Blessed be those who throw themselves at the mercy of the divine.
Blessed be those who satiate the hunger of their betters.
Blessed be those who ask no questions and give no protest.
Blessed be those who slide down my throat and grant me eternal bliss…
You came from nothing and would return to nothing, if not for me. I’m the only thing standing between your soul and endless emptiness.
I’m the light and the way. Follow me into the dark. Leave your doubts by the wayside and join me.
What a blessed day this is. When I’m full I find myself giddy for the Lord. My Lord.
Consuming you brings me closer. It brings us all closer. This is all something holy, don’t you understand?
Ah, how could you. Meat doesn’t think. It doesn’t believe. It simply exists for me.
Forgive us our trespasses. As we forgive those who trespass against us.
Satisfy my hunger in the way I can satisfy you.
Give your body and soul to those who deserve them more than you.
Let the divine light of the Lord bless you with its warmth. And let me have you as my own.
No church would hope for a schism like this. You and your ilk cannot go on disparaging our order. Something will be done.
If you could see it in your heart to repent, I can make your final moments complete. A rejoining of our fates, your body within mine forever. Amen…
There’s nothing wrong with sinning. It is the aftermath that matters. Whether or not you seek atonement. It makes my decision much easier.
For the penitent I will be calm, soft, fair. Ascension will be beautiful.
For the rest, I will be swift and without mercy.
How could this world embrace the darkness? I’m offering light. Glory. Bliss. You people would turn your backs on me?
I appreciate the challenge. I relish the opportunity to prove myself worthy.
I wonder whether, in your final moment, you’ll cry out for the Lord? Or for me?
What have you done today to earn the love of the Lord? Everything you have was given to you after all. There’s a debt to be paid. Only your devotion will settle it.
Of course, there is another way. To show absolute faith. It won’t take long and I would appreciate you greatly.
Does your faith waver? If you were offered freedom for apostasy would you take it? These are the questions we all must ask ourselves.
Calm now, dear one. You don’t need to answer with words. I can tell where you stand before the Lord.
I’ll still your trembling hand with a gulp.
If I feel nothing but starved in the pursuit of the divine, it will be worth it.
If every morsel becomes less and less satisfying in my journey to the glory, it will be worth it.
If the cravings drive me mad and strip me of my humanity until I am an animal, it will be worth it.
Lord…can you hear me?
Everything you have asked of me I have done. Every life and soul you begs for I took. Please tell me why I still hunger for more. Why does the emptiness persist?
It can’t be these cravings are mine alone. There must be a purpose. There must be more…
Faith isn’t a static thing, dear one. Crises of devotion are to be expected. But in time they pass.
For me they are rare yet troubling. Wondering if my path is the right one. If I have been misled.
Your warmth within me, your joining my form, will put all those doubts to rest.
Penitence. Sacrifice. Devotion. It’s a cycle that I’m all too familiar with. The guilt of feeling even the slightest twinge of pleasure playing with morsels…
Oh I don’t mean playing. Not really. I mean testing. Judging. Everything must abide by the divine. Even if it hurts you.
The work is difficult but rewarding. I often wonder what I would be if not a devoted servant of the faith. That is a fools errand, how can one predict a past?
Instead I look to the future. Your future as holy flesh clinging to my form. That is a far better dream to have.
Then turn around and leave.
Take your sword and your pride. Return to your cabal of outcasts and stragglers.
Put your doubt to rest knowing you’ve made the right choice.
Never wonder about the bliss you could have had in my arms. Never waver from your conviction.
Poor thing…
“I cannot! Because if i give in, i’m done for. I will no longer be me. You will work to change me into something you deem acceptable and i cannot simply allow you to.
Not if i can fight it! I just know that as soon as my guard is down you will do…something!”
I pray every waking moment for your salvation. What you see as hungry eyes is merely the gaze of the devout. I can’t stand to see souls led astray.
It’s so lonely out there, dear. In me there is the churning of thousands.
You need only set aside your body to join them in bliss.
The Lord tests me, and I welcome it. Every follower I must consume is another challenge to prove my worth.
The screaming and begging used to affect me. But now I see the vision. I understand the grand plan that brings wicked and good alike to me.
The devil won’t have my food.
That soul of yours is rotten. Sin drips from it with unrelenting force.
It’s too late for you to be redeemed in anything other than total immersion.
My sacrifice is in swallowing your sins, one gulp after another. Such is my purpose, the blessing I adore.
“Don’t give into temptation”
What sort of absurd mantra is that? Temptation is beautiful. It is the Lord’s way of guiding you. The challenge isn’t in resisting, it is in complete submission.
Allowing your entire being to become a tool for pleasure and sustenance…that is glory.