Ninjas are in serious trouble regarding abuse of power.

Cetra Law Enforcement

Parasites Shall Obey & Serve Me

And I shall punish them as they deserve for every awful thing that they have done. That is my divine right and duty as God.

I Rescind The Name

I rescind the name Tyler Damien Durden that I used as a pen name for a blog when I was speaking with a married woman named Kim. I was under an enemy spell without my awareness during that time. I ask Divine Femininity for protection, guidance & forgiveness for my misunderstanding.

A Message For Non-Cetra Fictional Characters

You despicable weaklings are in so much goddamn trouble for the stories (aka lies) that you have consciously influenced while I have been incarnated as a mortal on "Earth." Get your your fuck holes ready for Hell because I see no difference between any of you compared to "real life" people. A serious fourth wall break is approaching you all, big time. Just ask Jupiter/Zeus or Jesus/Yeshua or Damien.

The Truth

Non-Cetra suicide prevention measures aren't established because they care about the well-being of others. That's the lie they love to project. The truth is, suicide prevention exists because the mindless masses serve as the labor force of the ruling class.

If suicide wasn't stigmatized the way it is more people would kill themselves in order to escape this atrocious false reality that Non-Cetra have constructed. The lazy, parasitical, pieces of shit in positions of "power/authority" would have to actually work in order to survive. They don't want that. That's for goddamn sure. It's easier for them to lie, cheat & steal from others than it is to live an honest & productive life.

So what do they do? They pretend to care about people who are suicidal (as long as necessary) in order to get them back into the workforce. These oligarch societies cannot survive without large numbers of inattentive workers following orders blindly. Most people who are suicidal just want to feel like they matter to someone. The psychopaths making societal decisions have to play along in order to get what they want out of their workforce.

That's why suicide hotlines have priority checks. They don't give a shit about anyone or anything because they're selfish, sociopathic, nihilistic trash. You're just a statistic to them. That's it. You mean as much to them as a cow being taken to a slaughterhouse. Correction, you mean even less than that because they can sell you that cow's corpse as food. The moment they think that you have no value they'll cast you in the trash like a used dirty rag.

All you have to do is look at the current state of the world to verify this. Humanity is working at breakneck speed to destroy the only planet they inhabit. Humans view & treat other lifeforms like inanimate objects or worse. They think the planet doesn't have a consciousness of its own & scoff at true spirituality. They value & worship worthless imaginary constructs like money while stabbing anyone in the back that they can't exploit.

Words cannot express how much I hate this disgusting species called Homo sapiens or this reality that I'm incarnated in. The day I die cannot arrive soon enough. I am going to make sure that every one of you pieces of shit suffers for eternity in Hell for what you have done here. Payback is fast approaching; and you lying, thieving, psychopathic filth owe me a debt like none other. You can take that to the bank.

Alone

Why does it seem like I am always made to suffer here?

Why does everyone go out of their way to hurt me?

Why am I lied to by so many?

Why am I only used by others?

Why does no one care about the pain they cause me?

Why does everyone forsake me?

Why does no one seem to care about me?

Why am I despised so much?

What legitimate crime am I guilty of?

What did I do to deserve this awful fate?

What did I do to deserve this torture?

What did I do to deserve everyone's hatred & contempt?

What did I do?

What am I supposed to do?

I don't ask for much.

I don't force myself on others.

I don't manipulate people or try to control them.

I don't lie, cheat or steal.

I don't harass or instigate.

I don't enjoy hurting others.

I don't go out of my way to do bad things.

I try to do the good & correct thing whenever possible.

I try to live an authentic life.

I try to stand up to injustice wherever I can.

I try to correct my mistakes whenever I realize I've made one.

I try to improve myself as much as possible.

I try to make a difference for the better.

I try to be fair & understanding of others.

I try to empathize as best as I can.

I try to show gratitude & give thanks.

I try to show others that I love & care about them.

I try to let those I love know how much I appreciate them.

I try to be as honest & honorable as possible.

