Lilith Between Flesh And Spirit

Chapter Thirty-Two: Iced Crystal Of Tears Crashing

"Get those names out of your mouth, Lilith!" Anger seethes within Sophia's stern tone. "You know nothing about the Aeons or the Archons." Her chin trembles at Lilith's provocation, an immature mind speaking in disrespect about her lineage—about the bigger spheres above.

Darting her head from all the mortals to Norea, then Lilith, none of them know anything about Sophia's race. They are ignorant of the Plemora—the pixelated land of colours with a blurring pattern that constantly changed—this is where Sophia was from. The true world, her home, that is arranged in a highly ordered structure, starting from the One, the Monad, the ineffable parent Aiōn Teleos, that they all tried to emulate since the day they emanated out of him. He is a monarchy with nothing above. Invisible. Incorruptible. Pure light that none can't look, and he would never accept Sophia back after knowing what she has done to survive Yaldaboath's betrayal on her.

With her syzygy, she was the lowest of them all, an anthropic light promise to greatness. She should have waited for her hope to come forth, but she couldn't. She wanted the power to create, and now she is just a snowflake, an iced crystal of tears crashing into the Earth's atmosphere. This reality was her unique creation with no partner or the permission from her elders. She gave it all her many facets, scattering the light between them, and yet through this world she once had a vision, a scrying of peace and love, but now it's just an abomination.

The material world has to be destroyed to fix her sin.

On this thought, the burning rage inside Sophia that threatens to consume it all regenerated her hand right after Lilith chopped it. They all now stare at her, mouths fallen open while she moved, feeding more souls into the already empty stomach of conquest. Sophia is the merciless war, the hunger that would destroy everything for her selfish redemption, the perfect Apocalypse horsewoman.

Gritting her teeth, Lilith shot into the air again, slicing any part of Sophia she could, but all her efforts are in vain as all Sophia's limbs grow back almost instantly.

Who was this enemy?

The matrix in vapour flesh that no weapons could pierce. The crossed mother all inflamed that none could appease, and Sophia continues her carnage, making her counterparts in Eden increased in might. She knows no rest, no leniency until everything will become the epitome of death.

Lilith launches another attack, but the bored Sophia casts her instantly aside. Norea also throws herself at Sophia, and for her too, the latter returns fire before discarding her. None will stand in her way—on her will—not even the voice of another Aeon.

A weaponless Senoy suddenly appeared right at the feet of Sophia. Raising his chin to her, he shakes his head. "This is not how he will forgive you!"

Senoy's words freeze her on the spot, hesitation halting her lifted-up foot above him. "My brothers and I had just returned from the Plemora, and they had all shed tears for your return, as they all thought of you dead in the hands of Yaldaboath." With his knees now buckling down, Senoy joins his hands together. "I will plead in your name, Sophia, to make this material world the extension of the Plemora's spheres if you cease your madness now!"

Resting her foot back on the ground, Sophia's face scrunched into a doubtful expression, considering the offer from Senoy with care. "And I should listen to the bargain of an exiled Aeon?" She snickers. "How can I trust your words when you hadn't told me how you have travelled here and back to the Plemora?"

Sweat suddenly pours down from Senoy's forehead. He has held Sophia's attention long enough for Sansenoy to release the blind dragon Taniniver on her. The once pet of Lilith is now in his full and almighty, castrated form—the steed of Lilith—who can fly and who now spits a violent wave of fire over Sophia. He never fights without his loyal companion Maera, the night hound, whom Semangelof rides on her back in her giant form, and she too leaps over Sophia, jaw tearing off one of her arms entirely from her shoulder.