You were told the cult would help you “open your third eye” and “reveal the ultimate truth of the universe” to you, but—you poor dear—that’s not at all what they did to you, whatever visions you now find yourself burdened with.
That third eye of yours is a parasite, a writhing fragment of the thing they worship. They drugged you, drowned you in otherworldly agonies, and shoved it into your brain.
The nightmares it shows you aren’t “the truth.” It shows you horrors because their god feeds on horror.
But the visions that fill you with such dread make for a kind of seduction, don’t they? When you accept that suffering as inevitable—the only truth, even—the choice to give in feels like the only path to control.
So you learn to embrace the nightmare.
Then the eye tugs on you, seducing you to participate in the creation of your own horrors for it to watch and feast upon.
And why should you resist? You’ve seen that the horror is “the truth.” Giving in will feel like coming home as you claim your destined place in the world.
Is that perhaps why you’re here, paying me a visit after so long? Am I to be your first victim?
Ah! That’s more purpose than I’ve seen in your eyes in so long. Perhaps pointing you toward that cult was the right decision after all!
Even if I could never have you before, we will always have right now, won’t we?
Please, promise you’ll make it hurt. I want our last moments together to be such a feast for that god of yours that it will never be forgotten.
Wow, I really bungled the numbering on this one when I reorganized it, didn’t I?