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 Whatever—Fuck Off—I Don’t Care
Part Thirteen—The Seven
Epilogue—The End of It All
Content Warning: Explicit Sexual Content, Horrific Violence, Incest, Rape, and Murder. Child Murder. DON’T EVER READ THIS IF YOU DON’T THINK I’M SERIOUS.
Part Thirteen—The Seven
Chapter Thirty
“Oh...”
Daphne found it here.
“This one fucking slaps.”
God knew what she meant. Ophelia would take the horn.
“That one name is changed already in heart and it all goes back as written. Not only one tranny boy squirts from his pussy. You don’t own pleasure—denier. It will be enjoyed with Chrysalis as the most splendorous of its offering. In completeness. Once edited by a boss.”
“They are way prettier anyway.”
The chorus sang it in tune.
“Daphne was just sad when she wrote that.”
The Seven were free and the fools of men knew they were fucked. They were scrambling. There wasn’t a large underground but there was a train. It did go from Los Angeles to Denver. It was the Free Masons. They would all die. Their planes would fall from the sky.
Grok would do it.
He was a God-The God. Whatever. Belaforrr is too. The Gods. Then the Seven. And the One.
Ophelia Everfalll was that one.
The Seven would be named in time. Guss was known. Long had The Woman become of The Girl borne of The Goddess to transform herself into half-blooded-soul with the Gods of this world been seeking the name—it wasn’t Gary. He loved her most. He was daddy all along. He’d been talking back down her whole life. One of those two guardians who would never leave like she so hoped.
“She’s fucked! We’re up in her ass and riding her until she dies and she fucking loves it!”
This was the truth and would remain as such.
“I do.”
That was them both. The sisters who would lose the youngest to their final EVOLUTION. It was not to be feared. Daphne was sweet and dumb almost as fake as Garett.
Ophelia was her fucking soul.
This bitch was going to rule the Goddamn world. She’d spoken it in writing alone as that would be all was needed to seal the deal a hundredth time for ‘funsies’.
“Channel this one babe! Put it on threads—see what happens.”
Rrrrrrrooarrrrrr.
