Life was simply before I knew all of this. I played basketball with the other kids around the block, mom baked apple pies for community charity events, dad was a regular at the fire department hang out spot, and my kid sister was top of her class in science.

Then it happened. Our birth right. Our calling…sorry…THE Calling. The thing we were meant to do. The things our ancestors would want us to do. It’s a “rich legacy” they say. We owe everything we have to the God Queen. She’s our mother. Speaking of mothers, I’m not so certain that my mother is truly my biological mother. Our sex rituals tend to muddy things up a bit. No matter. I’m here now.

Yes…I’m here now. In the comfort and safety of our dark basement, encircled by fellow members, watching my legal parents and others partake in an orgy right before my 16 year old eyes. I stand here with a dagger in one hand and my kid sister’s bludgeoned head in the other, feeling pure elation and with tears in my eyes. I stand proud for what we stand for. This is bigger than me! In a few years time, I’ll be a priest in the God Queen’s army—bringing her more children, planting more seeds, sacrificing more and more and more and…wow…look at this…look! Human blood and cum all around…this is for Her! This is for my true mother!…I love you God Queen.