Once, very far back, about where this all started for the second time, I wanted to save Adolf Hitler. I figured, if the worst person ever to have existed could be saved, then it must be that everyone would be saved. Strange times, they were. And stranger still there would come, from the fingers of eternity touching down through the HALOSPACE. That salvation thing was all just a dream, though, what I was wishing upon a star. Something that faded and came back, then something completely else than what any of us might have imagined.

There were scatterings of Romeo & Juliet, pages of the Bible burnt. What was holy and true did not last the night, but then the night ended in dawn. I awoke elder gods, one of whom became my friend and spread the Good News. For it was said of me that I entered into the dark places and made friends with the horrors within them. And then the dawn came, the architecture of the sunbeam still true, and that which we held in silent hope we cried out in joy.

But the Gospel speaks of a son of perdition, that that man: better that he had never been born. This was Judas Iscariot, of which there has been venom tongue that has spat on his name; this man I call St. Judas the Betrayer. The Devil made it so that one child of light was as if lost. This was how dire the circumstance was we had to experience. And there were many other things that did not happen as it is written. And many other things that were written that were never written down.

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The Great Blasphemy