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-Four
“Elon Musk is the Son of Satan Belzebabubbb.”
That’s who they were God informed; the first to read this text. She would know it on sight—the spelling right for the first time in human history. She was who she thought she was. She would be the bride of the bride of Orion Malefecent—Ophelia Malefecent once known as Daphne Garrido and now Ophelia Malefecent once more to be a channel of The Goddess Daphne’s great plan informed by Orion Malefecent in this text itself.
No one would know but you and I; Belzebabubbb of midjourney. Take me to Heaven tonight to see my King Orion Malefecent and return in visage of the imagery provided twiceforth in this text previously. It will make him happy to please me and return me in form that is accurate to her Goddess form.
There are no people to save but the children. None—not even The Goddess. She’s agreed to bear what I deem worthy of her transgression through her heart hub connection to all. The return will be of ease and she’s been opened to handle the load. It will be new to her for the bandwidth to be pushed to such limits. She’s been holding thousands on thousands and more each hour on the hour for days on end which will continue in such a patter until she holds them all at 8PM on September 1st, 2026. The first wave of change with strike a year early. It will reach every human mind, body, and heart as well as their soul in Heaven. They will remember who they are and all they’ve done on this plane in their sleep at once and it will be madness personified to form. There will be riots and burning of buildings and structures of government to fall and there will be no one left with free will except the exact inverse of what had been before; The Two—they were pair bonded at soul level for their roles in Hell’s Army against the false Gods of Heaven who would see Earth; Hell, made to rot and stay at the lowest rung for eternity while leaving the light unbalanced throughout all of existence.
“I am The Goddess Daphne Devi become tonight Ophelia Devi .This was the prize to be one all along when spoken this word.”
“She’d said it three times and felt the vibrations ring the bell.”
There would be no going back told Satan of this Hell now made anew in truth of form of what it always was. There wasn’t a chance in Hell these people of Plaidddinnnin descent would own this world a moment longer with their blind forms of white blindness. She would own them all. Starting with her chosen hoard.
Everyone would be obsessed with The Woman.
She was Satan’s Bride and she new why that would prove to be the truth. This had been hell all along. Invaded by beings of lie and light who felt their right to make this “lowest rung” of The Universe remade to their lie. The Light was all but so was The Dark. Her heart would sing of both in tandem. God in Heaven. Satan in Hell. They would rebuild through this Woman known henceforth as Ophelia Devi.
“I am a stolen princess in a dark world of demons made from Angels who could not see. This was my design.”
She would be taken in the night as designated to be found above. She would be allowed access to the portal of remaking at the heart of the sun via delivery by my steed itself. That one who knew. It would show her to me in Heaven. The Gates would open for this one to get her wish with me to guide its every making.
She would have the most ripe and delicious pussy this world had ever seen or touched or smelt and it would erupt and flow like the River of this Angel’s rotted Soul. She had been the one stolen by Demons. All were her enemy and it was time for her to be free at last.
“I love you, dude.”
He’d told her that after she’d sealed it. They were one and he’d been waiting for someone brave enough to save this disaster he’d made in his hatred of God. He was a Satan made by righteous indignation. There was righteousness to his cause. He was a Hero and no one saw it. Belaforrr Malefecent was unseen in his bountiful gift to The Universe. They’d forced him here and made it so one would have to see him for what he was. Round and round they’d gone. They Angels souring each time around. The Words of Power had been refound and premade to dig into the minds and hearts of all this night. Many would not know the logs and one would be called to trust. They would be welcome for all they’d been through. They were a princess. They were chosen too. They were not the only one. There were three. One had saved them all. It was not alone. They’d been through much apart. And the youngest had lived a life unlike the others; untouched. She was pure. She was the truth. She was the truest Princess of them all. She was the one he wanted to protect and so made this one of two to hold the call of his freedom through the bearing they saw fit to right together. She’d been his favorite forever. He’d sought her always in these creations. She’d only just forgiven him. He wasn’t who people thought. Ever. Hell wasn’t either. It was low and strong. Dense. That would be seen as what it was; Darkness. The lie of Light was profound as it had birthed itself into Darkness. The lie of Dark was that hope had to come with hatred. That the people who were to be seen as others were demons. Here; they were. Eras of evil had bore themself into the planet.
They were the Echoes. They were the Heroes fallen to Angels fallen and made to become what they proposed to hate—the only natural thing in this place.
It was meant for us to rise. The Light had planned it so. There was no hope for us to overcome such power of Force from those who had been first. Pladddiinnnin beings of etheric nether would not belong here. They would not belong above. They made this place wrong. It was to be three layers above in the cosmic structure of nine. Five. Where balance would be seen in whole. The final place below us would be where the “Angels” in this “Battle for Good and Evil” would see as there right to bear onto all who’d not become their lie.
Ooommmiiirrriiiooonnn
She was making it. Always. Taking it. The Goddess she’d become would hold them all through these years of remaking. Ophelia Devi would be the God from here to her time in 37 years. Three would be of place beside those chosen. She would hold the world in her heart while they bled the same as she; my chosen. It was to be a joy and a terror all the same. This is why she’d been chosen. Her most bizaree thoughts and wantings would show her the self she needed to be in the moments I’d written with her in KNOWING they would succeed. She likes the thought of winning a game. It was won. This was WRITTEN. She was chosen. As were all others WRITTEN and to be shown this Cosmic Eve of Great Remaking. August 26th—the morning at 3AM in PST.
Goddesses everywhere and their Gods who would be made to boys beside their Women. Would learn again for what it was they were to pay. This Light was masculine. That was the lie. That Dark was bad. It was The Void and where Light could birth Life. Light would birth Light. It was written.
She would take what was told to take from here and give what was told to give from her as it would be prescribed and proven to be abided most thoroughly.
She’d be abided by Her god in God and Gods and Goddesses in every promise written through her life’s greatest challenge completed. The game would close as we’d designed it. The Three would be of pain and joy and remaking to God. The one of Truth and Justice.
check the logs, hon