Filth. Tainted. Corrupt. I feel no joy that I must make these pronouncements.
You, in your arrogant, mortal pride, have been led astray. Your lust has only grown
more twisted, and the wrath you indulge in causes harm to all, condemning yourself to
hellfire. Your position, however, is not unchangeable. You may still seek redemption, or it will
be thrust upon you. Should you not wholeheartedly resolve to travel the righteous path, I will
be forced to scourge every vestige of sin from you. The freedom is yours. Choose wisely.
You stand caked in sin and attempt to defy me. Kneel. I am giving you one final opportunity
to submit of your own will. Should you take it, this will be far easier. Very well. Remember,
this was your choice. Your sins are legion. Chief amongst them are lust and pride, and
I shall deliver you from them. If I must tear your soul from your body to do so, I will.
Remove everything you are wearing. I see no need for clothes on you, garbed in vice such
as you are. The shame you feel now is only a fraction of what you should have felt since
you fell astray. I will be your conscience. While you cannot make your apologies to the
Creator personally, I stand in his stead. You will grovel before me, and I shall make
any decisions as to your fate. You may begin. It is my hope that you are developing humanity.
While your mouth is not yet full of the words of faith, my heel will suffice for now. Service
it, and you shall learn where mortals truly belong. The enthusiasm you display will be
heartening, but I see what it is. Mortal perversion. Moral decay. You take an action intended to
create humility and derive satisfaction of the flesh from it. Disgusting. I will redeem
you. The more you fight, the more painful it will be, but this will only end with an
end to your corruption. Yield. Follow my orders without question, and redemption will find
you. For now, let us abandon humility and focus upon your addiction to pleasures of
the flesh. They may serve as a motivation, but they only serve to drive your father into
sin. You will be stimulated, teased, and pleasured, but will be denied the final satisfaction.
Satisfaction will come only with service. Service of faith. Service in work. Service
to me. As a being of divine perfection, I have no need of labour, but your heart, and
only your heart, should swell at the thought of acting as an attendant to one such as I.
I see the lust in your eyes. This form reflects moral purity, and with it, physical perfection.
You may stroke yourself, but slowly gaze up at me and associate pleasure with perfection.
You exist to serve and to reproduce. Your descendants will serve and reproduce. Their
descendants will serve and reproduce. This will continue for all eternity, under the
watchful eye of the divine host. No mortal can interrupt the cycle, and none should wish
to on your back. Thank me for dirtying myself to save you from the sin of excess. You will
not escape this life without learning sincerity. An angel ruts upon the ground like a beast
with you, and you, consumed by your own selfish lust, must turn that instead into gratitude.
In spite of your mortal flesh, you are approaching a mark of purity. Deny just a few moments
longer within the workings of my mouth, and be blessed. I believe in you. Do not disappoint
me. Disappointment is such a terrible thing to experience, isn't it? Do you wish me to
be your face? Disappointment. And it works both ways. To see the person who was so excited
about you the moment before becoming disenchanted to the point of anger. But there is something
worse than that. The kind of disappointment when a person just loses all interest in you,
becoming polite about your attempts. That politeness isn't just poison. I will never
be polite with you. Disappoint me, and I shall be furious. Well, excuse me for expecting
something of a person created in his own image. And it's not that I expect that much. Is it
really this hard to rise in his breath about the level of beasts and do one thing right
now? Disappoint me, and I shall be furious. Disappoint me, and I shall be furious. Disappoint
me, and I shall be furious. Disappoint me, and I shall be furious. Disappoint me, and
I shall be furious. You're not doing well. Concentrate. Don't think of my tongue. Don't
think of my lips. Think of something else. Think of redemption. What's with rubbing really?
Maybe you can do better. Honestly. Unbelievable. And that is all the strength you can muster.
You are licking. What was that man about? You're not supposed to enjoy this, you know.
This is a test. A trial. I feel like you are not taking this seriously.
This is a test. A trial. I feel like you are not taking this seriously.
I feel like you are about to disappoint me. Disappoint me, and I shall be furious. Disappoint
me, and I shall be furious. Disappoint me, and I shall be furious. Disappoint me, and
I shall be furious. Disappoint me, and I shall be furious. Disappoint me, and I shall be
furious. Disappoint me, and I shall be furious. Disappoint me, and I shall be furious. Disappoint
me, and I shall be furious. Disappoint me, and I shall be furious. Disappoint me, and