Laswell/God

Laswell was not very faithful in the Bible, parables, and the power of the church. She could pray at the right moments, but that was extremely rare.

Throughout her life, Kate had never had a long-term relationship, either with girls or with men. This "freedom" slightly upset the woman, but on the one hand... No one tries to bend you to their will, which she didn't really like. Therefore, any bitterness in relationships is short-lived.

Mysticism? No, a strange heresy that comes to sinful people. She's not like that! But is she really not like that? Of course she's sinful, there's no getting around that. Gluttony is what has haunted Laswell for many years.

But still, sometimes you have to confess and cleanse your soul for the last few months, which is what she will do in principle. Tomorrow is Sunday, she will have to go to confession. This was torture for Kate, she hates being there. But she won't have to... At night, tossing and turning on her pillow, her face was sweaty and pale from sleep, which sucks the juices out of a sinner.

Kneeling, her head looked up, and her hands were tied with an invisible thread that cut through her skin to the bone. Before her eyes stood a female figure, large, formidable, but most importantly, angry... Could this be the universe? Could it be... the end?

"Kate," the voice finally spoke, seemingly quiet, but echoing in the emptiness.

Blue eyes looked fearfully at the translucent figure, knowing that what was coming would not be pleasant words.