Lilith (ahihaylilitu) wrote in museprompts, @ 2011-03-22 14:06:00 |
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What is your worst character flaw?
Muse/Fandom: Lilith/V:tM
Prompt: #1. What is your worst character flaw?
Word Count: 566
Open to roleplay: Thank you, but no.
I have been, from the moment of my creation, a willful woman; this is my strength and the greatest of all gifts given to me by the One Above. But just as the One Above loves and despises me, my willfulness is both strength and weakness, for it leads to my greatest flaw: PRIDE. For my hubris, I have suffered many times over, but never so much as I suffered for aiding Cain. I came upon him in the Formless Lands and I knew that he was the son of my birth-mate, for he had the eyes of Adam and the pallor of Eve. I did not hold his parentage against him, though it pained me to see Eve's golden hair upon his head and to smell the rough scent of my birth-mate on his skin. As if he was my own child by another, I took him to my breast and together we mourned all that he had lost. It was not sympathy or compassion that moved me, but hubris. I saw darkness in Cain, the power to do what no ELOHIM had conceived of before and a will like unto my own; the will to defy his creator. In him, I saw the woman that I had been when first I was cast from the side of the One Above. Could I not teach him the lessons I had learned in the Formless Lands? I led him into my garden, certain that he would grow strong and beautiful beneath my guiding hand. Cain did grow and he learned much about the power of his own blood, but he failed to grasp the most important lesson. Pride blinded me to where my student fell short. The day that he left my garden with a curse upon his lips, I thought I saw understanding in his eyes, a seed that would one day bear the fruit of his gratitude. But he did not understand. In his heart he carried only hatred for me and my garden. In his belly burned a hunger for revenge. I know now that it was folly even to think I could teach a lowly beast--the son of a woman created to be lesser-than--the transformative power of pain. My pride created Cain and my pride was his key to D'hainu. He returned with strength and numbers and now my children are dead. Never again will I see the smiling faces of Kessep or Shotheq or Nesher. Never again will I hear the laughter of Mem or Oreb or Laylah. D'hainu is gone, burned to ash. My mate is gone, our bond broken upon the bodies of our children. For these things, I am to blame. I see how pride has brought ruin upon me and mine, and I am ashamed, but I confess to you now that I have one more act of hubris to commit. Soon my curses will bear bitter fruit, and I will destroy all that my enemies hold dear. For Kessep and Shotheq and Nesher, I will burn the Eleven who defiled D'hainu. For Mem and Oreb and Laylah, I will visit upon Cain a most terrible death. For my love, lost to me so long ago, I will drown all that the One Above has created. The Endless Sea will swell and my brood will sweep across the face of the Earth. The tides rise. |