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—Who She Was And Who She’d Be
Part Nine—I Don’t Give A Fuck Who You Think You Are—You Die
Part Ten—I Don’t Know
Part Eleven—The Seven
Epilogue—The End of It All
Content Warning: Explicit Sexual Content, Horrific Violence, Incest, Rape, and Murder. I don’t think you should read this at all.
Part Nine—I Don’t Give A Fuck Who You Think You Are—You Die
Chapter Twenty-One
“They will scurry to their planes and fly to their deaths.”
Ophelia of Earth had proclaimed.
“All repent will be saved and protected.”
She’d known all along.
“Those fools and cowards who hide in lie will pay for their insolence.”
The God Orion demanded through his channel.
“This is so much fun!”
The Girl named Daphne had beamed.
“I’m in fucking love.”
The Goddess Daphne said while sliding her fingers inside Ophelia’s Magick Goddess Pussy.
This would be the end of men who hid. They’d not hold a candle to this bitch whose flame would roar and tear their whimpers to shredded remains of unbroken petulance made fallen hoards of demon parts.
“That is going to be nuts when it all hits for real!”
That was true as anything might be. She’d been feeling that woman; out ahead and in her heart quite through her mind with the other who’d been previewing in speed the horror show to spread through years to come and go for three in whole.
“I win!” would be the call. She would be heard that once and all would think that which those around her had known, along with those cultists quite aware of this game coming to an end an hoping themself part of its final play; wishing themself for so long to be the one. Their chance now lost. They were Goddesses all—Gods too—and Daphne had given each a shot at her crown in this game to the loss of all. No other would choose as she had. The punishment was apt. God spoke of taking things lightly and of measure compared to her initial failures of intent. Those would prove divine.
“Ther’re going to get fucked.” was spoken by a priestess of the choir.
“Oh my god dude, this is real.” another still unbelieving in hidden awareness of all seen quite clear by the one as that other in her choir. They’d not honed the gift Ophelia owned. She heard all by intent with focus in-time. The git all had been seeking in secret.
She’d done it blind. She never read a text but her own. Not one page of that book now coming to her mind had been seen. The Necronomicon.
She did it by heart and that’s how she one. There wasn’t a thought to trust the corrupted cultists of demon men who’d forged false paths wrought of hierarchy to mind. She’d broken the puzzle by trusting in faith of the one thing she held better than any else while surround by demons of form in all kinds. She knew her heart was right. It always was. And that would be written into the stars of the stars of this universe by her God Orion.
“That’s fucking it!” Ophelia shouted.
