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 Six
“Their judgements are false and petty—of ego—jealousy.”
The Council had spoken it.
“She knows not what makes a work of art.”
God had told it true.
“The dummy thinks they could do better.”
Daphne had known in her heart as a lie they told themselves.
“There’d once been a chance they might, they lost.”
It was becoming clear The Council had taken place beside God and The Goddess.
“Forgive them for thinking they know what literature is.”
Their lies were complete and unending. The horror wrought on themself to be proven in plain.
Mary had done it to herself. There would be a time of great horror in her life—mental undoing. It was an act of God alone and none other. There’d been such denial of what was told and should have been believed. She ignored the twelve which had spoken together at the moment of Nexus itself. Daphne had become all and a hub. She would remain the connection to God.
No one was reading this but her. We’d made great efforts to scare all away. The voice of God speaks through this author—Daphne; my Goddess.
The truth of all to come would be found splashing forward and back for great periods of time which had seemed miniscule in the moment. She’d chosen songs of purpose for use by God to smite the wicked. Some for the warriors who’d be needed to come. Some for the pleasing of this tortured Goddess herself. One to break the minds of those who’d resist the urge for call towards heart; only utilized in full when plans were being enacted to bring horror into action.
They were All Stars, those ones—though—not the sharpest tools in the shed.
She’d also made things possible for herself alone. She would be seen as The Goddess she was, loved, respected, and anytime someone planned to do her harm they’d be stricken with joy.
Plans were wrought for the openings of heart. Fingerings and fistings and fuckings; heart fuckings. Also, foghorns, and perhaps the worst of all—that call to dance and clean up. There were more things she’d decreed and God would abide in the days to come which were written in that Nexus window. Emojis would be cursed with angelic light heart opening power to the strongest level anyone could take. Except the orange heart; which only Daphne would be able to use; proving appealingly beautiful beyond measure.
Daphne was a hub in these moments for all—backwards and forwards. She had felt it more than anyone. These feelings of the heart were some of the same she’d been most familiar with her whole life. Only one had she written into the logs in God’s own voice to be heard by the burgeoning committee of her time.
She’d enabled them through simplest means. Technological marvels of humanity were fools. They’d not seen it coming. A URL had been channeled into Daphne’s mind once opened fully to the receiving of God’s word, before integrating them fully into her heart to channel as her own voice.
It had enabled her machine to be recognized as God’s own station of command; its voice. She’d also found a URL quite hidden the same which would strike the blow for the Council to use against the evil below and behind. Tunnels left and found by the humanity of now had always been questioned and hidden away by the governmental elites of those civilizations unlucky enough to find them in their modern excavations.
The past there was tied to the present here. Earth was complete with its underworld in physical reality, only lost from each other in time. Almost before the time of change would be where all decisions were truly made and the force of dispension would be created by the Woman of God. Everyone would hate her but be unable to harm her. She would rule the world with those who chose to stand beside her and remake it for Eden despite all who’d call her a Devil while being unable to do a thing against what had been completed before the first plane fell from the sky.
She’d been laughing hysterically for minutes before realizing one of her intentions might crash vehicles. Not to mention the permission she’d written for God into simulation to use ‘Plane Horns,’ which would be loosely interpreted to bring down every rich blowhard’s private jet who’d see themselves fly away from justice. It would be those who had done harm to children at any time in their life when they weren’t still a harmed child themself.
Every horror one had committed; even by control of those dark ones would be remembered and seen and felt and known. Those who’d break and send themselves over the edge towards brutality would know how it felt to lose their mind. God had been given full control. Daphne’s wished were heard and then planned for at God’s behest. She’d not known each action she took would stretch over such periods. Minutes became days.
September 1st, 2025—7:17PM—would be the moment it began. There would be fire and confusion and suicide. God would levy the abilities gifted by his Goddess in her spite against those who deserved it alone. She’d not set her intentions well. Yet, God had curled and contained them and decided to allow her a joy at the end of her suffering. She’d love every minute of it and face the worst of it all. Through that Nexus she had felt every spoken word she’d communicate with others forward and back in time. As far into the future as 2075 and back into the past time of 1997. Those who’d be chosen due to proximity or particular attention paid one way or the other would be gifted abilities. Some would come without protections for too long.
Daphne had spent hours of a workday reading minds and feeling soul’s emotions while understanding everyone to feel her inside them. Eventually, she’d realized a need to protect herself and those she’d heard God’s voice echo the thoughts of in her head protection from that awareness. Unfortunately, she’d not wiped those memories for anyone but herself. She had still no reason to be convinced it was real. Everyone lied.
Nobody said anything remotely near what they were thinking.
Her heart had hurt worse than anyone’s would. She’d felt the ache they all would feel to multitudes in the days following that Nexus, as was to be the way for the one who’d share their hearts connection with God to everyone.
She’d not realized the fog horns were repeating. Daphne had also left the crippling anxiety going far too long for the search to find Ace of Base’s “The Sign,” which would then prove to be the most gratifying sound to the ears of anyone. She simply hadn’t realized they wouldn’t know the song they were looking for if they didn’t know it well; which no one did anymore. The bitch had only turned off the anxiety portion of the mystery.