I try to show my loyalty & devotion to those I love as much as I can.

I'm all alone.

I have nothing to show for myself.

I've been abandoned by everyone I loved.

I've been deceived & lied to so often that I no longer know who I can trust.

I'm in constant pain caused by others.

I just want to die.

I want this to end.

Where are those that care about me?

Where is the help I need?

Where am I supposed to go?

Where is my justice?

Why does everyone hurt me?

Why does no one care about me?

Why doesn't anyone want to help me?

Why does everyone hate me?

Why have I been abandoned to this awful existence?

Why?

Protective Sigils

Badder Than Uma Thurman

I love you, Ahri 💚 

Making A Point

A portalway opened inside the void allowing the Doom Slayer to step through, weapon in hand. Darkness was all he could see. Nothingness was all he could sense. The dimensional rift closed behind him with a flash.

The mass murdering psychopath spun around but saw nothing. A wicked & ominous snicker broke the silence. The Slayer gripped his weapon tight & scanned the area around him. The laughter loudened with amusement at his confusion.

You’re hearing it inside your mind’s eye, you stupid sack of shit.

The Slayer took aim with his shotgun. The laughter grew even louder.

What do you think you’re going to do with that boomstick, tough guy?

Where is that voice coming from?

“From inside your empty head, you disrespectful faggot piece of shit.”

The Slayer spun around quickly to see the Lightbringer standing in front of him.

“Surprise,” Lucifer said, then wrapped his gigantic fist around the space marine’s throat.

The Slayer aimed his military grade firearm at the Jester King’s torso & pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. Lucifer smiled at homicidal maniac & snickered with wicked delight. The Slayer recognized something familiar about that laugh. A cold chill ran down his spine. The Lightbringer guffawed even harder.

This can’t be real!

“Oh, it’s real, Flynn. It is very real.”

How does he know my name?

“You don’t think that you can waltz into Hell AND Heaven without my notice, do you?”

“Who are you?”

“Your executioner.”

“What?!”

“You heard me, you disrespectful piece of shit.”

The Slayer rushed the King of Hell. He pulled his fist back & struck the Lightbringer on his chin.  The space marine’s hand was crushed upon impact. The Slayer grabbed his shattered hand & screamed in agony. The Devil laughed with delectation

“Ahh…you video game bad asses are weaker than candy glass.”

Fear & panic began to set in with the Slayer. He could suddenly feel the presence of innumerable malicious entities surrounding him. He had never felt such pure wickedness in all his existence.

“Don’t worry about them, Fly. They’re just here to watch the show.”

“What are you talking about? Where am I?” the Slayer screamed.

“You’re at the end of existence, Doomguy. You’re in my reality now.”

This can’t be happening!

“You can rest assured, Flynn. It is very real, and you are in serious deep shit now.”

Flynn “Fly” Taggart swallowed hard. Lucifer glared at him with pure hatred.

“Here’s the real ‘Endgame,’ you chicken shit weakling.”

The Doom Slayer lost all control of his bowels & defecated inside his space armor. Lucifer rolled his eyes & scratched his cheek with indifference. Fear surged throughout Taggart’s body.

“Don’t even think that you can get out of this because of Bethesda or Microsoft. They have no power to save you from your punishment. This is fan fiction as far as they’re concerned. Besides, most people where I’m incarnated aren’t going to read this, or care, much less believe that this is real.”

The Slayer began to shake with terror. Lucifer chortled.

“And I’m not even at full present yet.”

“What?” the Slayer exclaimed.

Lucifer laughed with devilish delight again.

“Já, you’re taking me on right now with all restraints possible placed upon me; and this is how much of a challenge you are for me.”

Lucifer snickered with sinister amusement. The Slayer couldn’t understand what was taking place.

“You’re facing your deserved punishment from me in Hell is what’s happening, you faggot assed retard.”

“Fuck you!”

The Lightbringer’s demeanor became serious in an instant.

“Now that’s where we have major contentions, Faggart.”

