter gall of that accursèd Fruit-- the strength to overcome them all is within the grasp of Man, even now.
I never doubted myself; and I never doubted her. From the moment she appeared in my mind-- a sublime creation, wrought by man; a triumph to rival the finest of Nature's-- I have known she would come to being beneath my guiding hands just as she came, unbidden, to my mind's eye. And yet, though I gazed upon her face for many months, toiled over every inch of her day and night, though I know every line of her body-- O! softness and sweet attractive grace-- the moment she woke, eyes fluttering open as the long-stilled heart began to pound within her breast, I realized how I had underestimated my creation. The First Woman of a new race, of my invention; my Lilith! Were I not your maker, I would envy your Adam.
And yet, the ache in me has not been quelled, as I prayed it would. Each moment, each sin against God and Nature, each final gasp as they fell beneath my hands, each drop of trembling ichor-- they were all for this moment, all to quiet the screams that echo behind my eyes. I have overcome death, perhaps; and yet, her death I cannot overcome. I have mended broken bodies; I have broken bodies to mend them; and yet, the emptiness in me, I cannot repair. Her beauty will forestall them from naming her a monster; it must; and yet what am I who made her? I do not have it in me to regret what I have done; and Lilith, my Lilith, shall stand as a testament of creation; none know the destruction which brought her forth.
|[ooc: strikes are in this post that they might as well have a neon sign saying READ ME. :D Lilith I hope this is ok given your other plotting. if not i will amend, just gimme a shout. ♥]|
of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste
brought death into the world and all our woe,
With loss of Eden, till one greater Man
Restore us, and regain the blissful seat...
And yet, Paradise may be wrought upon the earth as now it stands; the ravages of Time, the slow degradations of Age, the void of Death itself-- the bitter gall of that accursèd Fruit-- the strength to overcome them all is within the grasp of Man, even now.
I never doubted myself; and I never doubted her. From the moment she appeared in my mind-- a sublime creation, wrought by man; a triumph to rival the finest of Nature's-- I have known she would come to being beneath my guiding hands just as she came, unbidden, to my mind's eye. And yet, though I gazed upon her face for many months, toiled over every inch of her day and night, though I know every line of her body--
|[ooc: strikes are in this post that they might as well have a neon sign saying READ ME. :D Lilith I hope this is ok given your other plotting. if not i will amend, just gimme a shout. ♥]|
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(ooc: It's all ok! I needed somebody to create her XD).
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What novelty could I bring to the world? Thus I believe I could be seen as less than a person and questioned if there isn't a soul in the confines of my shell. You have pieced me as a puzzle and I yet wonder if men are able to find the last part, one your hands cannot sew and grasp nor your keen eyes see. Do I have an immortal soul?
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If any creature has a soul; a question I don't care to contemplate; my creation, I am not the man to ask.You are my triumph, Lilith, and mine alone.Every human life is finite; it may be long or brief; joyous or sorrowful; it may end at Nature's whim or it may be snuffed out swiftly. You are something new, transcendent; immortality made manifest.
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I am ever-lasting, creator? Eternal or is my life transient as everything?
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Have I wrought my own tormentor?Is there a man with no mind at all-- for I mean the capacity for intellect, not the quality thereof. Where would you seat the soul, my daughter? Is it moral?-- do evil men have no souls? Does the soul rest in the heart? The brain? Some tiny gland behind the eyes? I think the fact that you would ask such questions suggests its own answer.You have triumphed over Death once, Lilith; you can, again. You should not fear. Were you damaged, I could repair you, and I would; death will not have you.
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What would happen when you perish? What would be my fate? Would you allow me to bestow the miracle upon your lifeless body as you pieced mine?
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When I die? In time, I am sure you shall learn to repair yourself, to maintain your body if it is broken. As for me...
You'd be accused of raising devils.I do not know if you could. Would you wish to? You will find someone to love you, Lilith. Someone to help care for you, when I am gone; I'm sure of it.no subject
Why would you create me to leave me orphan in this world that could not accept me as you do? Why call my existence a miracle if you don't wish to subject yourself to this process when the time comes?
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Lilith, my lonely child; remember that, because of you, there is a difference between a human and a person. I do not yet know if an unmodified human body can be reanimated-- not yet-- the imperfect, flawed, aged form, unlike your pristinely crafted body; I need more time, I must do more work.
And yet, why? I cannot bring back--Be patient, daughter.And yet, should my deeds come to light, Creator or not, you would scorn me as you fear others will scorn you.no subject
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And would you be my willing assistant in bringing death as well as life?In time, Lilith, if that is the path you wish to pursue; but you have so much to learn.
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