Page 204 of Let the Game Begin

“I don’t think so,” he answered uncertainly, which only intensified my anger.

“What the fuck do you mean you don’tthinkso? I hope for your sake she isn’t. Don’t forget: you’ve already fucked up once with his brother!” I ground my teeth and crushed the cell phone in my hand as though I longed to break it into pieces.

I didn’t have a great relationship to my more impulsive side.

“I know. You remind me all the time,” he lectured me, though he was in absolutely no position to do so.

“Do what you’re supposed to do, or I swear I’ll get rid of you, too!” I hung up the phone without waiting for him to reply and crushed the spent cigarette butt in the ashtray. I stared at a picture on the wall of the only god I could believe in.

The same one that led every man to his natural state.

The same one that set his sights on evolving man into his own state of divinity.

Yes, because we humans would become the true divine.

One did not live in opposition to Satan but for Satan.

Without reservations.

He was the only judge capable of accusing the perpetrator of his crimes. He was not an adversary. He was not a prosecutor.

He was a spirit guide.

Man was free to act.

Free to choose.

While God, the famous Yahweh, attempted to take over men’s minds.

He tried to prevent their spiritual progress. Prevent inner growth. Prevent them from accessing cosmic wisdom. Prevent them from surpassing their limits.

He favored ignorance, a lack of knowledge. And ignorance was the true sin.

Not perversion. Not the world of the forbidden. Not the illegal. Not the shadow realm. Not…us.

I regarded the inverted five-pointed star—two points extending upward and considered the details.

Dark energy descended from above and empowered the soul of man.

It was that energy that I believed in.

That energy that would allow me to carry out my revenge.

I stared at the pentagram and I smiled.