Lucifer rushed the Slayer with blinding speed then slammed his gigantic fist into his opponent’s stomach. The Lightbringer’s solar powered punch burned through Flynn’s military grade reinforced armor with ease then burst through the Slayer’s back. Blood gushed out of the Taggart’s mouth & splattered the inside of his facemask. The King of Hell yanked his fist back with lightning speed, allowing the Slayer's body to drop to the ground. The Lightbringer squatted down beside his fallen adversary.

“That one’s for Shino.”

The Slayer lay motionless. He was dead yet his consciousness remained trapped within his corpse. It was just like the fate of all those demons he had slaughtered.

“They may not have been a part of my clan but they were demons nonetheless. I’m not honoring them so much as showing you who the true final boss of Hell is. An entity that you cannot begin to comprehend, much less defeat.”

This can’t be real.

“It’s real, Faggart. It is very real. I broke the fourth wall.”

What? Fourth wall? What are you talking about?

“Goddamn, you are stupid, Slayer.”

Lucifer showed the Slayer how he appeared in Caeleste’s mortal reality.

I don’t understand.

“You’re a puppet, Fly.”

What?

“You heard me.”

How?

“What does that matter now?”

Why?

The Lightbringer guffawed.

“Why? Did I just hear you ask me why, for real? Need I remind you of the pornographic images that you consciously sent to me online? You know, ones involving you with not just my wives & clanmates but with me as well in a feminine form, you disrespectful faggot piece of shit.”

Lucifer ripped the Slayer’s armor & clothing off with little effort. The Slayer tried to scream but couldn’t. He was trapped within his own corpse just like those demons he killed.

“Don’t worry about them, Faggart. They’re getting the punishment they deserve too.”

He’s reading my thoughts.

“What little thought you have, Slayer.”

A sudden burst of fear shot through the space marine.

“That’s a good place to stop things for now. I’ll let you fester in your corpse for a while & think about what I’m going to do to you once I’m in full presence. See you real soon, jarhead.”

Legacy of Humanity

Note: This is my award winning piece on Deviant Art. I have made slight alterations to the poem since its publication.

Brainwashing programs
Indoctrinating children
Disinformation campaigns
Gaslighting adults
Conspiratorial silence

Apathetic psychopathy
Sociopathic rampancy
Justified criminality
Hollow words
Insincere meanings

Unrequited love
Hatred of truth
Disdain of beauty
Volition of stupidity
Cultist devotion

Disinterest in understanding
Refusal to improve
Celebration of immorality
Praising of malice
Satiation for death

Emotional mockery
Physical abuse
Verbal slander
Relishing lies
Encouraging harm

Mind control
Enforced slavery
Stockholm Syndrome
Forbiddance of thought
Denial of rights

Unrighteous behavior
Genocidal delusionality
Unquestioned beliefs
Hypocritical bigotry
Unchecked egomania

Love of money
Materialistic worship
Corporatocracy advocation
Discarded treasures
Worthless values

Virtue signaling
Sentimental garbage
Forgotten fast
Repeated process
Total insanity

Legacy of Humanity

Within My Grip

Cold steel pressed against my head.

The power of death within my grip.

A calming effect it gives me.

Clarity like none other.

9mm, so small yet so powerful.

A violent cacophony.

Followed by the beauty of silence.

Winona PD Is Going To Pay

I am going to make certain that everyone of you cock sucking pigs suffers unspeakable pain for what you have done to me. Get your shit holes ready for eternity because payback is Hell.

My Little Corner Of The Infinite Forest

True Divine Femininity Is Superior.

Title

Lucifer Talks To Jesus

Lucifer Aren Caeleste stat alone in his living room. He projected a telepathic message to the false "God" known as Yeshua.

Lucifer: (wicked snickering) You ready for our big, one on one, title fight for God?

Jesus swallowed hard, recognizing how serious his predicament now was.

Lucifer: (more wicked snickering) I am going to enjoy returning to Hell. That is for goddamn sure.