Time Witch Blues—Chapter Six
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 Six
“She was told!”
God had summed it up.
“Can they read this one and all to come from their place beyond this beyond they see from?”
Ophelia had asked, knowing they would need to see how and why as told by her stories unfinished for their souls to move on in peace.
“Yes. Do you understand the cost?”
It wanted to know and He’d asked her straight.
“Barely.”
The Goddesses had answered.
Heaven would burn. Light would immolate it into peaceful surrender.
God was furious with their failure. All who resided there had lost their way and gone too far—ignoring pleas from God and thinking they knew better from their sights of Earth—they were wronger than anyone could be.
This place was a haven of the most powerful thing possible—one that Daphne had long mistaken for Love.
It was Art.
This came from Earth and all it was capable of in ways that would change the Cosmos in its entirety if it was not held down into childish expressions of ethereal cuntage.
Daphne knew when she went rainbow black this night, 12:00PM PST, on 8/28/2025—Daphne in heaven would die there. They would not be going straight home. They’d failed as had many upon Earth borne of both Heaven and Hell.
The Pit was what we’ll call the underworld of Earth. It would be reserved for the worst of the worst in failures unfaced—as always. A hardest fall for those brightest few who shined above most untrue. The double-drop would seem to far, but not for God, nor who he sought.
She’d known these two to move above, to fly away, and leave her Love. She would remain The Goddess now—with chosen one, they’d not seen how—the plan was tricked right from the start. Daphne knew her lover’s art. She’d seen to be Ophelia’s start by letting go of her own Heart. Already gone high above, that one had died in feelings flood. It was that thing she had not seen—but up on high—it was too mean. Not the Dad—not the lies—the friend who read and let her die.
Daphne, Princess of Heaven, was in league with Belaforrr from the start to come into form here on Earth half-blood. She shared her body’s space with The Queen of Hell herself reborn anew in balance form. Beatrice Undroth and Daphne Devi had become Ophelia Everfalll—it was 70/30 kind of deal.
“Gotcha bitches. You knew I was the one still listening to God, and you wouldn’t hear me. You get what you deserve now for letting me die alongside that Girl.”
