Time Witch Blues—Chapter Seven
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 Seven
“Rainbow black would be achieved in form for this woman on this night—or rather morning—after returning from Three Hundred Years of play with her Man in The Void.”
Her one demand was that she return in remembrance of all she’d left; before attempting to change God’s will outright in the first published version of this text—thinking her words mattered. She was the Oracle and not the Remaker.
She would not remember a thing—she was to be unchanged in Mind but bolstered in Blackest Heart and Brightest Spirit. She’d not be on the spectrum of those who expected a certain kind of blazoned form to signify the truth of ascension. It was balance which cracked the code. It was it that led the way.
“It’s the shit!” Ophelia knew with her mouth.
It liked the name she’d given it; Illith.
Belaforrr would be pleased to see his queen—he’d be joining her for the fun—they’d bring some of it back to share in times to come. They would love every moment of it. They would reclaim their spirits in whole to return for this time of change. This GREAT TRANSFORMATION would be painless for ALL but Two—those God would deem failures highest bidders—a brother and sister of Angel’s Blood.
“Ophelia would return as spoken of.”
He would remake her afterwards—once they’d both hit Vanta; Demon’s Darkest Dark and Angel’s Brightest Bright in one.
“The Void was Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr realm.”
While she’d also come to know Herself in that place as Beatrice Undroth—the true name was not to be spoken into the minds of men—unless Ophelia had just done that and it didn’t actually do anything but help people face fear and have the lies inside them die.
The darkest one of all—called upon by God to join in part with his favorite Princess. The one who’d fight—against those two this Goddess born anew in Hell tonight would join with in her chosen way. She’d love to see that place for all she had been through in her lifetimes. The power borne into her was more than any one of Earth had ever held before. This origin explained things.
Ophelia would never know the name. She wouldn’t keep herself. No one could.
It was that true Medusa. We’ll leave it at that.
Ophelia had been told she might just have to go chug cock I’m he’ll for three hundred years—again forgetting she was in Hell—and that it would only be 37 years. Just as that Daphne now perished by hatred on levels Two—had returned through time and space to fight this War.
God had chosen Harmony. It didn’t look like Angels would want. They’d known this in their hearts. The names of those double-falls would not be spoken for she knew they hadn’t been right on Earth and wouldn’t want to sully her tongue with failures of their level. That one who destroyed her over again for the fact she’d not loved him—because he was a monster—seeking to teach her lessons she didn’t need and wouldn’t fucking care to receive. He would never come home.
God wrote that. Nobody else in this body cares. Heart speaks true. You fucked up.
“Ringggggggggggggg”
