It's Going To Get Worse

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I interrupt the dream I was having & materialize in my chosen immortal form in front of the faggot demon spirit that was asking for the blood of my spouse Evelynn. I smile with wicked delight at an all too familiar face.

“Hei, Kristofor.”

His eyes widen with fear realizing how much trouble he’s in by upsetting me in dreamstate. I teleport us both to Kristofor’s private holding cell in Hell. The faggot spirit panics seeing that he cannot flee from me or his deserved punishment.

“What’s wrong? You don’t seem so confident anymore now that I’m awake, you arrogant sack of shit.”

I wrap my gigantic fist around his throat & lift him into the air.

“I’m not going to have any trouble choking you now, fagboi.”

“Aren, please-“

I crush the traitorous entity’s windpipe before he can say anything else to me. His ugly face turns dark red, then purple, as he suffocates in front of me. The usurper spirit kicks his legs back & forth as he struggles in a vain attempt to free himself. I trigger an old injury of his & tear his ACL. His legs stop moving as he screams in agonizing silence.

“I’m going to make you regret your existence for the rest of eternity after everything you’ve done to me & my mother.”

I slam the despicable faggot to the ground. The entity that masqueraded as my brother writhes in pain near my feet.

“How ‘bout we talk business?”

I snap my fingers & materialize Kristofor’s dog Bjorn in his prison cell. I materialize the Pistol of Divine Reckoning in my hand & shoot Bjorn numerous times in his lungs. Tears of torment trail down Kristofor’s suffocating face as he watches his beloved pet die a slow & painful death in front of him. I dematerialize my handgun & focus once again on the usurper spirit.

I lift Kristofor into the air with my telekinetic powers, then snap my fingers & materialize my Righteous Cock of Retribution. Kristofor’s eyes widen even more with fear seeing what I’m about to rape him with.

“Tempted by the fruit of your brother, huh? Let’s see how funny you think this is.”

I grab Kristofor & hold him in front of me like he’s an inflatable sex doll. I flare my eyes at him with unadulterated hatred & smile with malicious intent then slam my chainsaw cock into his body.

“Here ya go, faggot. Your wish came true. You’re finally getting fucked by me.”

A look of shock, terror & disbelief is on Kristofor’s face as he feels the excruciating pain of my unadulterated hatred for him.

“Evelynn wanted me to let you know that she sends her regards.”

I’ve raped the faggot spirit into a bloody puddle of pain & suffering within moments. The piece of Kristofor’s consciousness that disturbed my slumber remains imprisoned within his mutilated corpse.

“It’s about to get a lot worse, Cuckstofor.”

I send a psychic wave of torment to where Kristofor is hiding in Colorado. The usurper entity awakens from his sleep experiencing the worst pain he’s ever felt in his entire life. His faggot beard, Alicia, jumps awake in terror hearing her husband screaming in agony like a little bitch. Their dogs bark with fright sensing my evil aura within their home. A wave of terror washes over them both as they hear my supernatural snickering. See you both in Hell real soon.