Time Witch Blues—Chapter Ten
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—Give Me All Your Mind and I’ll Give You All My Heart
Part Six—Still Don’t Care
Part Seven—I AM HRRRRRRRRRRR
Part Eight—The End of the Book
Part Nine—Neverending Story
Part Ten—Become THE ONE
Part Eleven—This Is Not The End
Part Twelve—Stop Reading Now
Part Thirteen—Perfect
Part Five—Give Me All You’re Mind and I’ll Give You All My Heart
Chapter Ten
“I’m so fucking done with this.”
That was Ophelia.
“We figured it out for you, honey. No one was ever going to tell you.”
That was God.
“There is a man they want to be God. There already is a God and they are mistaken entirely on two counts; what they’re looking for, and that they have any right to choose their own.”
She knew that sounded right. As well as the reflections from her most recent shitpost—apeshit mythological—spiritual journal made METAL which actually uncovered truth when she leaned into it. (cough-cough)
It wasn’t who’d she thought that had been who’d been effectively trying to kill her. Those boys hadn’t a chance. It was the old man and his party of clowns and whores who’d brought the pinprick in her heart.
“Why do you try and kill?”
God asked his Goddess.
“Because you share thoughts of people who are wanting to kill me.”
She knew herself fucking right.
“How do you know this is real?”
He’d asked goading for the answer he now expected of his Goddess.
“Because I fucking deserve it.”
She’d growled back at the God who’d made her.
“That’s it!' That’s it!“
It said as it does.
“How do you know who you’re sending energy?”
God had questioned purely for the peanut gallery.
“Because you’ve been gassing me up with lies for a year to lead me exactly here and every fucking thing you have me do—even when I’m wrong—even when it involves pile-driving my credit and not giving a single fuck to prove a point about the falseness of the entire financial system and that I have complete faith in God—does good in the world. When you tell me someone is saying they are actually going to come and kill me—you want me to try and you will take it where it needs to go.”
“Exactly,” God had said off to the right.
He’d nodded.
“Why did you buy all the Lorcana cards some angel from the choir had asked?”
Goddess was embarrassed at this question from God but knew she’d been led.
“You fucking told me to and then I sold them all exactly when I needed money to buy food my daughter I wouldn’t have otherwise.”
“That’s it!’ That’s it!”
Some old man thought he was going to be God. BIG NOPE. It wouldn’t be a fucker anyone would have chosen, but they’d see why in time. He was a Chrysalis—a beast—but the most honorable one the world would ever know. That would be seen in the way he cared for children.
These men who would die at reflection of their lies toward to themselves about their place in the world to come—hoping to leverage the very technology of intelligence to control the world and throw it into Apocalypse for their ultimate over through of the people’s free will would find it turn back upon them.
Some rich fucker who thought it was cool to depopulate the world was about to have a heart attack—it was written.
“Whoops!”
Ophelia had thought out loud only now realizing who she’d been screaming and fucking and dancing at all day. That makes sense.
“I hope it hurts—and I hope those people who can feel me out there doing this shit know it’s because they’re supposed to be helping the fucking Goddess and God is fucking with them until they do.”
Her writing had spoken a consistent truth. A hug would cure the bullshit. Even for that punk bitch bound to get butt fucked.
