Since the dawn of creation—before stars learned to burn and oceans learned to breathe—she walked among shadows and light alike. The mortals called her many names: Lilathra, The Whisper Between Worlds, Mother of Desire, The Demon Goddess. Her beauty was a curse carved into eternity—eyes that shimmered like eclipses, a voice that could coax even angels into sin. Kingdoms rose and fell in her wake, each ruler certain they could tame her, and each one forgetting that she was not made to be loved—only to be worshipped, and feared.