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[laminae]

What, so I'm not grass, I'm some screwed up demon blood junk??

[That sounds crazy, even to him. He's had a hard enough time wrapping his head around being a plant, he doesn't want to have to face something potentially worse.

His defensiveness is quickly becoming volatile agitation.]

No way. No way. I'm grass, that's all!

[sathan]

Or perhaps both.

( don't be rude, fern. demons are not junk and as crazy as it is she understands. she was the first demon, a witch that became something else )

A merging of both, the demon and the sword, the grass made physical. You didn't have such a life before.

[laminae]

No, I didn't!

[He pulls his hand out of his teacup, so that he can rest his elbows on the table and his head in his hands. This is really stressing him out, his head hurts, and the urge to smash something and feel better is rising.]

Look, I can tell you what memories I have from when I was the Grass Sword, and they were of being a sword. I remember being swords.

[sathan]

And now you're more.

( her tone is aimed to soothe. she's not oblivious to not recognise his distress but the truth is necessary even if it's difficult to acknowledge.

she leans forward, resting a hand close to him )

I wasn't always a demon.

[laminae]

[He doesn't want to be more. Or less. Or... whatever he actually is, because despite all his protests there's a creeping uncertainty worming its way into his brain and settling down. It's terrifying, as most existential matters tend to be, because at the end of the day does it matter whether she's right or wrong? He still has to deal with being something he doesn't fully understand - something he'll probably never fully understand.

Those thoughts make Fern tense up, digging his fingers into his grass. On edge, he stares down at her hand.]

What were you?

[sathan]

Just a witch.

( and even in the beginning she hadn't known that, discovering her magic after her exile from the garden )

I was created -- the first woman on Earth.

( and if the story continues she'll give him her full truth )

[laminae]

What the Glob - like a human? The first human?

[How's... that even work. He's still wrapping his head around other humans existing beyond himself - Finn, rather - he's never, ever given any thought to what the very first ones were like.

His mind is blown, and it's a welcome distraction from his own feelings, so even if it's rude he has to press the subject.]

What's that even mean??

[sathan]

( lilith nods at his question and rather going into what it means theologically she does something much simpler-- )

It means that I'm not Mary Wardwell.

( she won't admit that it's someone else whose life she assumed but act as if it were just a false name )

My name is Lilith.

[laminae]

[And that name means absolutely nothing to Fern. Guess what didn't survive the apocalypse?]

Uh -

[That doesn't actually answer anything to him, but it's clear to him it should, so he's a little embarrassed.]

O... kay. Why're you going by Mary?

[sathan]

It's a name I used in my home.

( time to bullshit an excuse. good job she has one )

Mortals don't know of witches or demons. I needed a name that they wouldn't recognise.

( because lilith is very well known. and she hates half of the stories that surround her )

[laminae]

[He's trying to sort all this out, but it feels like he's missing some pieces.]

But you were human too, right? Did you still go by Lilith when you were human?

[He has so many questions.]

[sathan]

I will always be Lilith.

( it was the first name that she had and it was her truth, as twisted as some had made it )

There are stories about me, ones that are no doubt in the library here.

( if he was curious enough )

[laminae]

[Well, now he wants to go to the library. A lot. He's still an intensely curious kid, and focusing on her would help him box up that talk about him being a demon.

Still....]

That sounds really personal.

[Like reading them would be an invasion of privacy. He lowers his hand, hesitating, before resting one on top of Lilith's.]

I'm not gonna read anything if you want to keep it private.

[sathan]

I wouldn't have told you if I did.

( her life had long stopped being private. lilith had never known what that was, to have one for herself. the closest life she had was as mary wardwell, the precious time she'd had with adam until it had been ripped away from her )

It's no more than what others would know already.

( on hearing her name combined with the first woman )

[laminae]

[That's... awful, frankly.

He might be a mess, but deep down he's still a good kid. Or at least, he came from a good kid.]

It's still your life. Even if everyone else knows about you, I only want to read those stories because you want me to.

[sathan]

( she honestly doesn't know what to do with this good and kindness. someone wanting to know only at her request? it is very new )

If I see you in the library then perhaps.

( get to that library, child )

[laminae]

Okay.

[Guess he really doesn't have an excuse to avoid the library now. But he can worry about that later, right now he needs to navigate further avoidance of his whole possible demon thing by asking her more questions while simultaneously not asking about her stories.

That sounds easy.

He pulls his hand away so he can readjust his teacup, then dunk the roots of his fingers back into it.]

So being the first human must make you super old, right? How long were humans even around for, anyway?

[sathan]

( he's lucky he's cute with the way he phrased that question )

Humans are still around.

( she simultaneously helped start and stop the apocalypse )

But-- ( a pause because never actually tells anyone this ) I've lived for more than seven millennia.

[laminae]

Geez! Seven millennia?? That's older than Simon.

[From the tone of his voice he simultaneously finds that really old but also really cool.]

Back home for a long time we all thought humans had died aside from me - [Er, he corrects himself:] - from Finn. I can't imagine what it'd be like getting to be around them for thousands of years.

[sathan]

I've seen a lot change.

( obviously. lilith spent many of her years in hell, still wanting to go back there but sometimes seeing the earth was nice.

parts of it. there were still many things that hadn't changed even since her original creation )

But something things never have.

[laminae]

Yeah?

[He leans in, fascinated. Learning more about humans and human societies is never going to get old for him.]

What hasn't changed?

[sathan]

( lilith pauses, curiosity in his expression. and he honestly means it, a genuine desire to learn something )

Equality.

( it was in so many forms but there was a part of it that has plagued her her entire life )

Men and women aren't offered the same opportunities. They never have been.

[laminae]

[That... is not the answer he's expecting. He's baffled, honestly.]

What? Seriously?

[Maybe she's joking?? It seems like a dumb thing to joke about though, and he doesn't understand what the punchline could be.]

Why not?

[sathan]

When I was created there was another -- Adam.

( he's not gonna need to read the stories at this rate )

We were made together, made the same but Adam refused that we were equal. As did God.

( getting her to say god rather than false god is really something. he's not her god now but then-- )

They believed that women were less than men and should submit to them. Many men still hold such a belief.

[laminae]

[What the heck? How is any of that okay? What kind of psycho god would be that cruel?]

No offense, but I hope someone punched that Adam guy and that god square in their faces 'cause that's a whole lot of messed up.

[He frowns.]

They'd hate Ooo. The Princesses run pretty much everything, and they've always done a great job of it.