It's dark but comfortable and warm. I don't know where I am, and I can't open my eyes. Fear and confusion were two of the many emotions I was feeling at that very moment.

I tried to move my leg and was successful.

Keeping the momentum from my first success I decided to kick. In doing so I hit something, it was like a wall. It wasn't hard but it was firm and kind of elastic.

I tried to feel my surroundings and came to learn that I was completely encased in something.

After learning this I began to panic, (what's happening? Where am I? Was I kidnapped?)

I flailed around for a while out of sheer panic.

Then suddenly my head began to hurt.

The pain was unmeasurable and it would be extremely difficult to explain in another way than, “it hurts”.

From the pain came memories, memories of childhood and growing into an adult.

The memories spewed into my mind like water spewing from a broken dam.

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The memories would continue for a while but finally ended when the death of the persons whom memories they are.

After the end of her sudden pain, she calmed herself and thought about what she had witnessed.

She concluded that she had died and that this is the afterlife.

She began to sulk about her short life and how she never had a proper relationship.

After hours of her endless sulking and recalling her regrets, something changed.

She felt a squeezing and pushing sensation.

She was being pushed towards one of the sides of her...where ever she was.

The pushing never stopped and continued even if she fought it.

The pushing continued until she saw a light at the end of where she's at.

(I-is that heaven?) she thought

But when she was finally out, she did not see the expected paradise but a man with a surgical mask and gloves.

“It's a girl!”

He said.

Lilith pov / mother

A little before my daughter's birth she had suddenly gotten super active.

She had begun to kick a lot more than usual almost like she wanted out.

When I had finally given birth to my precious child, the joy I felt could not be compared with any other.

When the doctor gave her to me she was the only thing that mattered at that moment.

she was the cutest thing I had ever laid my eyes on, just perfect in every possible way.

she was quiet and seemed to be observing what was happening.

it was adorable in my eyes and always would be.

her black hair and her big beautiful obsidian colored eyes.

"I'll name her....Morana"

Bishops POV/ god aka death aka the god of death.

while doing paperwork one of my Subordinates barged into the room.

"what is it?"

the man had to catch his breath and then spoke

"it's your daughter!"