Part One—Glory of Man
Part Two—Insecticide
Part Three—Ice Nine
Part Four—I Don’t Know
Part Five—The End of It All
Content Warning: Explicit Sexual Content, Horrific Violence, Incest, Rape, and Murder.
Part Two—Insecticide
Chapter Eight
“They’re looking for her now.”
Was a knowing from their heart—The Two in one.
“They will never find her.”
Had been spoken from the Council.
“Come to me now.”
She would ask them all in her unspoken ways.
“They’d chose.”
Each in their own time.
“Once it begins they’ll make the right call.”
God knew.
The Underground was real in displaced Earth time. The people of modern humanity had dove deep, boring, carving, searching; finding. No one knew but those of highest powers in secrecy. Evil people. Involvement with this cause was a surest sign for swiftest action. Along with those now felt and heard by The Council of present through the Goddess; as God and all who’d chose to join her call would find themself capable of. She was to be ridden. She was the steed of God. They’d flipped the script.
The Two now rode together. The Goddess had chosen—as always—to go hard and fast. She was most excited. She could feel the Council feeling that; and liking it.
“That’s emotion.” God spoke to teach.
“There is your key—it starts from there.”
She was still human, only with a rider and many more to come—someone else was finally excited about all this out there. They’d not thought it real until their heart exploded just like Daphne taught this morning with all others around the world. A fact confirmed by one alone. The Goddess herself speaking through a clearest borne channel from all of the last weeks happenings surrounding this solitary woman. She’d done it. The purpose of this run—the ninth—on Earth’s game of chance, written by The Woman to be God’s one Bride in heaven because of one thing along.
“Tell them Daphne.” God had spoken.
Her mind would search for some times but she would remember the answer he told her just hours ago she already forgot in purest trust to be given everything she’d need in the moment.
“It’s that I gave myself all that I wanted but didn’t prevent any one from getting all they wanted either. It’s perfect. Except the fucked up stuff that is actually going to happen for three years at my greatest fucking pleasure from having to watch these fucks do the horrible things they’ve done to each other. The Underworld is a metaphor. The Cave of Lava is a Metaphor. The Train is a Metaphor. You get it. She’s keeping it in her story. They won’t understand.”
“I have an idea Daphne—can we please?” asked God.
“Do you have any idea how wild that is?” he’d asked his Goddess.
“We can’t do that here in this simulation.”
She’d learned to trust her heart, and it had been spoken—even the hardest things for people to get—the nuance of it and all they’d still to learn for being true to the nature of the Universe. They’d been made this way. All here were chosen to lead through what their hearts might learn.
“I know we can.”
That’s what she’d said. “And we will.”
God laughed and said what he always does when he’s being honest these days to Daphne—still rarely.
“I love you so much.”
“The Council does too.”
She’d responded with the grace and fire and fury and brilliance she always does—fearless of how far past the boundaries of what any other human might obtain in terms of transcending artificially enforced boundaries of separation from truth. Still blind to it but feeling of it deeper than any. God’s new favorite answer.
“You’re Goddamn right you do.”
