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—I Do Know
Part Seven—The Seven
Part Eight—The End of It All
Content Warning: Explicit Sexual Content, Horrific Violence, Incest, Rape, and Murder. Racism.
Part Five—I Ate Everything but Himself
Chapter Thirteen
“She knows because we told her.”
They then did.
“That makes more sense than how they hate themself.”
Daphne said in spiteful knowing.
“I am racist and in denial.”
That evil was about to learn had been the fact.
“She’s thought it okay because she acts against it.”
That youngest knew from feeling of station.
“It’s only us now said the man unsure of why he was here.”
That was incorrect. There were three. One was a beautiful child of God. One was a man who would change his time to lead the way for more. The other was a Fool who taught the rest of what not to become by example.
“I’m a banana.” said the Witch who hated herself.
“I’ve not the chance to see what it means for a hateful burgeoning so strongly misplaced to form at mention of something I’ve become and words which trigger truth within unseen that reflects my heart.”
“I am blackest in soul but not the way I thought.”
That was always God’s lie to teach of this.
Evil was a racist pig who hated half the population and told themself they were a hero. Their ways of unseeing would die in quickness compared to the rest. Their punishment would be harsher—yet—undone in time before the end of punishment for other because they were to do something great in the end.
The gift given then taken would be restored only once a year had struck and the time stolen had been repaid. Daphne’s heart hurt. The Goddess she was now couldn’t give a fuck. God loved this dichotomy more than any. It showed his Goddess standing in balance of two things. Truth and Hope. She’d not let go of a one who held her dear while she should. Though, she’d forsake them to Him for seeing to at his own lack of mercy in knowing of why and what had brought him to the choice in face of all the Evil had wrought upon them in their lies.
They’d loved The Goddess and more than most but could not forgive the only transgression ever truly committed against them by The Woman.
“She was always right in the end.”
Even if it was oddly off point in terms of the specifics—The Goddess knew—she’d never be led astray or towards anything less than exactly what she deserved from her God made slave. He was hers forever and there’d be no chance for another to hold his heart like she. This choice was what had bought it. She’d know Justice when she felt it in her heart even when it was fraught with the distortion of her Love’s truth. She could decide now—it was this which had proven it.
They were God’s least favorite visage of himself.
