Who Did This to Us?

Who did this to us? Who made us? What are we for?

We’re for nothing. We were born to be destroyed. We’re offerings, that’s all.  But offerings to what? What purpose are we meant to serve?

The opposite of purpose. The mockery of purpose. But that’s the point.


Who did this to us?

Livia did it. Livia made it happen.

Livia was the author – our author. Livia made us happen – like this. Brought us together. Assembled us. Formed our collective. Gave us our names, our new names.


Who made us? What demon? What mocker? What hater? What monster?

Who made us like this? Who stretched us between heaven and hell?


Who made us capable of asking who made us?


Who did this to us?

Livia. Livia did it.

On purpose?

She knew, in her own way, what she served.

The devil?

God, in her own way. The divine plan, in her own way. Her demonism was her divinity. Her hatred was love.

That’s the sort of thing she’d say.


Livia Knew. She had an instinct. She assembled us. Like a team of superheroes.


Livia’s plan. Livia’s scheme. Livia’s machinations.


Livia served God. Livia was divine, not demonic. Or even in her demonism, she served God. Nothing happens without God wanting it. Not the slightest thing.