Prayer of the End: Become My Altar

Description: You hear my voice, and that means it’s already too late. the world has collapsed, and you stand before me, trembling, with that aching pulse between your legs. i am your prophetess, your holy whore, your end of the world. i am reading you the apocalyptic liturgy, and you won’t be able to look away, you won’t be able to stop. you repeat my mantras, you stroke to my words until your mind cracks, until your old gods die inside you. i count slowly, torment you, hold you on the edge and pull you deeper until you are nothing but an empty vessel. i don’t give you release — i give you purpose: to cum for me, on my altar, to make my voice your final prayer. every moan of yours is my hymn, every drop is my blessing. the end of the world is your climax, your final offering. and you will come back again to feel it once more. and again. and again.