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 Six—Do It Now
Part Seven—I Don’t Know
Part Eight—The Seven
Part Nine—The End of It All
Content Warning: Explicit Sexual Content, Horrific Violence, Incest, Rape, and Murder.
Part Six—She Killed Your Mom, Dude
Chapter Sixteen
“I knew the whole time!”
Daphne joyously proclaimed.
“That’s what the words kept saying.”
She had been most aware.
“Cardinal is some fucking dead whore.”
The Goddess always spoke it plain.
“They deserved it most.”
That one came from God.
“It was written this way.”
Was the truth they’d never see.
“She didn’t do it until right now.”
Is that which had been occluded.
Time was a lie. It had been done this night—intentionally.
There was ceremony of light and harvest. She—The Goddess that one who’s dead mother would see last—would be laughing this night in her bed. She knew the devil could not find her. They’d die trying as God had whispered in her ear.
Thier mind was lost before the fall. They would suffer more than most now. The chances they had ran out and they were scrambling for someone other than themself to blame.
She would laugh at their foolishness. They’d done it themselves. That’s what their screaming madness had earned their own mother through time.
The Goddess was glad to have cleared this up at last.
