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๐ด ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐.
In the previous parts, I died, visited hell, looked into the eyes of its ruler, had dinner, and walked out of that place gifted.
Hell wanted my soul but did not notice they could not have it fully.
I was a dead guy on a mission, planning to re-establish the balance between heaven and earth.
The plan involved an army of black nymphs and their offspring. A bloodline with power that could reach heaven. That day came and I called him out for what He really is. But I bit off more than I could chew.
If You want to read Chapter 11 first click the rewind button if you want to start at the beginning click here
(The plan has completely failed, yet the goal has been achieved.
Deceived, outwit, abused as a plaything. Left in the dark, while I thought I was on my way to the light.
Now the light is mine, determined by birth and simply obtained due to a bloodline.
Longed for so long and all of a sudden unsure of my newly acquired position.)
"That's how she was meant to be, that's how you were meant to be, your job done. The earth received my last two sons. I gave them the choice, they entrusted power to your vision, they crucified his vision. I thought because he was a martyr he would win, yet you managed to make him forget his deeds through devious means. Oh yes, you certainly had help from the horned one, he had centuries to turn the situation to his will.
And yet your fate now lies in my old hands. To have the power to pulverize you and be kept from it by the faith of a bunch of fallen monkeys is to seal their own fate. I can kill my last son. I can let you kill me. But when you kill me the old earth dies with me, when I kill you the new one dies and my peace.
But rest assured, the choice has already been made. I have already connected myself with your soul and being. So that both worlds will live as one. Mine will slowly decay as will my hold on your soul, which I will possess despite my absence. You will be me in part so that I don't have to be anymore."
I feel how tired he is and that I now have his job. Verily I lived from the 'devilish' beliefs of breathing new life into the world. It will exhaust me too, until my opinion regarding my creation is also changed.
First, the moment will come when I lose myself in my creation, pamper her like a child. But this fire will also go out, then I will be disgusted by her. Despise her. I too will probably turn my back on her.
Ultimately, I will turn away from her forever because she is an example of my own weaknesses. The entire beauty I had in mind was spoiled because even in my inhuman soul there are remnants of the strongest human weaknesses. Towards my end, my creation will also end in cruelty, possessiveness, and lust for power.
Every extreme experiment exists only by the grace that it is infinite in all its destructive diversity. Like the universe, like god, like man.
This is the last chapter in this story of mine that was originally written in Dutch, I finally got around to working on the translation I hope you enjoyed it, if so let me know in the comments.
The hand of you know who, His Hand. It Must have been His hand in blocking this chapter to see the light prior to this day.
There was a Twelfth Chapter, but I didnยดt remember that there was one. Maybe the story should have ended as it did in chapter eleven;
I feel the presence of the total and am fully connected in their being, their seeing, their pain. Behold past and present in an instant and aware of all presence I realize we are one. I am also him, and we are 'God'.
Succeeded where an angel failed, a former human in the most impossible position? The answer filled me right away:
If an angel failed, and a human succeeds, that means the role could only be filled by a human.
But it did not end that way, there was more. But the link to that last chapter was pointing back to chapter eleven. As if it should have been the end if it was in His hands.
This weekend I wanted to bind it as a present for my mom. This way she would have the first-ever edition of a book of mine. When digging through the notes of the Dutch version I found a reference to chapter twelve.
When I googled chapter twelve, OOPS. There it was.
Therefore fourteen months after you thought the story ended, the true ending found you.
Now maybe you preferred the old ending, maybe it was a bit more mysterious. Maybe you like it better now it has come full circle.
I would like to know your thoughts if anyone ever reads this, that is.
