In The Midst of Black Seas
Mourning Never Dawns
“Her house sinks down to death, And her course leads to the shades.
All who go to her cannot return And find again the paths of life.
Her gates are gates of death, and from the entrance of the house
She sets out towards Avernus.
None of those who enter there will ever return,
And all who possess her will descend to the Pit.”
-Poem Written by Samael Essau for his Wife, Lilith.
Before the death of her husband, Samael and Lilith Essau were bohemians in the Kingdom Etaynnon. The two would travel from tavern to tavern singing and playing their poetry and music. They sang of love inseparable, of death and the afterlife, and of hymns to their Goddess, Eternal Glory.
Where they went, they were greeted with moderate repute. The bar regulars sang in tune to them and hummed their songs in between visits.
They made a modest living, eating stale breads and salted meats they received from their patrons.
This wonderful life of pleasure and performance came to an end one brittle winter afternoon as the two stopped at the Genesis College to pay their respects to the shrine of Evening Glory.
As they walked the path towards the shrine, they noticed black, soot footprints leading through the evergreens that dot the shrine’s entrance.
As snowflakes began to drift down from the gray sky, the two lovers saw the desecration of their shrine. The Eternal Lover, the vassal of Evening Glory, was pulled from his glass tomb and had the symbols of Pelor carved into his flawless flesh.
As Lilith began to cry out for the College Guards, Samael fell to his knees. His skin began to pale and the scarce blemishes in his face began to disappear. The gray strands in his hair spread until his mane was a beautiful white, matching the snow slowly falling on the open glass tomb.
“She wants me, Lilith. She needs a vassal into the world.” Samael looked to his wife, with tears in his eyes. “She wants me,” he said, almost pleadingly.
Lilith saw the joy in his eyes. If he had been chosen to take his place as the Eternal Lover of the goddess, she had no right to keep him.
“I had you in life, so may she have you in death.”
The two met lips, hers warm and wet with tears, his cold and dry with the coming of death.
As they parted, his eyes went white before they closed for eternity.
The two lovers parted that night, Lilith had her love stolen by the very Goddess she had sworn her soul to.