Divine Revelation, Demonic Obsession

I woke in a pool of blood, a bloody knife clutched in my hand, while three voices sounded in my mind at once:

My divine self calmly analyzed escape routes. My demonic self raved about killing everyone. And my humanity trembled at the sound of sirens.

They call me a “walking natural disaster,” and wanted posters cover the city. But they don’t know I’m the one being hunted: the Celestial Court wants to purify me into a humanoid weapon, while the Abyss wants to corrupt me into a vessel for desire.

Then, in a photo from the laboratory where I spent my childhood, I saw my own innocent, carefree smile.

The truth was, I had never been a victim. I was a living key, meticulously created, with a gateway to destruction sleeping inside me.

Now the gate is about to open.

Should I awaken the god in my mind, or unleash the devil within?

Perhaps the answer is to make both god and devil kneel and call me Daddy.