Gaze upon my works and give over your affections…your love fuels the engines, bringing about that which cannot be stopped.
“I’ll show you,” she said one afternoon at her house. I had an erection and I was trying to hide it from her because she got angry when I called her attention to it.
“Show me,” I said, I had no idea what she was talking about. She was wearing tight jeans that showed the crack of her butt when she bent over her desktop computer. I looked at it longingly, I could imagine how smooth it must feel, like the rest of her.
“Look,” she stood straight up and grabbed at the collar of my shirt roughly enough to rip it in the middle; the sound reminded me that we could be ripping off each other’s clothes.
“Look at that shit, it’s genius,” Katrina said. I remember she had a look in her eyes that made her face almost scary. It made her round nose fierce, her full lips seductive.
She slapped me hard when she realized I wasn’t looking at the screen. “He’s doing this shit live, pay attention.”
The slap sent excitement through my body, it woke me up. “Do that shit again,” I said trying not to sound like I wanted it.
She slapped me again and pushed me away. “It is almost here. Can’t you feel him?” Katrina was reading from the computer. I saw over her shoulder that the webpage said “Illuminatos” on the top with the circular sign that was also Katrina’s tattoo next to it, and it was mostly blank except for the block of text that got longer as she read.
“You must feel him, you are here for his word, his instructions. The Angled One is mad. He is mad at the general disregard, the apathy we petty humans have shown him and he blames the blasphemers who cloak his legacy in fiction. He is very real and he can feel you who chant his name while you sleep. You have seen him, you have all seen him, recruiting and seizing the willing to grow stronger. He is angry, he needs more, we must feed him. Plant his sign deep in the minds of everyone you know, harken his return. For it is our belief that will raise him to this plane and if you have his favor, the world can be yours.”
Katrina turned to me, “have you seen him? Did I plant his sign deep inside you?” She grabbed me between my legs and squeezed hard. Though it hurt, when I screamed out it was a scream of pleasure and I ejaculated in her hand.
She slapped me again.
“Have you witnessed the true miracle? Have you been transformed as your reward for propagating his sign? Reach out to me, tell me of your blessings.” Katrina was completely delighted by what she reading, she laughed and called out her response, “yes I have, Enlightened One, I truly have.”
I wanted what she had, then I wouldn’t need her so bad. I could make some girl go batty over me and use her anyway I liked.
“I just get the tattoo?” I asked Katrina who was still lost in the words of the Enlightened One.
“You have to earn the sign. How many have you planted? None, you’re nothing.”
“What do I do?” I asked, maybe the Angled One could make me everything that I wasn’t. He could give me the confidence to go back to Rivers with my head high.
“Spread the sign. Bring truth to the blind.” She didn’t sound like herself at all. It was like she was possessed by that website or whoever was writing on it. She held out her hand to me. “Will you come with me?” She sounded crazy but there was part of me that understood that she was asking me to surrender myself to something dark, that had purple and gray tentacles and stole her away from me in my dreams. “We can go to him together.”
I took her hand and as we had sex, I caught visions of tentacles wrapping our bodies and squeezing us together, dragging us to the deep while we found ecstasy.
And when we were done, my mission was clear. My purpose was that of the Angled One, and my words, those of the Enlightened. I would propagate the sign, I would hail the return.
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