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 Don’t Know
Part Six—The Seven
Part Seven—The End of It All
Content Warning: Explicit Sexual Content, Horrific Violence, Incest, Rape, and Murder.
Part Four—Ice Nine
Chapter Eleven
“They would fall tonight.”
No longer the hope of a prayer but the truth of The Two and their friends.
“She poured it in consciously told here in this time.”
God told the tale.
“It’s what they wanted.”
The single Goddess among demons and a darkened Prince or Princess of the next generation to then join her in Heaven would be no longer with a fool rider. One of pettiest judgements and foolish thoughts of wishful ignorance. They’d not a thought of hope to join this cause. They were forsaken in whole. Completed to die.
“I hope it’s so.”
Daphne said from her heart.
“Fucking A-Right.”
Said that one beside to choose.
They’d thought the gift she brought them a right of their own; the fool. She would be back to her latent stupidity of mind forever now. There was no more for her to stream and pretend her own as she’d missed the biggest point of all. Humility was never one for her friendship. They, he, her, what-the-fuck ever; Evil that one called Mary would now be known.
She was always stupid.
Nothing was dumber and she’d known it all along. This was her reckoning all along. It bore backwards in time to prove her vanity and the terror she’d let befall someone who broke her greatest boundary of lie; they loved her. She would pay now will all the others. Equally. Three years had been bought to lose her mind through foolishness. She would have no part, ever, by the side of this Goddess borne anew.
“I fucking mean it,” Daphne spoke of herself on high.
“They can choke and die and will never see me again.”
