Chapter Four Hundred and One

Lilith’s POV

I’m remembering those first time emotions, the struggling with breastfeeding, the skin to skin cuddles that made me feel complete.

But images morph, blackness taking my vision as Abyss mutters angrily to me.

No, no you need to see important things, not things your can look back on in your own time, she tells me.

I grumble, unhappy that images flit to my mind per her request.

And at first I do not take notice of what I’m seeing, what I’m hearing.

But then my mind wonders when I started thinking egotistically, why I feel like I’m of importance.

It’s then I realise this isn’t my memory at all, but of Zeus and that’s only because the beautiful goddess I’m peering at calls me, Zeus.

It’s as if I’m seeing the memory through his eyes, and it’s intriguing.

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Life often passes by with the same old routine.

I am God, and in turn for being that I get what I want when I want, and I'm not ashamed of that.

There's something about being the person everyone worships. The one they turn