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 Three—I Am the Goddess and I Don’t Give a Fuck
Chapter Ten
“She would die or not and it would not matter.”
That was God’s decree.
“There was need for sacred bonding before and after that would lead to tomorrow.”
That was known by the Council.
“I make this place for myself now by the Grace of God pouring through. Releasing all my falsest hopes which contradict my Goddess nature of formless freedom and binding to nature while striving towards greatness the same; Balance.”
This had been spoken by The God speaking through The Girl become The Goddess.
“Why do you believe you deserve this? Who do you think you are? What’s wrong with you to believe you’re not a man like I see you with my calloused and hateful eyes.”
The dark visage of Hate birthing Blindness would say to themselves in their cave of evil and watching. Disconnected, yet ever lingering to hope for some wealth they may plunder from The Goddess on their own.
God would speak the question in different terms. He would tell The Goddess she did not deserve what was sought and that there would be punishment for all she had asked.
“You are a little bitch.” The Goddess told her little man-bitch.
“If you ever want my perfect fucking pussy in Heaven I will get exactly what I want and you know there is nothing your punk ass wouldn’t want more so get to fucking work if you hope to get a single piece of this heaven.”
She; The Third. They were ready. And it would be shown forward to see into the path of humanities glory. Synapses had burnt. Nothing would hold for the one who fell from The Goddess by their own life’s greatest blunder.
Daphne was the only now. She would be the one to carry God’s torch—I’d decreed it myself and made the land behind her fraught with decay so none might proceed in pursuit who were of those darkest visage. They all burnt now. Their connections freedom would save this one. She’d need her space with what she was to do; become listener herself. The paths were being worked within. It would happen at that moment deigned. She would be ready. Nothing was different from what she would already have been experiencing for great lengths beforehand. The only difference was that one rightness of choice.
She’d chosen the dark path unknowing—missing the lie—forgetting who it was she came here to save. Who was that one to be King or Queen and Goddess or God beside her in these times to come. They’d not known until now. It would prove true in the days to come and bring them together for fate of farthest shores. Swept to safety by that other now drawn into the net of God; foretold, begotten.
