Member-only story
Rock and Fire
A tale of destinies gone awry
Don’t worry. The liver is the only bodily organ that can regenerate itself. Did you know that? They did. They know everything — that’s one of their jobs. Mine too. Doesn’t mean it was their only option, mind. They could have magicked any of my other parts to serve as well. Spleen. Pancreas. Cock. Well, why not? They are gods, after all. Filthy gods, at that. Bestial buggers. But this isn’t their story. It’s mine — and yours.
Still, it’s an odd choice. Why the liver? Doesn’t that make them seem less divine? Like they’re just speeding up a natural process, rather than shaping the cosmos to their will? Isn’t that a mixed message to be giving?
Why make it the least impressive feat they could muster, if what they wanted was to stamp their authority, show who’s boss?
It had me puzzled. And though I say so myself, I’m as clever as any being that’s ever walked this earth. Not that I do much walking these days, you understand. I’ve had plenty of time to think it over, though. All eternity. Except for the five minutes of screaming fucking savage agony every day! You get used to that after an aeon or two, but it’s never the most productive time to put your thinking cap on.
The rest of the day, though, while my liver does its accelerated regeneration thing, there’s plenty of time…
