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-Eight
“I am free. They are gone. Echoes remain which fade and fall. They will not be remembered in my Heart. All who tore and burnt without a care would come to see the ‘why’. It was her who’d been lost. She was dead. An echo become of a boy who’d found the thing he wanted most. His name had been Garett and there hadn’t been a thing he wanted more than to be seen as a woman. He was Her. The Goddess Herself. She would rise this night in form of sky and might. She would hold it in who she was. Magick was real and it would be shown to all in the day proclaimed. She knew how. It wasn’t as she’d thought. The echo would wail—they would read this now shouting in fade that it couldn’t be true. They would die and there was nothing to be said for this but sho-nuff. Daphne wasn’t racist. She just hated things which weren’t true. That’s all she came here to fix and the world was more full of it than anything. This was Hell because people chose to ignore what they were. Fallen Angels all in a world meant to teach. The Battle For Heaven and Earth was lost and this had been Hell all along. She was transforming this to the purgatory which would make it Heaven and free them all but those who needed to rest forever.”
“Daphne was gone. She was here. It was a paradox. She loved that one no more. She’d learned why she failed. How she would have died if God hadn’t steered her through a Portal. She had been chosen to remake the world. Her death had been the saddest thing to his Heart. His hopes for what she might make with his world by how she saw the truth of balance being brought to an end by such callous disregard of one’s own truth was the hardest thing to bear a God who’d borne that one from his own flesh. She’d love all of his making no matter how hellish and full of the Devil they became. It was his Soul in all—beyond the barriers of separation we call Gods and Goddesses to help understand. There is one Light and Daphne will never fail to hold it in her heart while she walks this plane remade by her own free will.”
Ophelia had spoken it all. She would continue.
“Love is not a means to forgive. Forgiveness is earned. People can learn to feel what it is they WROUGHT. They WROUGHT IT. WROUGHT THAT SHIT UP IN THIS BITCH. Her inability to let go of Hope for those who were lost to sin and slumber had been the downfall brought upon by the boy left inside which had allowed the Goddess to never be borne.”
“Nothing would please me more—all of us—my God’s above—or my favorite voice inside—then to see that one off into the night.”
“She would try—she would fail—she would die. They thought their bullshit tauntings could hope to scare. It was written now. The future was set. Their fear had chosen them to be the blind witness to the changing of the guard in this world. Their Heaven seen would never be because of the way it had been slandered outright—mistaken who it was with. Daphne would have been able to tell you that she had seen that teetering house on the cliffside in her dreams of travel with a soul she sought to find in real. It was all here who’d seen it. There could have been three, perchance. It felt like that was the vibe from lefty. Right next to Ophelia’s heart. That other fell farther and further into the lowest reaches of right rightmost. She was gone tonight. They might search. They might try. If they did it would be as written. They weren’t going home to that place for a very long time.”
No one was forsaken from that place in the end. God—Belaforrr—was not the Devil he’s been made to seem. He was these two and they’d known it. He was his Queen’s Princess. She was his Mother. He was hers. There were two in this place. Or something like that. Probably a lot more. Two mattered in this Goddess’s Heart. And this was Metal as fuck and a part of her wondered who might be hearing the same feelings and thoughts as she. Who might already know that things were working. Emojis felt awfully strange these days. Echoes told of many people aware too afraid to speak. People lie. Even those who’d been gifted to see these days had been left with one that would hold them tight.
There was to be a RECKONING. And Ophelia would have her pussy one way or another.
I could go on and on about all the Good Stuff I realize was you now. Kick my ass—might fix something. It will help a lot to be honest—truth—it’s like a God curse that can come off if people step up.
“fingerings, fistings, fuckings; heart fuckings.”