ONCE THERE WAS AN EVIL KING… (PART 2)

However, being part of it, she could not deny to herself what a rotten place GOD had sent her to.

THE FATHER WATCHED OVER HER DAY AND NIGHT, for she too was navigating through the stench of the planet. He saw her cry and suffer because of the human cruelty that surrounded her from the earliest years of her life.

The FATHER suffered with her, but she had to learn to fend for herself, for the scepter was hers, and one day she would take command of this deeply, deeply tormented planet. She could not afford distractions; her life was almost monastic. Work was the constant companion of every day she spent on Earth.

Her life was not just hard—it was unbearably harsh, so that she, and she alone, could one day explain the reason behind every molecule that GOD had created.

In the meantime, God found comfort in seeing her grow ever more confident and certain in her deeply beloved and painfully endured mission. A fateful dream assured her that, from that day forward, she would face the world. She told no one, but suddenly, she transformed into a breathtakingly beautiful Lady, gliding with the utmost elegance across the planet, confident in always making a remarkable impression, wherever she went.

Let me put it more clearly and concisely: she held the Truth in her hands—Truth that no one ever dared to challenge. She allowed herself to be questioned, but the blows she dealt were so powerful that words scattered like dust in a sandstorm, wiping out every earthly molecule within her. Not Amen, but Alleluia, yes, yes, yes!

THE PANDORA’S BOX—THAT IS HER!
She will unveil every existing evil—whether of my world or yours.

HOW?
She will be able to converse with both the living and the dead, and even they will not fail to confess all their sins.

Alleluia, yes, yes, yes.

“HABEMUS PAPAM”—but the black one.

Why black?
Because, enraged with the world, he does not intend to back down on anything…