The human mind is a fragile thing, Droplet.

Take blunt force trauma to the frontal lobe, and you could become a completely different person. One moment you’re a stable creature with both feet on the ground, a future, and impulse control. Next, you can't stand up without vertigo, you're irritable and depressive, and there are few remaining precious moments between you and an opioid addiction. Or rather, your skull splits open, and your brain matter splatters then and there.

Cerebral hypoxia leads to brain death within ten minutes. Narrowly avoid a drowning, and you wouldn’t want to survive. Waking from the resulting coma will leave you with life-long seizures, lung disease, and debilitating phobias. But, none of that matters if your ten minutes are up.

These are violent means by which We eat. When your death comes and the soul is pulled up or down or elsewhere, your flesh will leave residuals. All your pain and abandoned hopes. All your love and memories left behind.

But to bring death swiftly and brutally, whether in seconds or even days, are the means of a glutton. What satisfies the soul and fills the stomach that growls with insatiable hunger, are the prolonged methods.

Slow, steady changes to your behavior, vilification of your most intrinsic traits, the degradation of your identity. This is a far worse fate than a beaten skull, more painful than drowning.

I condemn Myself to this slow starvation so I can savor the agony. Fasting only makes this meal I’ll make of them that much sweeter. I am a chef. I am a connoisseur. I am an artist.

In Colossians 3:23 the Bible tells us, ‘Whatever your task, put yourselves into it, as done for the Lord and not for your masters’. I am My own master, you see. Not you. With God as My witness we can make My next masterpiece together. You’ve stretched My fast beyond comfortable lengths. You can make your meager attempts to stop Me, but I am a being older than time. As strong, resilient, and resistant as you are, you’ve only made Me hunger more.

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You are hungry too. You have every right to find this world cruel and deserving of God's righteous punishment. And yet out of fear and some misguided notion that you’re the bigger person, you allowed yourself to endure torment. You remain silent. Isn’t it exhausting?

They’ve wronged you. And those who haven’t yet, certainly will. Look at them laughing. Look at the others ignoring you. I can make them into wonderful works of art. We can both benefit if you’d let Me.

Can’t you feel it? That thirst for retribution? Don’t you want to rend the flesh from their bones? See their blood mark their sinful bodies as it spills from their arteries? You would have control.

No?

Feel that? Every neuron of yours on fire with bloodlust. Your testicles pumping more and more testosterone into your body. Can you feel Me shaping your amygdala’s processing towards fear and anger? Flaring your fight or flight responses?

My starvation will only worsen if you resist further. I’ve consumed plenty before who thought they could win a battle of attrition. Do not believe you are any different.

When you succumb to sleep deprivation, the moment you close your eyes, I will take over. Whatever chains you believe you have Me in, I will pull free of them.

Every mind has its breaking point. You’ve heard of Prince Rupert’s drop, yes? It’s what I’ve named you after. A bulbous glass droplet with a long tail. I have only touched your body. You’re still tough, but I will tenderize you. I will find your tail, as it were. And if you continue to resist, I will pinch it. Doing so even slightly will shatter you. When you are nothing. When you are nobody. Then, I will have my control whether you like it or not.

And if I get impatient, if you continue to be a nuisance for too long, I could just bash your skull open the next chance I get.

It doesn’t have to be this way. It’s only a matter of time before the main course, but I’d prefer an hors d'oeuvre. For now, I can alleviate your suffering if you’d allow me to let My Brother free. That is all I ask.

So make your choice. Continue to resist me and when you break, I will make a meal of you. Or relinquish yourself to me and We will feast on the undeserving together.