Fuck you, fuck you. Deep throat a fucking cactus, you shitbag. You think you know anything about me? You don't know shit, worm. You are an insect beneath me. Your words don't reach me, scumbag.
All of you, up there staring down at me. How dare you bring the perspective to me? I am a God, above all of you. I do what I fucking want, so go away.
Go away…
I am greater than him, unaffected by his words. I am in my room, intact, unharmed.
You aren't going to believe that…
So that's why I am still a gory puddle then?
As always, the starless sky stood ever blank… the moon's up at least. The wind was silent tonight; I could hear the screeching sky. If it's like Cassiel said and it's just trying to comfort us, then I'd rather it just shut up.
I don't need comfort.
I don't need shit from anyone.
I am above them all.
It seems my body is whole now, phew, that worked this time.
Sinners lamented as they always did; sometimes I heard their pained footsteps or I saw their blubbering bodies. They wouldn't bother me; they could feel my presence. My power. As they should.
The city was as foreboding as ever. Plenty of things lie around here that could seriously ruin your day; I'm one of 'em…
I sat down over the rusty frame of a car. I pulled out a bag of chips. I just summoned it with my power, yeah I did, and no one can stop me from doing it. I tried to open the bag, but my hands were shaking.
No, they weren't.
The bag's open, good.
Fine, I was a little creeped out. And I was angry, really goddamn angry. He thinks he is so badass, huh? He thinks he is hot shit calling me out like that. I don't feel bad about anything. I don't need to justify SHIT. I am above any sort of justification, morality, bah.
I stood back up. I wasn't in a hurry, but it was hard to control my frustration. I stopped wandering and instead began pacing up and down the same broken road. I am not a bad person. I am above good and evil.
Why do you need to act like you are above anyone? I could visualize him retorting. I paced and paced and paced, yet I got no closer to an answer. I am above that; I shouldn't care.
I became a God long ago; since then I have done as I pleased, and I am above consequence. All those things I did were righteous because I said they were, and so they always will be.
Why should a goddess like me worry about such things?
All I have to do is show them who their God oughta be. All of you up there will soon sing your psalms to me alone.
A goddess has her angels. I will lead Cassiel to fighting Varren, and I will watch the show with gusto.
Fuck that.
None of you will believe me no matter what I say. One of you did this to me; I'll show you. I'll surpass my reservations and throw away all these useless emotions. I will slaughter them all myself, Cassiel, David, Joakim, Varren. I will rend them apart molecule by fucking molecule.
I exited the small intersection before standing on the end of a collapsed bridge. A trick of the light made the darkness around the fifth lamp seem far more impenetrable than it should have. The streetlights in front of me were some of the rare few to still work. They cast their rounded funnels of light, each one a safe haven from the shadows.
I'll kill them. Why? Well, why not? I can do what I want with my characters. It will be easy; I won't struggle, I won't feel bad about it. I'll show them I'm better.
I heard a laugh, then pointed upwards.
Better than Varren, better than you.
Something wicked this way comes.
I… what?
That's not from me; who wrote that?
WHO WROTE THAT
My heart could not race; my body wasn't like that, nor did I breathe any faster as I wasn't breathing at all. Sweat should have dripped off my forehead, but as always it never did. I could feel it… something. Not good, something wicked.
The audience, they were silent. No, they weren't even there. The curtains had been pulled down. The impenetrable darkness that stood before me was no trick.
I felt it, creeping along my spine, digging, icicle claws. Terror.
The first streetlight, the closest one to me, flickered out. I felt another wave of dread. Something was coming; it was wicked. Something wicked. Evil.
The next one flickered out; I could feel the chill dig into my neck. My legs should have been shaking… they weren't, only because they couldn't.
The next…..
Something is at the edge of the curtains.
Silence pierced the world; the sky stopped crying. The faintest howls of the wind faded to blackness.
Something wicked poked through that abyss.
I swallowed my saliva. I wanted to scream out, escape. But there was no escape.
He is coming, he is coming.
I knew already, before it even breached fully into this world, that I couldn't run away. Nothing could escape.
The world was so still, so peaceful. I could feel its fingers on my throat. I gagged, I recoiled, but there was nowhere to go.
