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Sage of the Forlorn Path's "I dream of angels" AKA my fav story ever

Date: 6/4/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Author: PolishCock, Rating: 78.6, Source: sexstories.com

Angel’s beautiful face. I opened my eyes and found myself hovering in space. I was completely naked, with the eye of God directly above me and the planet earth below me. “What is this?” I asked, looking up into the black hole as it eternally consumed the star around it. “The Source.” I heard Angel say, suddenly appearing before me. “As you so very fittingly called it, it is the eye of God, the Source, and the end of all reason. It is the point in which matter and energy exchange and life and un-life converge. This is the heart of everything, the space in which beginning and end are one in the same.” She said sweetly. “What’s going on?” I asked. “It’s time for you Marcus, the day has come when I can finally explain everything to you.” Angel said, floating over and embracing me with our naked bodies pressed together. “Tell me, do you know how souls are formed?” She whispered in my ear. I shook my head. “Through the thoughts and desires of the living. Through the instincts of animals and the wishes of mankind, souls are shaped within the Source and then meet their physical forms upon the birth of infants. Animals following their instincts to reproduce, parents dreaming of their developing child, and even loners with broken hearts wishing for the one to save them, they all shape the energy of the Source and turn it into souls for the next generation. All over the world, children are being born with their souls shaped by the thoughts of the people around them. Then when they ... die, their souls return to the Source.” Angel hummed. “So God doesn’t create life, humans and animals do? Then that means that every sentient being is basically a god. There is no God, only the people that shape the souls of the unborn.” I said. “Close, but not completely right.” Angel replied. She stopped talking, and slowly, we were pulled up into the fiery deluge and absorbed by the black hole in the center. Just like when I tried to kill myself, we found ourselves hovering in a vast spinning vortex of violet energy, stretching infinitely. “This is the other side, the afterlife that you believed in. Here, the souls of the dead rejoin the Source and become one, they fuse together into a single mind of limitless proportions. It is a sentience beyond comprehension, a collection of every thought, desire, instinct, and personality within life. In this sea, everyone is made whole, and you don’t know where the spirits around you end and you begin. This is God, the progenitor of life, it is us and we are it. It is the mother of us all, and the thoughts of the living are what impregnate it and allow it to give form to more life.” “So this is where you came from, this is how you came into existence.” I said sleepily, feeling so calm that I could barely form the words. “Yes, through your desires and wishes, I was formed. Before your cancer, when you were plagued by misery and depression, your subconscious dreamt up a being that would be able to cure you of your pain, the one person who ...