I materialize in my chosen immortal form and return to where I had just been dreaming. I grab the masculine entity that was attempting to kill me by smugly poking me in my chest, and teleport him to Hell with me. I slam him to the ground with pure hatred. He hollers in excruciating pain.
“Looks like you felt what I was doing that time, faggot. Meth isn’t going to save you from feeling pain when I'm like this. You didn’t win or kill me either. I was in dreamstate & I woke myself up. I know that you were playing mind games on me while I was vulnerable; just like the rest of you cowards. You aren't escaping me or my warth so easily, Bortz.”
The arrogant closeted homosexual’s eyes widen with fear realizing that I recognize his face from my time on Earth.
“Aren? How,” the atheist asks me with shock & disbelief in his expression.
“I’m God,” I answer.
I materialize my Elven Star chainsaw phallus & smile at him with malicious intent. The man I once knew as my 'brother's' friend ‘Nathan’ looks at me with absolute terror.
“I’ve got something for your faggot ass, Nate. Hawthorne Guild is gonna have a little reunion in Hell. Kristofor isn’t going help any of you escape me. Neither are any of your mind games or refutations. I'm coming for every last one of you.”
I slam my chainsaw cock into the homophobe & hate fuck him into a puddle of pulp then spit with contempt in his remains.
“See you real soon, Nate.”
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