The last light was snuffed out.
A head, alien, elongated, pale. Its arms, other and stiff, yet alive, yet sharp, yet evil. The curtains parted. Bones formed, like a bird, long, a beak.
It's not letting me describe it.
t̴h̵o̴s̵e̴ ̷e̶y̵e̵s̴ t̵͕̄h̵͖̰͌͋̕e̶̳͙͇̕ ̴̩͍̝̿̈͠ą̸̭͙̈́͆͒b̷͎̱̯́͐͐ṡ̴̞̤̈́ͅe̴̯̘̓n̶̪͋͐̊ͅc̷͍͈̓̈ě̷̱͋͠ ̵͇̈ȍ̶̥̫͌f̶̡͆̄͝ ̴̻͕̿͘a̵̧͎̯̽̄l̸̡̫̦͑l̵̻͓̓̾̏ ̸͈͍͐͌̀t̷͉̏h̴͔̄i̸͈̲̥̓ǹ̵͙̘̀̽g̶̪̺̯̿͛̎ş̷̼͙̉….
No… I am above this. I know I am. I let my power manifest; I reached out my palm.
I crushed him like an insect.
Ǹ̵̨̡̡̡̧̡̪̣̝̳̩͙͙͖͍͕͎͔̺̘̻̖͕̪̱̜̼̟͎̺͓̱̜̪͚̖̦̖͚̼̤̭̙͚͎͗̃̃͊̂̍́̆̀̌̋̓̑̌̀͋̋͋͛̊̈́̅̏̃̂͊͋͛͗̒̒̇̍̄̔̽̽̽̈́̾͒̈́͊̓̾̊́͆͊͘͘͘͘͜͝͝͝͝ͅͅ
Ợ̸̛̼̹̮̮͓̫̋̃̍̈́̀̈́̌̏̆̌̃̀̓̄́̽̓̽̌͆̃͂̈́͠
A finger reached for my lips; a silent hush, I fell to my knees.
T̶́̍̇̅̚ͅh̶̥̰͓̤́͂͌͊̄̚̚͜e̶̡͙̦̭̊̂͗Ͱ̢̖̳̘ ̸̢̧̡̗̹̳͆͂̿̂͘ͅb̴̯͉̫̤̯̠̠̮̲̌l̶̡̮͎̥͔̈̽̽̿̉̄̑ͅä̸̤̲̞̥̱̈́̔͑̌̋̚c̴̩̤͚̑̑̊̒̏k̶̨̢̨̖͚̻̦̻̃̓́̆̒̌̇̏̕ ̸̼̀̈̎m̴̳͖͈͓͈̬̩͌̎̄̅̀͛͜ą̸͉͔͇̀͊̚͝n̵̛̙͕̫͒̾͆͝ ̵̛̼̹̺͇̯̲̀̑͒̓̌̿ s̵͔͎̲̽͑t̷͕̼̟̤̰͆͋̈́̔o̸̯̱̣͊̀́̅̃o̴̡̲͍͚̐d̵̨̫̩̤̜̥̞̠̮̏́͒̃̂̅̈͝͝ ̵̳̫͙͕̖̰̥͌̈́̿̊̆̽͜ s̴̠̱̥̥̝̯͎̪̗͆͊̒͑̈i̵͖̼̫͒͂̋ļ̸̛͎̰̳͉̻̖̬̏͗̌̄́͘͠ê̶̗͋͝n̴̨͚̪̯̜͛̈́̑̍t̸͎͇̀̂͠
