Lilith: Damn! To understand the story you are about to read, which is essentially the small part of this outline or prelude, you must understand the background; so bear with this writer, and we’ll get to the gory stuff in a bit.

(January 8, AD 57) With the breath of doom-Lilith, gaunt-winged and with a wrinkled back, and with an austere foam of her lips, she beheld her fate, her veils of foaming fury, was, to be few , from this day. , bound with ropes, senseless, lay where the archangel put her, while vaguely heard screeching like an unknown bird, while the people of London watched, like the Roman soldiers, attentively, as well as the children who kept to the side, attested with merit in the aspect of the demoness whose robes were dragged stiff and smeared with dried mud, and the blood, from the fight, became contained.

On the planet Pluto (where Lilith vanished; exiled is a better description) among glaciers of nitrogen ice, moving minutely slow at -236 C (or 37 degrees Kelvin), causing such ice at such degrees to even move being -were the radioactive elements incorporated into Pluto in its formation, thus producing heat, which produces the rise and fall of the ice within the cells, in this case convection cells, nitrogen ice cells (within the conviction system of Pluto): This was the background for Lilith’s Habitat.

Water ice floats on nitrogen ice. In one of the pits where stagnant ice resided, Lilith the demoness was thrown after giving birth to a son on earth. The little planet was about five billion miles from earth, a distance the archangel felt safe to locate. I cast here for her diabolical rampage for a century on earth, as mentioned above, apparently her name is, if I remember correctly, Surr’el.

Now we must go to the year 1819, Lucifer Birdman was born, a very appropriate name for this character; thereafter we must move to his adulthood, to the year 1848, to the twenty-ninth year of his birth.

We must look deeper into the roots of this history to understand its evolution, its biochemical and genetic change, and its progress and leap in evolution.

Mr. Birdman, was a product of Lilith, if he traced the mutation (natural selection) back, realizing that Lilith the demoness had wings, and was once human in the Garden of Eden, and then cast her into the Tartarus by his descendants of the baleful character’s madness, and then Lucifer himself allowing him once again to join humanity as long as he stays within bounds when it comes to his spell powers; On the other hand, if you could trace his DNA and Mr. Birdman’s DNA, you’d find a matching element of 87, and that would have a bingo cry for his devilish ways.

He, Mr. Birdman, had inherited a ‘jumping’ piece of DNA, called a Transposon, which had inserted itself into a gene of his, this happens when a window is opened; His chromosomes scrambled as pieces swapped between chromosomes in a process called ‘Recombination’ that moves evolution into high gear; so he had some kind of supernatural influence or gift, and unfortunately he used it for the worse, he was mean, and now when we get into the belly or guts of this story, you’ll get the full picture:

The birds were slaughtered in the wild, in the most indigent way, then stuffed by Fernando Castro, a taxidermist, in London Town, in the back warehouse of where his workshop resided. A very prominent and proud taxidermist, in 1848, known throughout Europe. Among his collection were giant and unusual birds. He used gold and yellow ivory and black jasper to fill the eye sockets of the birds. In fact, he was a master craftsman in the field of taxidermy.

Mr. Birdman, as his name was very appropriate, knowing this master craftsman and his workshop, and his collection, went to visit his works, with the pretext of joining his workshop since he was also a kind of taxidermist, where he filled and scrambled with straw, and various other substances -knowing the chemical compounds for preservation purposes- their game.

During their discussion, what he did not tell Mr. Castro was that he was a lawless necromancer, born from the birth of an ancient demoness, by indirect means. In his haste to end his situation, he explained to Fernando that no man should be allowed to kill at will for no reason, to make his prey bearable that no man should do what he was doing to the birds, in killing and in the stuffing their dead prey thereafter. Fernando laughed heartily: “The birds are just birds, nothing more,” he calmly expressed. Then Mr. Birdman said in the most demanding manner, “For the sake of justice, there must be some retribution here,” with the snap of two fingers on each hand, a beak appeared, pale bronze, then with a flick of The ax went deep into Fernando’s throat, until Fernando choked on his own blood and fell to the ground with a clatter, fluttering like a dying falcon.

For fear of arousing curiosity from the street, Birdman dragged his body into the back room, where Castro’s workshop was located. By then his arms had stopped flapping like broken wings, and he lay there in a heap of bristling flesh. In the brightest moment of moonlight, with his beak tight behind his belt, he stuffed the body into a wooden chest (one he had left, placing it in his carriage) entered his premises, and upon arrival entered his workshop, after which he stuffed it from head to toe with straw and an assortment of chemicals to maintain its flesh, then sewed it tightly, like a rag doll, down the center like a good, determined taxidermist, putting in the eye sockets, natural green jade from Guatemala, and then thereafter dragged his corpse up a flight of stairs, added it to his cellar collection, of which there were many like him.

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