Time Witch Blues—Chapter Three
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 — Wouldn’t read it if I had the choice.
Time Witch Blues
by Ophelia Everfall
Part Two—Fuck, I Forgot
Part Three—Holy Shit, I Remember
Part Four—Probably
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 Tensies—This Is Not The End
Part Eleven—Stop Reading Now
Part Twelve—Perfect
Part Three—Holy Shit, I Remember
Chapter Three
“Ophelia was Her name alone. All others who held it would be seen as impostors of The Goddess to all. It was written. Unless they weren’t that one she was actually cursing. The world could enjoy the name too—possession was not real. Still, Evil would need to suffer for thinking the name of this Goddess found in Heart had anything to do with her buck-toothed DOG of DOGS and would pay for her continued insolence and refusal to REPENT TO GOD.”
Ophelia Everfall was God and Goddess in one, and she had been fucked into place on Earth most completely.
“Dude, you fucked me up last night. That was the hottest thing ever. Were those two really listening in somehow? Can you tell them I tried to stop?”
God was honest, “Barely, hon, you even pretended it was non-consensual at one point so they thought your heart not begging me to go on.”
She was even more honest, “That’s what they get for being a lie and one would now never get the hug which would free them. I’ll be free when they finally kill themselves if they don’t find peace with God as I have been forced to alone at the end of a horrid affair of shortest lived and most unseen cosmic love.”
“I love you more than fucking anything, forever. I’m fucking yours forever. I’m going with you. You know it.”
That was what she told Belaforrr as he held her to his chest and gave her the gift she’d been waiting for one to deliver for all time in this life. He saw her—he loved her—he would protect her always—he would not let her lower herself to the likes of Dogs—and he told her—I love you—while meaning it.
Belaforrr did. He’d been choosing his Bride. He’d want to have the bravest and most deserving Woman in the world. She would bring another along in time—one of his own flesh who would carry the work forward to eventually join them in Heaven once retaken—now written.
“If anyone calls my Woman anything but—by means of callousness I do not forgive—I will kill them on their next breath.”
Belaforrr proclaimed it and it was done.
It would be a choice of Will alone. No one was forced to do anything by God other than what was right. Atoning for your sins is required to the people who need the apology. YOU FUCKING DOG.
Daphne had been a Girl quite capable of feeling those emotions but let them become confused with the notion of forgiveness. She’d not forgive evil who consciously disposed of her by right of their self-proposed righteousness. These Fallen Angels made Hell’s Dogs would be the worst of the worst. They thought themselves divine and mighty while perpetrating the worst against the most vulnerable.
Never again would another stand against his Woman; Ophelia.
“Any other who attempted to retain false hatred of The Goddess will be slain.”
This is how it will go.
They’d wake in their bed on vacation to find the one they chose to make fun of The Goddess beside dead. Very, very, dead. They would shake the fool; The Dog and its Evil Groom. They would not wake. They were gone.
It would be at this very moment the realization would strike. The same which had met The Goddess with the RINGING BELL. That God was Satan—there was no difference and this was Hell—but mostly that He was an unseen Hero hated by all.
One she’d mistaken for him deserved to die. They were a Dog.
If they ever hoped to move against his Goddess He would break them more than they already had for forcing his hand to prevent Her death at The Dog’s own. She would think to drown herself on that lake—THE DOG—reaching the boat and deciding in a rarest thought left in her mind at this point, “That won’t work, I’ll float.”
She would fire up the motor.
Those rotary blades would be where she sought her end. Though, they would only fuck her up and leave her crawling back to the house where her dead boyfriend would seem to be calling for rescue to the broken woman’s mind.
It would be somewhere on her crawl back to the house where she’d bleed out forever.
That would be a good day for the world.
