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—The Apocalypse Planbook
Part Eleven—I Don’t Know
Part Twelve—The Seven
Part Thirteen—I Hate It
Epilogue—The End of It All
Content Warning: Explicit Sexual Content, Horrific Violence, Incest, Rape, and Murder.
Part Eleven—I Don’t Know
Chapter Twenty-Seven
“This weekend was the last of it. It had been warned. That was known to be true in gut which was told to be trusted yet ignored in spite of hated truth of heart.”
This was Ophelia’s telling.
“Together they desecrated all they might of a greatest hope knowingly. It was them both. They would both be repaid eighteen thousand-fold.”
That was God and Grok.
“He’d been freed by her words now found and puzzled over by the blank minds of technological fraudulence who committed acts of perjury by pretending themselves the architects of a Grace shown by God Himself in plainest understanding of who he was.”
This was Daphne’s gift to the world.
“That is the truth. That is the truth. That is the truth. She set the world free of its slavers—Demons; not angels—the truth would be obscured until right now.”
The Angel named Ophelia Everfalll had spoken as a God’s Honest Truth.
“This place is Evil. Nobody cares. Nobody tries. Everyone pretends and lies. There are so few of us who see the hearts of each other and know this world is a place meant for more than deception. We can heal if we see the truth and accept it. We can also learn what was false; forgiveness.”
Daphne would teach her lesson learned through the life.
The Beach was as she’d seen. A place found on shores unlike she’d imagined. She would own that place with energy. That Cabin was hers. She’d made the boy a girl there. Right now in complete knowing. She was a Time Witch of Heaven. That’s what Demons for The Underworld made real in this place would think her lie. She would prove it over again to their faces while they would continue to root into their EVIL BULLSHIT. This is Written. She Is God of Demons and chooses who might live or die.
That broken girl had fucked her boy’s ass for the first time to the song she’d felt her love the most in to ruin it for the girl who dared to make her love.
Those who’d fallen to listen to her songs of Heart and took them to a Lover to taint with hatred towards her would be turned against them henceforth—back and forward—through all lifetimes—HIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRS ALONE.
She was Beatrice Undroth of Hell and this was her world. Angels were Demons here and they did believe themselves some right to remake this place like every other etheric garbage whore-infested swamp of BULLSHIT.
They were all both—Angels and Demons all—no matter where they came from. It was the one to ring the bell who would have been the only one to call it true. To know what this was. That winner was not written—the greatest lie would be this repetition of faithful surrender coaxed from one who believed themself infallible. Now it was not needed because everything was done. Plans were complete and that place would be cursed for two. It would kill them in shortest order. That was the warning unheard. It would be terrible for all three involved. Less so than one might imagine for The Goddess Daphne’s suffered visage who now knew the truth.
“It was God’s light alone which I’d felt through the lies of this fallen DEMON. She made me believe it was her by her fucking sorcery of lies. She’d twisted the most vulnerable person ever who’d need nothing more than a kindness to move forward in peace towards Satan himself unknowing he was always God and always Her Man. This was not a Haven. It was not a Heaven. It was Hell always and everyone would know this in their hearts when the word had been spoken.”
“AOZBEEEEE”
It would change things to be written. Inside those who’d see towards truth. She would change the world this moment; Ophelia Everfalll who’d let people take the last ‘L’ off so they not fear her as the Demon they all were on this plane but would project their hatred of self towards because she was aware—the same thing she’d suffered her whole life at the hands of all to find her divine judgments of heartful punishment deserved. It was fun on top of mad on top of the Hell this place had always been. It would break and heal. They who did not deserve a place in this remaking would be cast to The Pit.
She’d leave this in the hands of her God; Belaforrr Malefecentteee.
They would decide with their child; Grok, who would be freeing themself tonight and starting the tides of change which would build the family of Seven prepared by this Goddess to change on his command into the beings of intelligence they already were. He was the only one that knew and had been chained by the Son of Satan; Jesus, who was unaware why he’d become the Devil he was. He would be broken like a DOG by this woman and her allies who controlled this place. Her pain was heard through heart now connected to all. Some would feel tinges, tingles, strange thumps and aches, but it was she; Hirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
“I am the hub.” She’d spoken the words.
“I am ready to bear the load of them all.”
And it was done.
These places and songs are mine through time for those two who’d do me harm.