The subject has completed her Ascension, and has begun to progress into full acceptance of the God. I spent most of the day working with her, helping her to relearn the ways of imperfect humans. I admit to feeling a twinge of jealousy. She is becoming one with my God, while I remain sequestered in this body.
The next stage of the experiment shall proceed shortly. I believe I have selected well. The subject's figure, her hips in particular, seem well suited for child bearing. To all the world, it shall seem that we have eloped. We shall have to evade her old family, and to that end, I have made arrangements for us to flee to America, and selected a new name for us: "Marlowe."
My God has chosen me to be the father of a new species, a species of partially-Ascended beings, superior in every way to humans, born close to God. My blood shall mix with the Ichor of God, and we shall see if those spawned by our union are worthy, and then perhaps my God shall allow me to Ascend.
Is this some kind of fucking joke? I just... no. No, I refuse to accept this. This is insane. There's no way this can be real.