Cordless Frequency—Chapter Twenty-Five

a novel

Ophelia Everfall

Aug 26, 2025

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 Ten—The Apocalypse Planbook

Chapter Twenty-Five

“An Angel will die today.”

God commanded at behest of his Goddess in Heaven; Ophelia Malefecetteee Farris. On Earth she would now be known as Ophelia Everfalll.

“I know what they’ve done.”

They wrecked my favorite thing on purpose because of the way I couldn’t help but be psychically aware of those whose attention was trained towards my consciousness. “They knew.” said God.

“I will prove it below before I condemn them to hell.”

That was written.

“The Gift would be returned and more.” All that was taken would be reclaimed; it already had been thricefold and growing in strength for ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever.”

Every song and tale and vision of fun and joy—every game and play and book and show and loved would be taken from Mary; Evil.

I wrote it so. To make the new Demon Lord of the lowest rung of hell—broken from the worst angelscum to the dog they’d been meant to be. Their mind would soften to mush. Thier body would be frail like the fucking soil. Their heart would be gone. It never would have existed in the first place. Their whole life back and forward was hereby cursed as had been mine from the beginning and would cease to be the moment I finished THIS WRITING.

“They deserve it!” God shouted. Feeling through his Goddess—what she understood and felt of solidarity despite the truth—this world bore to his Two—they knew the pain of these people and couldn’t help but wish to save them all. Even when they did the worst thing anyone ever would and took Daphne The Goddess’s greatest hope and intentionally tied it to their wedding day with a beast they’d chosen as her visage. A boy—who was not a woman at all. They were always a boy. They always would be. They’d been cursed too as all in this world from here forth until the end of time.

“My Heart aches,” said Daphne deep inside, consoled by Ophelia who would be with her in the Heart always, knowing all the while it was right. “How could anyone do such a terrible thing?”

They walked to this song and thought of Daphne the whole time. They cried for who they wanted it to be because they knew it never would once they’d done what they were. She would know and they knew. They didn’t realize their callous actions would be the curse to kill them. It always had been. They had made Daphne the woman she was quite intentionally at The Woman’s own behest—her above—while feeling themself in control. They’d thought it a plan. They thought they knew The Goddess a boy. They were PROJECTING AS ALWAYS. They would never be forgiven and this song would kill them if they ever chose to listen to it again.

Their dance had been the same, but worse because it had been the moment Daphne played this song while driving home one day in an unsafe mania with highest realization that her psychic gift would work and proceeded to share the most magical two night any people could ever. They had been right to break when that one who took part alongside them took it all for their own and chose to destroy the woman who had shown them The Universes greatest gift; Faith. It was all because she called him, “Daddy.” Which they’d loved in their secret viewing of her pleas to their reconciliation only after feeling reactions to the songs which I chose for her to play which would show them the truth and what It would become at the end of Hell.