My son’s wife recently had a baby. Well, he wasn’t exactly my son, he was just a worshipper of mine. But I call all of my believers my children. My son and I had known each other for some time, about sixteen years to be exact.
When I found him, he was lost and without a purpose. But it was I who gave him meaning and strength. His wife died during childbirth.
Now one might say that such a thing is unfortunate, but neither him nor I did any mourning. As you will see, this baby is part of something much bigger than my son, his wife, or even you.
It happened about a year ago. I told him to go to Saint Judas Hospital because I had some of my other children there, and it bore the namesake of a good man who had the sense to break free of Jesus Christ and his twisted teachings. My children were always there to do my bidding, and their time to shine had come. Here is my son’s account of the graduation of things that led to this ultimate revelation.
He was speeding along in his mid-sized sedan. His knuckles white with anticipation, he glanced at his wife every few seconds to make sure that she didn’t have the baby too soon. A single speed bump prompted her to bleed profusely, and this scared her. Of course, he assured her that this was typical and that she was going to be fine. Both lies, of course.
He rushed her into the hospital on a wheel chair. When he told the nurse that it was time for the rising, they knew exactly what he was talking about. His betrothed, however, did not and soon began to inquire. None of her concerns were addressed, and none of her questions were met with answers, all according to my plan.
She was moved into a hospital room. With a few words, my son summoned me into the room to witness the dawn of my rule. At that moment, I recognized all of my children who worked at the hospital, tending to this woman. These were the very people who would lead to her demise, unbeknownst to her. They were so excited knowing that the new world order was on the horizon. Sterilized and ready with a “Holy” Bible in hand, the doctor walked in.
The reason I say “Holy” is because it wasn’t really holy. It was a book written by me, filled with my teachings and all of the proper spiritual rituals to allow one of my children to manifest my power. A few switches were flicked, and the genesis of my age began.
The nurses were the ones who actually delivered the baby. The doctor was ironically the one who held the most knowledge of my rituals and my word, so he read the words aloud in the small candlelit room. They had also managed to make pentagrams on the floor and wall to further channel my energy into the woman’s womb, filling her fetus with my prophecy and purpose.
The woman’s belly started to bulge. My beautiful creation started to kick and scratch at the wall of her urethra, spiraling her into a frenzied, painful panic. I feel fit to call it my creation because had to wait nine long months for this woman’s fertilized egg to become my flesh and blood child. My child tore her belly open, sending a spray of thick blood all over her hospital gown.
When the nurse carried her to clean her off, I got a good look at her. Out of all of my thousands of years observing god’s sick experiments he calls “life” and “divine creation”, I can truly say that she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my relatively long life. Fresh amniotic fluid washed over her horns, and her deep crimson skin made her bright green eyes pop.
My children’s tasks were done. My true child knew what to do. She ate them all alive, including the man that had helped bring her into this world. The very man who was her biological father, but this is so much greater than him. I named her Lucy so she can bear the glory of my name in a feminine form.
Upon a prayer to me, I hid her horns and changed the hue of her skin until I have enough power to vanquish the secular order of things. I also gave her the knowledge and appearance of a twenty-five year old white woman so she can gain a high position of power. Her walking out of the hospital room looked normal, besides the lights casting a hue of red due to the blood all over the walls of the hallway.
The day of reckoning will come in mere months. As for you Christians, you are all deluded fools following a god who is vastly overpowered by the likes of me and my army. As for my children, none of you mean anything to me now that Lucy is born.
You won’t know she’s my daughter. You won’t even know her real name is Lucy. Together, her and I will enslave all humans on earth. I’ll wrap this up now, because I see you’re getting worried, maybe even offended or disturbed. Don’t bother trying to give yourself peace of mind, though. When you think of other, happy, things I will be watching you, personally orchestrating your endless agony and torture.