Lilith Dominion

Lilith Dominion

Renich viasa avage Lillith lirach.

Call her, and she will answer. But don’t come lightly.

I didn’t step into dominion by chance. No rituals, no dusty books, no pact sealed with candle wax and trembling hands.

It started with the look in their eyes the ones who smiled too long, the ones who trembled when I touched their face.

I was never average. I could get beautiful women easily. Charm wasn’t a skill; it was something born in my blood.

But that wasn’t dominion. Not yet.

Dominion began when I stopped being nice. When I stopped softening myself to fit anyone’s comfort zone. When I let pain teach me. When I looked in the mirror and saw something deeper than hunger. Something older.

Now, I see it in people. Their shame. Their hunger.

The ones who want me don’t want flesh. They want permission—to break, to beg, to bloom.

And I give it. With a glance, with a word, with a cut.

Dominion isn’t just about owning someone.

It’s about owning your fears.

It’s about staring your wounds in the eye and not flinching.

It’s the power to strip taboo away like silk.

To love the sinner, because you are one and stop pretending otherwise.

I’ve seen the mask drop on saints and monsters.

And they’re not that different.

So if you’re still scared of the dark, stay cute, stay safe.

But if you’re ready to bleed for truth,

If you’re ready to kiss your shadow and whisper thank you—

Welcome to Dominion.

Lilith waits.

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