"That ungrateful brat... taking credit for my work again... how dare she," said darkly the infinitely beautiful morning star. It had never creased to annoy him how humans kept painting him like he was a reddish skinned Pan-cosplayer.
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Her shape was small... rather like a child's. She was vaguely female, but when examined she was actually genderless.
She had skin more like alabaster than skin, it's hair was golden metallic rather than specialized dead skin-cells. Her eyes were a sapphire blue in the shape of crosses. The barding covering her small frame looked to be interwoven into her form. Her wings weren't feather. If anything, they looked like wisps of light that faded in and out of three dimensional perception. Her face had been clawed... leaving permanent marks.
This entity was not human, nor it had ever been human, it was non-human, but not inhuman.
"Lilith's revised history... her 'lost cause' narrative. Why do people think that people who wear their selfishness and spite on their sleeves only speak the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth? While those who try their hardest to live by example, are lying through their teeth?"