She: What happened?
It One: Something has changed... Something unexpected...
She: Unexpected?
It One: Well.. No.. honestly it -isn't- unexpected... but it always happens too soon.. and therefore... Unexpected...
She: What do we do?
It One: I'm not sure.. as I said.. Unexpected.
She: I guess it's on me?
It One: Well, yeah... You're the one with a physical body...
She waited... had a drink, a few smokes or two... glowered at the floor, at the walls...
It -always- happened too soon nowadays...
Okay... I'm ready. You know... this is happening too much... 1937... 1974... 1985... You see the pattern, right?
It One: I know...
She ...
It One: Listen, I get it.. Things are ramping up... The velocity of this moment is reaching a critical point.. But there are so many things in play.. They have created so many new variables... This time it is -different-!
She: Is it?
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She came near midnight.. The quarry was drunk, and helpless, the rape ready to happen.. And she tore off the door, and grabbed him...
Buckshot... One, Two... Three!! But the third load was not Silver!!!
And so she did not care... She smiled, all fangs and horns and blazing wings, the full display... And the boy in her coils... She did retreat...
Away... away... away! Now, he woke... Cock-sore and scared... A half-days wandering to the nearest water.. And the faeries did grant him clean water... For in long days before 
She did rise.. Bellyfull and Resplendent... Towards Granny Luci's SUN...
The Devil did kick, and squall... And she did feed, and love.. So glad now.. To be Mother, rather than Devourer...
She rested, and this moment... This terrifying, torturous moment... It did prepare her...
She: What happened?