Part 35: Third Playthrough - 4 AM

[MUSIC: Incense (Smoke & Honey)]



Venus is a suffocation of air and light, a midwest summer sun so punishing it feels like a dream.

A summer that never ends is hell. Nothing could be worse than being hot and sticky and surrounded by people who vaguely hate you forever. A wet timeless nightmare of cloudy light.

Venus reaches out to us. She has eyes to fly with and wings to see. As terrible as an angel, be afraid. That wing to see the truth and that eye to lay it bare.

We feel the heat on our skin and recoil. It wants something from us, a lot of things, maybe everything.

The devil is lonely. We kicked out the devil and it must miss us. It keeps begging to be let back, to let it in.

And Venus did.

Every wish of the eyes belongs to it. Nothing can escape this light.

But we do.

We can't feel the beat of the wings or the light of the eyes.

We can't be seen.

We chose to cover our faces.

And the devil only ever gets one moment.

For revenge, for love, for "please see me."

But there is nothing to fear when there is two against the devil.

Neptune brings the water. Her radio cackles and bubbles and foams at its sharpest edge.

Jupiter brings the storm. Her radio blares and shrieks and the weight of it shudders.

Our radios scream and crash against her and the devil is destroyed.