He bites you and *fuck*. Your blood starts to burn. You can feel it, racing through your veins. Through your (text-style: "shudder")[heart]. Your vision is (text-style: "blurrier")[blurring].
[[>>>|turning_01]]Is he still here? Has he left? You cannot tell. It doesn't matter either way. Your whole body feels like it's burning. This must be it: proof that you were wrong. Hell must exist because you are suffering there right now. And you will continue to suffer here forever.
[[>>>|turning_02]]How long must you (text-style: "smear")[burn]?
[[forever|turning_03]](text-style: "blur")[How long must you burn?]
[[forever|turning_04]](text-style: "blurrier")[How long must you burn?]
[[forever|turning_05]](text-style: "blurrier")[How long is forever?]
[[forever|turning_06]](text-style: "blurrier")[But there's a light. The burning is not gone, but there is a light.]
[[>>>|turning_07]]It's brighter now. The searing pain in your veins is not going away. Is it getting more unbearable? How is that possible? You can only bite your tongue and try not to scream.
[[>>>|turning_08]]There's a warmth. How can anything feel warm while you burn? It doesn't make sense.
There is a voice.
[[listen|turning_09]]
[[run|run_00]](set: $giveIn to false)"You do not have to become a monster, my Child."
*What the fuck does that mean?*
"Take my hand and be healed."
(text-style: "strike")[Someone] something is holding out their hand to you.
[[take its hand|dying_00]]
[[don't|turning_10]]
[[run|run_00]]You reach out to touch its hand. *FUCK!* You thought you were burning before.
"It's okay, my Child. I am healing you."
It hurts so much, *so fucking much*. Your vision has gone from all black to all white. You are blinded by this power.
[[>>>|dying_01]]
[[run|run_00]](set: $giveIn to true)"That *is* a shame. You could have spared yourself some pain."
The burning is more intense.
[[FIGHT GOD|turning_11]]
[[GIVE IN|dying_04]]
[[run|run_00]]"You may rest now." The burning has stopped. You sit there, recovering for minutes, hours, days, eons.
[["thank you"|dying_02]]
[["may I go?""|dying_03]]
[[run|run_00]]"For what, my Child?"
[[>>>|dying_03]]
[[run|run_00]]"You must pay for your sins."
*What the hell?*
"Did you mistake my Grace for forgiveness?"
[[No...|turning_11]]
[[It is what I deserve|dying_04]]
[[run|run_00]]You lunge at Him, despite your pain.
"Foolish, ungrateful Child, you are not mine! I reject you!"
He is weak. You are thirsty. Your teeth are aching, aching. Aching to bite, to rip, to tear.
[[KILL GOD|turning_12]]
[[STOP|dying_04]]
[[run|run_00]]He is not strong enough to fight you off. You sink your teeth into his neck and pull from him.
He has stopped moving. He is empty.
His blood is powerful and you are full of Him.
You feel a pull, through the darkness.
[[follow|turning_13]]He smiles at you.
(if: $giveIn is true)["You are making the right choice. I am sorry it had to be this way, my Child."] (else:)["I am sorry it had to be this way, my Child."]
He almost fools you.
The searing pain returns
and it never goes away.
[[...|end]]You gather your strength. You run. Run as far away from the light as you can.
It's getting darker.
Even darker.
You can't see anything at all.
And then,
You can.
It's red.
Everything is red.
And you are thirsty.
"My child, you have been reborn."
*Who the fuck is this?*
"I have made you in my image. You are perfect. Now, drink."
He tips a cup back and you feel the warm blood splash on your face.
You lap it up like a good bitch.
It is life.
Blood is life.
You are so parched.
[[...|end]]It's getting darker.
Even darker.
You can't see anything at all.
And then,
You can.
It's red.
Everything is red.
And you are thirsty.
"My child, what have you done? What have you done to Him?"
You were thirsty and he was weak.
"You cannot have killed Him. How?"
It was easy.
"What have you done?"
Why is he so horrified.
"You have killed God. It shouldn't be possible."
God is not dead. You are God. You are full of him.
"You have no idea what consequences you will face for this, my child."
How can you ever face consequences? You are the arbiter of justice, are you not?
It does not matter. Is he strong?
"Please, my child. Don't do this."
He is not. He tastes vile. But this body, on the floor. It is warm and sweet.
You drink.
It is ecstacy.
[[...|end]]the end.
↶↷He bites you and fuck. Your blood starts to burn. You can feel it, racing through your veins. Through your heart. Your vision is blurring.
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