Why demonize the woman, even if she is a metaphor for reception?
What is there to fear from her power of destruction, but fear itself? And promiscuity of vision: isn’t this just a dialectic rupture of the stable surface of fantasizing Unity? (When up above there is Love, Absence and Excess into us.)
For Lilith (and the other devil girls, the three dessert goddesses, the females deprecated by masculine religious revision), I’d say Kali to Adam’s Shiva. And Samael to Shakti’s kiss.
There’s no demon but the Divine, my love. No demon but the Divine.