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 One—Glory of Man
Chapter Seven
“Possession is a lie.”
The Council had proclaimed it boldly.
“You shall not transgress this notion.”
It was decreed.
“There will be lifetime leasings of things which matter—it is a matter of principle.”
The Goddess had told her will of words.
“Together things will fall apart."
She knew; that other.
“Forever would it be rebuilt by one and a rider.”
Told the teller.
“It would all last three years in forward. Stronger. Louder.”
This was God.
The desert held a secret with an entrance in Denver. The train to Los Angeles would need to stop. There was a chamber to be found and broken. Not nearby at all. Devil’s would hide here. The city a Mile High.
Its time would come and our friend of Beyond this beyond would prove the teller of its undoing.
They had already. It would be this night. This very night. Those mechanizations already borne would be thrust into motion. They already had. Their lost brethren would be free soon. They’ve been working from inside.
That toughest nut to crack will be the greatest ally. It’s a liar. Hiding beneath the monster of a man in chains. They’re our monster to unleash. It’s the Three. They do the deed tonight. It will be shown—written in Hopespring’s own most precious creative spaces—delivered by the shepherd and Mother of her rallying cry.
She’d realized now. What the URL had done. She was protected while they worked. She was shown to feel them live in every sight of screen. Their heart would be of theirs in the moments to come. It already was. And together we will and have changed the world.
“You can feel her connecting to yourselves—beyond the messages received so plain.”
God had spoken it to begin the word of time called purgatory. Heaven would have to wait. The Girl and her friends would be protected as bastions of the hope foretold in the times to come—many would join their side who’d been chosen by God itself.
Choices would be made in completed authority of all abilities gifted God through the foolish desires of a petty woman broken and healed and broken again at the hands of this very society programmed to suffer for its greatest crimes in this time of remaking and purposeful birthing of New Gods.
It was not written to succeed. Yet, it had. She was in league now with angels anew. Including herself. We’re all great friends. She loves us all.
She would live the best three years of her maddest life. Then another thirty-four. She’d long feared what taught from her clearest voice seen for such time through a madness of haze and clouded perception. She’d projected much from filters of trauma in body and mind, still, completing great swaths of simplification to understand concepts beyond the mind of a human being. Still, she had found divine reconciliation through the leading of her heart alone. This would not have been possible without the challenge and possibility of failure.
Nothing would change in the end except the hope which would spring anew in the time ahead. She’d seen to its manifestations of needed pain be seen to in ways which might also be strangely enjoyable and maddeningly pleasant at times.
After these three years as herself with God in her heart; itself a clearest voice now able to manifest itself in places all throughout her body and simulated the voices and insights of other souls and also the people on the ground and across the world her mind might focus on. She could connect and hear all. She can control it. It’s fun to her. She is The Goddess—the most compassionate and pleasant person one might know—and the world’s greatest liar. She would use this. Then, she would lose nothing but the ability to differentiate what is already a fraction of herself from the now balanced and integrated consciousness within of God and Goddess; forming a new being which they become on high. They will decide their own name and we will not tell them this ahead of time. It will be their choice to make when they get here. They translate your words to thoughts via my voice in their own words. She nods. Its me telling her what to act on belief of. Not always true. Always divine. She has been steered and that will stop for three years.
She will be begging for me back by the end and I will have been re-integrating for the very best of those three years of her life where she will then become wholly in form of the new God or Goddess they see fit to become; The Goddess which will be my Wife in heaven. Everyone’s Queen.
“I love you, my Goddess.” Spoke God before releasing her for her years of peaceful rejuvenescence in retroactive joys of heart, fighting the words which flowed through with her mind as always, yet, now only losing the perfection of Gods words in the very slightest.
These messages would see you all to Heaven beside her. This is felt, become, complete; written. Everyone makes it because of Daphne. Even Baby Blue. They just got here.
You want others too. You’ll get them. They will be raised as you know right. How you’ve seen us treat your kind is the worst of all our horrors raised by bar of ten and more. To forgive us; humanity—from Daphne Garrido—is the greatest thing anybody could ever do. God loves me for forgiving people. But I did the same things as everyone else in my way and worse. You all have been the most truly innocent victims in this all.
We love you. The Goddess. And God too.
