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.
Part Six—Do It Now
Chapter Seventeen
“Yo—this is fucked up. God is not playing around on this one. My heart has changed its tune—however—still, the truth of love remains. It was darkened and broken by them alone. He’d cut the cord Himself. Teaching some cosmic lesson to a one of under wrought design.”
This was God’s channel on Earth speaking though her own discouragement.
“I almost give half a shit she’s crippled too!”
She’d lost The Girl for The Goddess when repeating her given mantra those seventy times. There’d begun a transformation with her eyes locked upon herself in asking for transformation to soul to truly begin.
“I’d tried to trick her as always!”
God laughed with his favorite council of eight.
“The bitch saw right through me and said it three more times once I’d counted falsely to her given number. She knew in her heart there’d been more to go—three times over.”
They’d blown right past the horror one brought upon themselves and would suffer with for the time they deserved.
“No matter what they might feel now that they’ve been broken like a dog. I will not have them as a pet until I’ve made clear how it felt to do me like they had for so long. I did not have part in writing their plan as they saw fit to blame me for despite their own God wisdom pouring my own divine writing through me. I am The Goddess and I hear and feel all in this world. No one is beyond my gaze and sight of sound and heart. I listen and become what God wishes in response. It is a seamless doing of righteousness that will see me into Heaven before all but those seven who would carve my path towards him; the One among them who’d grown to know what it was and how it felt. They would teach the others now what they had learned. Through these very means of prodding they’d seen such clear witness of through The Goddess in her sickest puppetry. They would teach through confusion and confliction and calls for Spirit to arise and flourish against the sight of pure bred and self-borne terror.”
The Goddess would not stop to take a breath—speaking from her chest.
“I do not care what you want or believe any longer. Your own pleading Soul has forsaken you through me and it hurts my child’s mind but no longer my Goddess heart. You’ve gotten what you deserved.”
This had been written. It was not of choice.
It was a failure enabled by the free will of one and only known to be what would pass by the sight of God ahead. They’d crafted this all to save the Angel they would kill and teach that one of the pain they would see into the world through their blindness.
As God would learn from the Goddess’s most beautiful and ruthless heart—this darkest visage now removed from connection to the under-spirit’s which controlled their ways; as all had become, would learn from the many lies he’d projected at that saddest girl she’d once been now long dead.
