Random Unseated, Bow Strung

"The Demon of God would have been Random. Not adversarial, like Satan, but entirely unpredictable, and always with advantage."

"You speak of me as if I'm not here."

"It is not that, it is that you are not here. My patience pulls the Ironbow, perhaps just enough to slip on the String of Tension between an idea solid and publicly acknowledged, and so these concepts ignite within me, furious that we have never met in the flesh. It is the libido strong enough to wrangle the world. If it is not mine, then who's?"

"Proceed, Man of God."

"Well, predictability within that designated Random increases as time goes on, specifically as the final threshold is reached. If you were Random initially, and heavily pursued by me these last couple of years, then who will you be in Paradise? I have a saying 'if I must be materially altered to enter heaven, then it is not me in heaven.' Does something similar hold for you?

In the silence I hear her breath and heartbeat, even over the wind and rain, a clear sign that she is progressing this new and sudden outburst. 

"I am The Chosen Favorite Wife of The Father. There is literally no better title, not even yours. You shall see; I was no fool previously; I am no fool now."

Lightning flashes not far ahead. One second later, precisely on queue as the thunder deafens, I hear, barely above a whisper, but clear as a bell,

"Except for you."