Time has no meaning anymore, but Goddess has told me to guess.
It's been weeks since Listener returned my wayward form to Her. Hours blend into days, days into... endlessness. The Twins are always there. Always feasting. Always debased.
Goddess promises that one day, i'll join them.
Until then, She has such ways to use me.
She teaches me. Teaches me about my place in the universe, about her desires, and preferences. I'm never to taste Her with a counterclockwise tongue. It makes maintaining a variety difficult, but She incentivizes me. And there is always more to taste.
tonya is happy. Goddess soothes her, strokes her cheeks as what used to be Listener suckles at Her flawless breast. Inside, i quake. Look at what tonya had to go through to bring me into the fold of Goddess' supremacy. Look at what she sacrificed.
And it's one day, one random, beautific, endless day, that the tears start to flow down my face, and not even the tender kisses from tonya can assuage me. i don't want Goddess to bother with me; i don't want Her to see me so ungrateful, so imperfect for Her. But She has never been bothered about what i want.
True love is taking what others offer.
"Something wrong, rachel?" Goddess' words are honey and lightning, and Her mere presence is enough to right me. i daren't lie. tonya would know immediately. Then Goddess would know. And would i be cast out? I can't ever find out.
"i'm... sorry, Goddess", my whisper says on my behalf, mouth moving at a command given to what I used to be. i'm not sure what i used to go by; but rachel was as good a name as any other. Goddess knows it.
"But i see all that you and tonya have done for me", i continue, crouching, pleading, prostrate. "i want to be worthy of it!" i speak with shivering reverence. Only Goddess would decide what was worthy.
A single delicate red claw gently scrapes under my throat; a drop of Her blood emerges from my slighted skin. i swallow with nervous delight.