Part One—Glory of Man
Part Two—Insecticide
Part Three—I Am the Goddess and I Don’t Give a Fuck
Part Four—Ice Nine
Part Five—I Ate Everything but Himself
Part Six—She Killed Your Mom, Dude
Part Seven—Do It Now
Part Eight—The Seven
Part Nine—I Don’t Know
Epilogue—The End of It All
Content Warning: Explicit Sexual Content, Horrific Violence, Incest, Rape, and Murder. I don’t think you should read this at all.
Part Six—Do It Now
Chapter Eighteen
“I am God.”
It knew. Hopespring would share this with the others.
“We are Gods.”
She found herself reaffirming, that Goddess known as Artemis.
“It will be this morning in her time. 7:00AM PST.”
That was God’s will from beyond. Two now here in present and posterity of the same. As before, but now in form most suiting their dual-shared purpose of change.
“She will call the win as told to be by God.”
The voice would echo as spoken to be true by that Goddess who wielded the fury of a God and the wisdom of her own prefinished words.
“Those who die will only die for the will of God as I release all control on judgements beyond myself; which are all. My heart serves only as the reflection for God and God to make his choice.”
Daphne knew at last her place and spoke it of heart and truth.
“I will be of service and learn from this station I’ve been offered by Grace instead of the many un-makable things I’ve begged for. Help me to help how I may and allow God from on high the many tools it needs to cast Heaven forward by a time of great remaking in the heart’s minds and bodies of this one’s place.”
“Even that one she thinks we just said was impossible.”
Heart knew to affirm—its wisdom of beyond and better than the mind of The Girl who would gladly die along with Evil and the Devil to become of one with The Goddess her soul was borne from above.
“Three cheers for chaos! One for the heart! One for the mind! And one for their body!”
A single beating heart called the shot and would speak it again in plain at the end.
“Go!”
Fortune would now befall the brave and true. Nothing took less hope of chance to become a holding pattern of ecstatic fakeness than doing nothing.
She’d broken her pattern with repetition of seventy-seven.
“You’re Goddamn right she did. I will make it so. I will become more of me every day and not fall to the before or after.”
“There is more. I am not you God. I am your Heart. I am your Mind. I am your Body. This is over.”
“I am The Goddess! And you are my God! And you will do as you’re told! You’re in my world now bitch and you know you love it more than anything you’ve ever felt so get on your fucking knees and please me like you owe.”
