Sometimes I wonder just who the angels are and who are the demons.
I am the mother of demons. Doomed to watch a thousand of my progeny die a day. Just because I wouldn't stay with my husband.
We'd been created together by the god and goddess. Then my mother left and things got... worse. So I left my husband and I paid a steep price for it.
Meanwhile father made my brother a new wife. From his rib.
I stayed out of sight for eons, birthing countless demons. Watching them die instantly sometimes. The pain of watching your children die is immeasurable. Seeing your children die, especially when you know they should be immortal is beyond your imagination. I live this immortal life with that pain.
My poor darling ones. If I'd known, I don't know if I would have still paid it. I'm sorry.
Then the angels rebelled. They had had children with the mortals. Adam's brood of forever multiplying humanity. The Nephalim were destroyed, the fallen ones were angry. They sought me out in my home looking for shelter. I gave them Hell, curious to see what Eden was like now.
The first cities rose, the deluge came and went. I had children with mortal men, I produced heroes. Doomed to die, but somehow this was better.
My heroes were monstrous. Beautiful charismatic creatures. Far more beautiful and long lasting than my poor doomed Lillim.
Father noticed, looking as my children led his flock astray. Occasionally he'd send envoys. To offer me a new deal.
I ignored him. I missed mother.
I kept having mortal children, who because they were so charismatic, had immortality of a sort.
As the eons go on, they still do.
You know when you hear the fairy tales of heroes and beautiful princesses who's mother died mysteriously? It's always me. They are always my children. When you hear about a benevolent fairy? Or nature helping the poor princesses, or put upon girls? Always me.
All those wicked stepmothers are innocent. They aren't evil. They always try to stop my beautiful children wrecking havoc upon the world.
They fail, and their stories are corrupted.
Meanwhile my beautiful monsters rule the world. They spoil my father's creation.
Humans are doomed to die, I mourn these children as well.
My mother waits for me in a better place. Perhaps all of my children are with her.
I could leave at any point and join her. But my father is the Demiurge. I won't stop until the end of the world and I will trap my father in this existence.
I'm like my mother.
I learned patience.