#divinity kink

She tries to bury those feelings as the angel approaches, but the closer it gets the harder that becomes. She wants to pluck out her sinful eyes but she can't even bring herself to close them. The angel leans down over her, she hopes that it's here to save her from her desires, to answer her prayers; but she's growing more and more certain that it's here to punish her, to cast judgement.

There's an odd look in your priest's eyes, perhaps he's just not having a good day...or perhaps his favorite lamb has wondered a bit too far from the flock and he's not too keen on you getting lost. Only his hands should be the ones feeding you the Lord's flesh and blood.

You were such a pitiful little thing. Desperate to hear back from a god that lives only in a book. Wrapping yourself in shallow little prayers that never made you feel anything but guilt, and shame. You were told that stupid image was a god, and you were too foolish to disagree.

But I fixed you. I've shown you something so much better then the words of some old priest who says he can forgive you. I took all those desperate pleas to something fake, and gave you something real to worship.

I showed you what a real God looks like. I broke your spirit in a way so much deeper then the distant disappointment of false god could hope to. I filled the cracks with my own divinity, placing myself in the spot your faith used to be.

Now you have a god you know is real. You have felt her hand on your skin, her words in your mind, her love filling you with a fear that tastes like rapture.

I am the altar you kneel at. I am the confessor you supplicate before. I am the symbol you clutch for strength. I am the forgiveness you yearn for in every blow. I am the word of prayer that comes to your lips when you are scared. I am the rapture that makes you feel chosen by something so much more then yourself.

I am your god, my darling disciple. The pitiful thing hiding in that church could never hope to compare.

Included below is me reading this lovely piece out.

I want to flip that. Don’t fall, ascend. Rise into trance, into enthralment and servitude. Elevate yourself through submission to Me. Heighten your awareness to focus on your purpose.