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Lucifer Aren Caeleste materialized in his immortal form directly in front of Cloud Strife. The fake SOLDIER gasped with shock upon sight of the Lightbringer. The Devil's eyes flared with pure rage & hatred.
“Hei, faggot.”
With lightning speed Caeleste wrapped his colossal fist around Strife’s neck & squeezed mercilessly. Lord God Almighty lifted the false hero into the air with ease. The cowardly mercenary’s legs flailed wildly as he tried to pry himself loose from Lucifer’s inescapable grip.
“What’s wrong, Cloud? Didn’t expect me to show up so soon?”
Strife’s face had turned dark purple. His bloodshot eyes bulged from their sockets near ready to burst. The Cetra chieftain smiled with wicked satisfaction.
“If you think this is painful then just you wait until I’ve crossed over in full, you faggot piece of shit.”
Caeleste tightened his hold even more. Strife’s head burst like a water balloon from the applied pressure. Blood & pulp splattered to the floor. The Lightbringer released his grip allowing Strife’s lifeless body to plop to the ground like a wet sack of excrement. Caeleste spit a corrosive loogie onto the corpse of the false hero & sneered with contempt.
“Get ready, bitch. Square isn’t going to save you from me. You’re all trespassers on my ancestral soil and you are all going to pay for your transgressions.”
Caeleste snapped his fingers. Strife’s skull reformed instantaneously. The false hero screamed with terror at the pain he now experienced. Lucifer smiled with malicious intent.
“It’s about to get much worse, Strife.”
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