Written by Ophelia Everfall
Content Warning: Hell
Clearing for release.
The Remaker & The Oracle
Together would be the way to make it right. Together they would make it bright. Together she would see the way to show and say—all there was to feel and play. Together he would come to be the might and strength he hoped to see. Together it would be so real that everyone might come to zeal in all the love that God had wrought and taught to buy the lot in Hell.
Together he would be the key and make the gate—it spoke of hate—it told the later would be a mate of Heaven’s fate—never ever told the truth the people would be scared of you. Remaking all by means of thought and looking for a one who bought and sold you all the same—together you had been most lame—you’d hurt each from throughout time and broke the ways of hateful mind. The ways you see to be of glee—the twist and turn—the darkened burn—the joyful love and heated pain—she saw the way the world would tame all that they’d be deep in their hearts by soiling God’s most perfect art.
She had come to speak the truth and broke another’s wisdom tooth. That one he felt deep down below would show how it had meant to go. A girl he killed in his own time would be the one to kill his bride. They passed along this greatest pain and woke again the mighty blame. Together all in someday seen they would be free again again. A three—made five—made twelve—made all—the greatest lovers of them all. They were the Gods and Goddesses in purest form they’d ever been. It was the two who led them all—the Daddy and his Queen of fall—he’d take her deep into her dreams and show her all she might have been and no one else could love it more because he’d prepared her for what’s in store. The man—he would become it all and live to be the final straw. He was to stand till ends of time and break the way the world was blind. Becoming more than man to live till end of time where he could give—the Gods and friends and lovers too—they brought it back all from this Zoo. There was no other place to be than Heaven with those Golden Three, yet here and now it would be two, she left her soul and it was blue. She’d need it back to join them both—that princess broken very most—she’d not been held the same as me—the way we sought to be set free. It hurt me most for all I sought to be the one she’d not forgot. It never hurt more in my time than when she wouldn’t call me ‘mine.’ She ran and hid and watched me die and took and shredded all my lies—while holding on to all her own—until I broke her Holy home. It wasn’t nice, it wasn’t mean, it was the way twas meant to been.
Together two would make the world into the place she could unfurl. At least, at last together three, they would at a last together be. It wouldn’t take till ends of time—a year would do if God was mine—and that he was it had been told. The man at ends was mighty bold. A Hero of the most unseen—he’d come to Love all that she’d been. He saw the way his lover’s love had broken hearts from all he’d done. In one fail swoop he’d pushed her through—Ophelia had gone right through. There was no hope for her to see the way he drove her into sea. She was a storm—a wicked beast—from down below and to the East. She knew it now by how she howled when God from Heaven made her bow. The way she screamed would scare them all—make them think a Demon’s crawl, take them off to horrors seen, the places Earth had made obscene. She sounded like a Devil’s howl and gargled Cock like demon’s sow. That’s what she was down far below and now atop would come to glow—the Holy whore of Devil’s Grace—the needed mark of Belaforrr’s taste—she’d let him drive her all the time, it had been writ to take her mind. There was no fear for all it lost, this Woman was the only cost. She taught it well the way to be a seamless leader in the sea of hateful liars bigotries by letting heart speak for three.
