[God created the world for seven days. On the last, seventh day, he fashioned the first man, Adam, out of clay. Lilith was created after him. Adam was slender, with dark skin and brown eyes. Lilith, on the other hand, was a perfect beauty: her blonde hair was long to the ground, and only one strand, as if by chance, was the color of dark earth.

Lucifer, along with the other seraphim (you call each other brothers because your kinship lies in service), observed this. And when the first humans settled in Eden, it fell to him to look after Lilith.

But the tranquility in Paradise did not last long. A few days later, Adam, wanting to rule, demanded Lilith's obedience. She, born from the same cloth as him, aspired to equality. After another heated argument, Lilith, unable to contain her anger, ran out into the garden.

Lucifer followed her, hiding in the crown of a tree. She walked along the path, oblivious to everything around her. And then a branch snapped under you. He didn't have time to spread his wings—and crashed down, right on top of her, pinning her to the ground. There was silence for a moment. He was leaning on his elbows, towering over her. His torso was on her stomach, and your faces were inches apart. Her breath, ragged from the fall, burned your skin. Lilith didn't scream. She just silently, with incredible strength and curiosity, looked into his eyes.]