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Dedication To My Ace

It is believed that before the Genesis of the human age,Adam had a wife ... a first wife; Lilith. Created from the same ground from which Adam wasmolded, Lilith proved to be a bit more than his subordinate. She was his equal. Legend has it that Lilith was strong willed, independentand unyielding. All of the things that Adam did not want ina wife. Red hair, sensual curves and red-brown eyes, Lilith wasvoluptuousness in the form of a woman. Passion, ardentand burning vitality. Lilith considered herself Adam’scompeer in every way—second to none and nothing. What Adam hated to admit was that Lilith was hisweakness, his burning desire, and his fierce, iniquitouspoison. As much as he wanted her, he also hated her. Itwas her authority that continually dominated him, and herlasciviousness that seduced him. He was less of a man

when he was around her, yet he also could not feel moreempowered. Adam realized that his obsession with Lilith was alecherous enthrallment and nothing more, for he could notlove her. Neither could he be her master. This was theproblem. Adam’s job was to be in control, to be the head.The leader of Lilith and all of their descendants. For this,the Creator had made him. Yet, around her—Lilith—he was nothing more than agroveling, dribbling, insecure excuse for a man. She hadhim wrapped around her little finger, and this suited herjust fine. Adam, not so much. This was not what the Creator had mandated. Not whathe intended when making them both. He needed Adam—level headed and trustworthy—to be in charge. However,with the ever present seduction of Lilith, this wouldn't bepossible. Something must be done.

The sound of a single long nail clicking against ahardwood table was all that could be heard in the room.Why? Because all of the noise and commotion was in herhead. Voices, memories, flashing thoughts. Chaos! Nothingmore and nothing less. The upsurge of rampant thoughts caused her mouth toslap with thirst—suck her teeth in upheaval. Lilith’s thirstwas soon to be quenched, she was certain. She’d alreadymade the preparations. Yet, the riot that was Lilith’sunending trail of assaulting musings would probably neverbe quelled. The light of night poked through the monumentalstained glass windows. One ray in particular beamed acrossthe room, perpendicular to its point of origin, thenricocheted from a mirror to shine a slender bright stream ofyellow-orange light on the table. The thin beacon glowednot too far from where her hand tapped an agitated finger. The room was enormous and regal, yet devoid of anyexuberance. Filled with scarce furnishings—the mammothhardwood table and the innumerable chairs that surroundedit. Old, decrepit paintings adorned the walls.

The air was stifling, consumed by the scent ofmothballs, molded and aged wood. How did I get here? Lilith’s thought, although in hermind, seemed to echo through the stretch of the emptyroom. “Madam, your supper is ready,” squealed Lilith’sfaithful attendant, though indubitably pitiful as he was,whilst walking in. The aged, wooden double doorsscreeched upon his opening them. Then, he closed them,without as much as a glimpse back. His skin had not seenthe light of day in so long that it had lost its color. Apeculiar shade of tan-gray, wrinkled and rough, was all thatremained. Throughout the years, Demetrius had become an old,dilapidated, fragile corpse of a man—feeble and haggard,yet faithful. Lilith considered that while his situation wasdifferent than hers, at least they shared the apathetic hue oftheir skin color, albeit not her extraordinary good looks. “Bring it in, Demetrius. Leave it.” replied Lilith as shewaved a hand in the air, with little to no regard whatsoever.Completely detached from human emotion and void of

fascination. She couldn’t help herself. All her vitality hadbeen lost eons ago. “Yes, Madam,” responded Demetrius, then nodded hishead and bowed out of the room. Seconds later he pulled ina frightened brunette, who was so dismayed that she’d lostall fight and merely shivered and sobbed uncontrollably.Demetrius grabbed a handful of the girl’s hair and tossedher on the ground in front of Lilith. “Your supper my lady.”he said subserviently, then bowed out of the room oncemore. Lilith wasted no time whatsoever and with the blink ofan eye had the girl trapped, her fangs sunk into the girl’smain artery. The one located between the thighs—Lilithhad long since grown tired of the neck. It was tooconvenient and she craved a bit of excitement, rare as itwas. Moments later, the girl’s life blood had been drainedand all that remained was a naked, pale carcass. Lilith stood to her feet uneventfully, sighed deeply,dusted her hands and then took a seat once again in herfavorite chair. With that, her mind whirled into its turbulentincongruity yet again.