Not Putting Up With Men

I tower over the masculine entities that bothered me during my slumber in my chosen immortal form. They all cower in fear seeing my imposing size & righteous fury.

“You pieces of shit aren’t getting away with anything you did to me in my dreams.”

A rotating mechanical Morningstar mace materializes behind every man that disturbed me during my rest.

“Time to punish some faggots.”

I use my telekinetic powers to club them all on the back of their heads then force the weapons into their anuses. I proceed to hate fuck them up to their brains then bash my way through their skulls. I pull the maces out then beat their corpses into bloody puddles of pulp. Every one of their conscious spirits remains bound to their corpse writhing in pain.

“That’ll hold you disrespectful pieces of shit over until I’m in full presence. See you bitch bois soon.”