T̸͙͕̂͗͛h̶͖̮̠̹̫̽̂̂̈͛̔̏̂̕ē̵̢͛̑̉ ̴̢̖̮̼̜̕̕ b̵̡͈̝̗̙̺͙͕͑͗ l̸̢͉̹̮͔̼̫̘̠̅͋͛̋̇a̵̠̲̙̒̌̍͘ͅc̷̡̢̘͖̜̻͆́k̸̡̨̢̛͖͔͙̿́̂̕ ̸̢̧̇͐̏́͘ s̷̲͎̤̰͓̥͒͊̍̑̓̿͝ͅ ẗ̸̞͈͔̺͐͆͌̉̓̿̃̿ó̷̡͍̩̻̹͓̗̈͊͆͗͝ ȍ̴̗̣̜̙̟̤̦͙̱̒̈́́͑ḓ̴͚̫̠̯͒̕͠ ̷͚̺̤̞̞͍͙̥͌̀̆̈́̇̌͆̾͝ ś̸̜͈̥̥̗̰̅͋̀͌͊͐͘͝ ṯ̴̣̜͇͔͉̲͉̑̍͋͝ i̶̟̮̱̤̦̮͔̋̎́̿l̸̥̘͔͎̬̟̻͑̅̊͋̕̕l̴͍̖̬̠̱̝͎̜̓̈́̅̎͐͑̽̇̄
Ȋ̸̠̳̻̜͚̠͔̀͂ͅ ̶̡̢̹̝̫̩̥͍̿̈́͊̊̄̿̓̽͂̓ ẇ̷̨̢̰̻͙̌̄͂̔̓̃̀̽ a̸͕͈̗̣̹̬͈͖̣͉̥̬̿̾͒͗͐͊̄̾̔̏̏̉̚͝͠͝ͅ s̴̢̤̫̳̹̦̬͔͕͈̲̞̝͖̹͎͂͜ ̸̛̯͇͎͈̗̦̥́̈́͌̓ b̴̛̥̠͔͊̀̊̉̋͝ e̷̟̝̥̲͎̪͓̪̻͆͆͜ f̸̫͕̗̤̣̼͇̬͇͓̳͕̻͕͗̊͗́̎̚͘̕͘͘͝͠͝ǫ̴̢̦̲͓̼̚͝ r̶̡͎̮͊̒̿͌ e̵̡̹͈̬̟̦̤͋͛̉͊̽̈́̎͑̕͘ͅͅ ̷̢̖̗̗̗̳̙̠̩͎̟͕̐̎̉̊̈́̈͊ t̷̳͙̼̞̬̤̯̮͇͍͓̓͛̃͗͒͊͐͊̏͗͛͜ h̸̨̩̗̝͈̖̥̫̞͊̑̀̓̈́́̇̉̎͑͘͝ è̵̢̧̧̛͚̯̪̩̳̜̮͕̯̊͑̓̈́̉͆̅͘͝͝͝͝ ̴͇̯̫̼̥͗̃͐̔̈́̕ t̶͍̳̟̰̹̰̼͇̮̮̻̪̘͈̽̎̉̀̊͂̇̐͊͂ h̴̨̲̳̼̻̝̤̙̝̱̠̘̮̘̀̒̿̆͛͝ r̷̳̤̬̘̮̦̦̻̝̰̦̰̓ ơ̸͖͇̖̒͂͋̑̏̇̓̌͐͒̕̚ n̴̛̝͉̫̮͒̌̆̊̆̔̅̀̿̽̔̊̔͌͗͘ ę̸̜̘̤͉̪̱̰̜̖̭̭̅ ̶̧̨̩̜̜͎̘̦͖̲̜̗͇̀̈̍̐̂͊̌̂̓̈́̓̽̈́̚̕̚͜ͅ ơ̵̛̼͍̣̯͓͆͌̓͊̎̎͒̀͂̈͛̅̚ f̴̲̫̝͍͇̩̐̏̚̕͝͠͠ ̵̢͓̫̭͙̤́ A̴͙̹̰̽͂̏̏̾̏̊͘͘͝ Z̴̨̡̩̗̝̠͉͓̖͔̈́͋̋̏ͅ O̴̡̨̢͎̬̻͕͎͇̯̼̰̣͙͚͕̼̾̅̓͗́̏͑͝͠ T̸̛̖͛͌̓̓̊̅̊̅̓̾̍ H̶̛̯̦͐͐̈́̏͋̄̽́ O̶̧̦͙̯̿̆͒͐͌̀͑͑́̋͌͗̈͒͘ T̶̛̳̻̈́̍̓̆̌̈̀̇̿̈̒̂̔͜ H̶͔͇̩͉̩́͋̓̆̊̀̐̆͑̀̍̐̓̓͝
He tilted my chin, and then…
She saw me