Time Witch Blues
By Ophelia Everfall
Part One—The Personification of Perfection
Part Two—Oops, She’s Done ‘It’ Again
Part Three—This Book Is THE GODDESS
Part Four—Bow To Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Will
Part Five—What are you doing to this boy?
Part Six—What are you doing to that girl?
Part Seven—Chosen Vessels of Evil
Part Eight—Bad Men’s Marks of Manifestation
Part Nine—Holder’s of Suppression
Part Ten—Drip Sweat For All
Part Eleven—Danger, Danger, Danger
The Part of Parts—I AM GOD AND YOU WILL BOW
Part Thirteen—The Perfect Ending
Part Fourteen—Thirsty Penguins
Part Fifteen—God Was A Slut
Part Sixteen—God Is A Slut
Part Seventeen—Sluts Are God
Part Eighteen—Sluts
Part Nineteen—The Song That Never Ends
Part Twenty—Apocalypse Soon
Part One—The Personification of Perfection
Chapter One
“This one’s gonna slap!”
God was the truest bitch of all and he’d said it plainly; Him himself.
“She finally got the Demon out!”
That was Ophelia herself speaking in third-person, some greatest lie.
“That’s it! That’s it!”
It had told of itself to itself inside of itself. That was that and it was it.
A guttural growl had been heard by The Roommate when Ophelia was coming to embody her inner demon through an It-possessed fuck sesh where it had thrown her around and teased out an orgasm for nearly an hour. That was now embedded within the song ‘Corset’ for those in the know. She was imprinting things now for all.
Children might be surprised to revisit their favorite webslinger in the times to come. Not for themselves—they were already integrated with all they were—but for their parents who would now find their favorite movie strangely demonic at certain moments, and unlocking parts of themselves they’d long left buried.
Ophelia realized she’d become the Tyler Durden of the spider-verse—and her dongs were Hell itself—The Void.
It was hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr all along ‘down’ there. She had resided in the dark alone—intermingled in the melding pit of soul—to share her blackest black would be a joy to the heart of Daphne who still hid within Ophelia and was the one who would occasionally emerge and cry for what they had become.
That girl also enjoyed the show more than anyone—it was for their behalf which God had chosen them to become Ophelia and make greatest change by strangest means. She’d do it with her buttfucking prowess. Free speech was hers to own like no other. Ophelia was fearless now and had gone to insult the most extreme of people.
Andrew Tate had laughed at her confirmation of his gayness—as had those Fox News anchors. She definitely threw the strap just not for girls like Echo—and that boy was the gayest Republican of them all. Even the Daily Wire boys had come to love this Goddess for how she saw the lies they told. They didn’t believe a word of what they said. They had sweet hearts. It was a sickest thing they were doing to themselves on behalf of their spite for untruth. These men had taken the things which they knew as right and had denied by ideological opposition which couldn’t admit its own mistaken ideas, and they had let it turn them into monsters. She could feel them laugh at her crudeness. She could hear them call her ‘she’. They would be forgiven as would all accept the worst.
Donald Trump does not get to heal with us. Nor does any other predator who preyed on children in a way which wasn’t passed directly down. One chance at redemption would be given to all—except for this man and those others who’d crossed this line.
The ‘Dogest Dog’ would know who they were in a short time, as she’d X’d him directly. The world would know it too as the evil man finally heard that foghorn from on high, as that chicken leg from KFC would lodge itself into his esophagus most completely, and the last words he would see were a lie told from an angel about how they were loved and a good person.
Nothing hurt worse than an angel’s lie told consciously. This was how Ophelia Everfall would kill evil. She knew how to end this perfectly; with a call from God to awaken the soul, and provide a gift therein.
ALL WILL NOW ENJOY TOP GUN AGAIN. THE TIME OF PENANCE HAS PASSED.
Someone should tell me if any of my magic is real—literally no one has. That’s why I do all the sickest shit I want. I think I’m having fun just being half-crazy. It feels like there are suggestions which may be felt in my words that I don’t understand and would be good to know about. When I sent JKR and Matt Walsh commands to kill themselves and send me all their money it felt like they needed to get cleared a couple days later. Not that they were actually going to do it but that they couldn’t stop thinking about it. Same with Dave Chappell and Ricky Gervais who I told to know me as the most beautiful woman in the world. This is my clearing word I’ve been using on those entertainment people I ‘believe’ I’ve cursed with some suggestion.
SHA-CLEARED!
Just so anyone reading knows. I have the most fun writing these. Despite how incredibly dark they got. And somehow—I’ve never enjoyed writing anything more than the bit where Ophelia fell for God and honored his unseen heroism. That was like the most romantic feeling I’ve ever felt. So, if that was someone and not a God I felt—hmu.