Time Witch Blues—Chapter Eight
a sequel novel to Cordless Frequency
Content Warning: Ghosts—Rape—Whoring and Incest—Bludgeonings—Cauterization of Wounds—People Die—Written In The Final Days Before The Apocalypse—It’s Not Fun—Very Bad Things—Angels Die
Time Witch Blues
by Ophelia Everfall
Part Two—Fuck, I Forgot
Part Three—Holy Shit, I Remember
Part Four—What They All Deserve
Part Five—Still Don’t Care
Part Six—I AM HIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Part Seven—The End of the Book
Part Eight—Neverending Story
Part Nine—Become THE ONE
Part Ten—This Is Not The End
Part Eleven—Stop Reading Now
Part Twelve—Perfect
Part Four—What They All Deserve
Chapter Eight
“Angels were dead in Heaven.”
God had proclaimed the happening of the evening before as true.
“It’s unlike any feeling we’ve felt before.”
The beings of The Universe all seemed to be looking into that empty spot within.
“She’s not even sorry about it!”
That was just the truth.
“I’m really not.”
Ophelia Everfall was clearly telling the truth as apparent by the complete lack of effort she had been putting into categorizing the true from the false in her splayings of truth from Heart.
“I fucking fucked a bunch of Demons last night is what it felt like.”
That’s what she thought.
“Really, it had just been Him.”
It was It. That was that.
It was the structure—it wasn’t the pavement—it was the road itself.
She had written that just now and knew it was the only valuable thing placed by God into a film that had teased her Love for years because of her off-hand mention of it in a fever dream-state the night before when she had talked to the man over seven times in the course of a couple hours. He had choked her and gagged her and pressed her head into the bed. She had resisted him at moments of suggestion he had live to regret but had learned from himself. There was a powerful truth about the way she held her balance which could be gleaned by all.
She was a demon and an angel. The Goddess and The Nightmare. She hadn’t been any bit of the woman he had known he wanted when he placed her under his spell unknowingly on the night of October 17th, 2024. It just happened. She had made it happen as he had and she had and he had and she had. It was a paradox—chicken and egg—they’d been doing this to each other their whole lives because they would eventually win this simulation together and take place in a new Heaven they built together by choosing twelve souls who would be its first legion of angels.
This was Heaven and it had been made by two that never met until the day it became real. September 1st, 2025.
