It Began with a Taste
It began with a taste, such a simple thing really.
It wasn't even anything exotic, just a piece of chocolate.
But there was something about it... Something unusual...
She had been thirteen at the time, her body just beginning to change from a child's form and into a woman's.
Perhaps that was the cause, perhaps it was simply fate and the chocolate was the catalyst available.
But that was the beginning.
After that first taste, that first wave of indescribable pleasure, the strange hunger began.
At first she just assumed it was for more chocolate, however a twist of chance caused her to be with an older boy in an empty stairwell at school during lunch, that odd moment in which she had been near him caused the hunger to bloom forth like a tidal wave.
She had surprised both of them with a kiss, then a deeper kiss, then he responded, then they pushed things as far as they could before the warning bell went off, but it had been plenty of time for them both to reach a state of ecstasy that she had never known existed.
It was better than the chocolate.
But in her moment of absolute release, she thought she had seen something out of the corner of her eye, heard something, but had seen nothing when she checked and dismissed it at first.
But then there had been another boy, and then another boy, and then a girl, and in all three moments of exploration she had gotten the impression that something, or someone was watching her performances, but she could not discern anything beyond that.
Then one day she found a strange book in the local library, a book she later suspected wasn't truly in that building's collection but had been placed there specifically for her.
The words were in a strange language that she didn't understand, but it called to her, and she grabbed it without bothering to check it out.
Later that night she had brought in one of her secret regulars, still clinging to the old morality, feeling a need to hide what she was from her family.
It was during this 'quiet' exploration of the hunger that the book revealed it's purpose, it had glowed with a strange light that drove them both on to greater and greater acts of depravity.
Then... When it seemed that they had done all that they could, their minds crazed by the light and by their mutual actions that their minds were overwhelmed by a voice.
That voice was a serpent slithering in grass, that voice was sugary delights, that voice was lust with syllables.
That was the voice of her strange mind-stalker, and that voice told them things, wonderful, horrible things.
Later when all was said and done, the pair found themselves covered in obscene symbols, marks of love, offerings of flesh given to the being who had given them such incredible pleasure.
They also discovered that their activities had gone completely unnoticed, but that dawn was approaching.
The dawn of a new day that would be a new beginning for the two of them.
Things moved swiftly as they worked their way through their contacts, first her circle was exposed, the guy's friends were also claimed, then they in turned proselytized to other's in their ways.
It had only taken a few weeks before the first meeting was held in the desert, under the light of the moon the group had truly been free to explore the depths of hedonism.
To honor, to revere, and give worship to the voice that had been whispering to them, urging them on.
It grew louder as they experienced each other's flesh, partook of more extreme acts, tasted the bounty of food brought to the celebration, drank deeply of the alcohol, tried the plethora of drugs, and discovered new sensations of both pleasure and pain.
Then... They collectively reached climax as the voice from beyond boomed through their very beings.
It spoke of the most depraved acts, it spoke of the strangest sights, it spoke of songs that would cause both orgasm and death, it spoke of a way to exist outside of the confines of a society that was already a dead man walking.
The girl, the girl that had started it all just by tasting a piece of good chocolate asked it a question.
"How?"
The voice had laughed, that laughter caused them to revel in pleasure and indescribable fear.
It was in that moment that the last doubts were gone and everyone knew that they were speaking to a God.
"Let me show you..." it spoke, and then began the revelations, revelations that the girl would later write down over a period of days.
Days in which she ignored the world around her, the concern of the family that no longer mattered, the fears of the adults in her school that had never done anything for her, even the cult that she had created.
Only the book mattered.
Then one day... the book was complete.
The title was simple, 'The Book of Divine Mysteries', and from her fevered, mortal memories were the things that the God had told her.
Not the God worshiped by the blind, by the sheep of the Abrahamic prophets.
No, this God was much older, and much more worthy of worship than that.
The girl then had copies made and gave them to the members of the Cult, fearing that they would be lost since she became acutely aware that the adults were talking about things.
About her so-called 'inappropriate dress', her strange vanishings, her whiplash behavior, the secrets she was keeping from them.
They said she was acting out, but that they were moving away since her mother got a different job and she could start a new leaf.
The girl knew what the move would really signify, it was time to spread out from beyond her old hometown.
She told the members of the Cult, the Cult without a name, that they needed to spread the Mysteries beyond Highland.
They agreed, no one questioned her, she was the leader, the High Priestess, no one even had to say it, they all instinctively followed her commands.
For it was her that had started all of this, the one that had been given the first book, the one that had questioned the God, the one that had written the second book, the Prophet of their religion both old and new.
As the moving van pulled out of the drive, the girl sat with the driver, her little sister having commandeered the backseat of her parents car for herself and her pseudo-fashionable clothes, the girl smiled, knowing that God's will would be done.
It was... destiny.
Her destiny.
"Every end is just a new beginning." She said to herself softly.
"Huh?" The driver grunted.
"Just talking to myself."
"Ok... uh Dora."
"It's Daria." She back to him as they sped out of Highland.
It was a name that would one day be known to everyone.
It was God's will after all.
"They just don't know it yet." God said in the softest of caressing whispers, sending waves of pleasure through her veins.
Daria glanced up and saw the new Lexus her father had bought and knew that soon that she would have to make an offering of one of them to God.
But that was in the near future, for now she just needed to reach her new home in Lawndale and begin her work, even as the others began theirs.
This truly was the beginning, the beginning of the new life of the High Priestess of the God with millions of names, the God of the Grove and the Alcohol, of Pleasures and Pains that the ignorant called Sin.
Unknown to her at the time, a girl in Lawndale woke up from a strange dream that she had had for the last few days.
It was a dream that she could never remember, but it always left her slick with sweat and filled with a strange ache.
But something told her that the ache would soon be filled...