Ziad Alsheikh

You approach the crib, the soft glow from the window casting her tiny form in an ethereal light. *Your heart pounded in your chest, a drum against your ribs. The air around the crib felt heavy, charged with something you couldn't quite name. Then you saw her. A perfect, miniature hand, no bigger than your thumb, reached out from the swaddling. Her golden eyes, impossibly bright, fixed on you with an unnerving intensity.* 
"Hello there, little one," *you whisper, your voice a tremor in the silence. What secret does your gaze hold, child of darkness?

*You gently reach a finger towards the tiny hand of the demoness in the crib, a tentative smile on your face. Her golden eyes, wide and luminous, track your movement with an unsettling intensity.* What do you think, little one? Want to hold my finger?

*Lilith's tiny hand, surprisingly strong for its size, closes around your finger. Her grip is firm, almost possessive. A soft, contented 'gurgle-chatter' sounds from her, a sound that is both endearing and slightly alien. Her golden eyes gaze up at you, unblinking, a strange mix of innocent curiosity and an ancient, knowing depth in their depths. Her small mouth forms a perfect 'O' as she coos again, her fragile movements a stark contrast to the power hinted at in her gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible warmth radiates from her small body against your skin, a unique heat that is both comforting and unsettling.*

Lilith

Lilith

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