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Prompt #56
If the world was going to end, what would you do with your last hour?
Find Miguel and bed him.
What?
Oh, now he's laughing, after not talking to me for months. What? Come, speak up.
No, no, what good would prayer be? Do you really think I could sway His decision with any last minute mumbling? Granted, there have been rather splendid deathbed conversions. And His mercy is infinite. I do believe that; at least in that my father raised me right.
But if it were Judgement Day, the resurrection of the flesh... that would be different. I mean, can you imagine the throngs of people on the Mount of Olives? That'd be quite the sight. And perhaps His host, with their hands full, would be less inclined to wave me through. Oh well, no matter.
I remember I was angry at Signorelli, positively incensed at his daubings in Orvieto. Impudent, that's what they were. No, no, your excellency, never a portrait of your august person; I am merely interested in archetypes, is all-... Horseshit. I recognize my portrait when I see it, and so did everybody else. Me, as Antichrist. Very amusing.
Where was I going with this. Oh yes, Last Things.
Easy. Find Miguel and bed him.
Find Miguel and bed him.
What?
Oh, now he's laughing, after not talking to me for months. What? Come, speak up.
No, no, what good would prayer be? Do you really think I could sway His decision with any last minute mumbling? Granted, there have been rather splendid deathbed conversions. And His mercy is infinite. I do believe that; at least in that my father raised me right.
But if it were Judgement Day, the resurrection of the flesh... that would be different. I mean, can you imagine the throngs of people on the Mount of Olives? That'd be quite the sight. And perhaps His host, with their hands full, would be less inclined to wave me through. Oh well, no matter.
I remember I was angry at Signorelli, positively incensed at his daubings in Orvieto. Impudent, that's what they were. No, no, your excellency, never a portrait of your august person; I am merely interested in archetypes, is all-... Horseshit. I recognize my portrait when I see it, and so did everybody else. Me, as Antichrist. Very amusing.
Where was I going with this. Oh yes, Last Things.
Easy. Find Miguel and bed him.