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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.
Can it?
Oh, Johnny, of course it's a joke. It's funny because it's true!
ReplyDeleteOf course, I couldn't be completely certain until I got a sample of your blood, which you were kind enough to provide for me on the night we met (along with some useful fireplace kindling). But after analyzing it, I knew that you indeed shared the bloodline.
Haven't you ever wondered about all those strange things that run in your family? The suicides? The dreams? The headaches? They're the result of the human mind attempting to cope with being connected to our watery friend. Call it what you will: EAT, Ichor, Salmacis... it makes no difference. I suppose you could be considered a kind of Indisen.
You should have seen the look on your sister's face when she read the diary. You especially should have seen the look on her face when I strangled her and mailed you the diary.
You see, Johnny, my Empress, the one people call "The Wooden Girl", was displeased when she learned of the existence of you hybrids. Just another of EAT's failed experiments, or something more? Whatever the case, she decreed that your bloodline be wiped from this world.
And it shall. But not until after I've had some fun.
Let the games begin.
The idea of a human mating with a water balloon is absolutely abhorrent to me. That image is never going to leave my head now. Thank you so much for that Johnny.
ReplyDeleteGod I need brain bleach.
I'll have to agree with the Bastard here, that is a disgusting image there, and I quite nearly lost my lunch when going over the images in my head.
ReplyDeleteHalf-camper. That really shouldn't be possible. But then again, i have seen similar experiments happen and succeed. But HALF? GODDAMMIT. I labored for god knows how many months and failed to make a 10% solution work, and this bastard makes a thing that's 50% Ichor? By mating a Camper with a human...
I'm glad I'm the only one that gets to see this. I don't know what my former colleagues would do if they caught wind of this...
Jester, I bid you luck and godspeed on your task. These things should not be left alive.
- Have a Nice Day
Huh I kind of assumed The Advisor was a good guy. And here he is advocating that Jester murder the protagonist and all of his family.
ReplyDeleteI misjudged you Advisor. Let's be friends.
If given enough time, EAT could breed into the population. Now, isn't THAT a terrifying thought?
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