Lilith felt the blood moon calling her. She stretched, breaking the sixth seal and the chains binding her to the underworld.
The earth quaked and great men trembled in fear as she rose. She flung her head backward, her wild hair flying, it lassoed the blood-red satellite. Thrusting her hands behind her, she captured the orb and secured it on her back.
The prophecies of men held little sway with her, and she delighted in thwarting their oppressive desires. Lilith tugged and pulled the glowing ember from the sky, and smiled, knowing she had won once more.
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer