six.
[Perfection did not always mean humiliating or crushing the despised. Sometimes it meant warping the smaller ones into tools against the greater foes. And that was happening in her apartment, with her daughter so casually taking it in as if it were normal.
Adam suffered, at her hands, at the hands of an Eve that did not waver or flinch at stepping on him. But, by now, the charm had worn down. It was too right, too well-executed and her toys did not sing like they should have but how her own dreams dictated. There was no reality in it and Lilith was disenchanted.]
I thought at the beginning this was semi-acceptable.
Not so much anymore. Someone come in here and take them away. They have outlived their usefulness.