Lucifer Visits A Charlatan

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I appear in my chosen immortal form in front of Mark Allen Smith, the author of Queen of Hell & The Red King, in his private residence. The despicable charlatan shits himself in terror seeing me break the fourth wall & how furious I am with him.

“Your lying faggot ass is in so much fucking trouble now that you’re on my gaydar, Smith.”

I wrap my divine fist around the author’s scrawny neck & lift him into the air. Smith’s legs kick in a frenzy as he struggles in a vain attempt to free himself from my grip. I squeeze Marks neck with ease like it’s a tube of toothpaste. Smith’s face turns from dark red to purple. Veins begin to bulge in his forehead to the brink of bursting.

“I don’t appreciate you writing about me, Mark; and neither does Hecate. I take even more issue with you making money from your lies at my expense. I’m going to make goddamn certain that you suffer for eternity, faggot.”

I slam Smith down on the ground then kick him with restraint in his ribs, breaking three in the process. Smith tries to scream in pain but can’t due to my influence. I slam my fist down on his head & pulverize it into pulp. The spiritual swindler’s body spasm with violence as his corpse voids its bladder & bowels. I snap my finger & restore Smith’s crushed skull to its former ugly form. Smith’s eyes widen even more with fear seeing a glimpse of my true power.

“You’re military man, huh? I don’t like military men, Mark; and I sure as shit don’t like the look of you. That’s for goddamn certain.”

I rip the author’s clothing from his body with ease using my telekinetic powers. I then pull down my tactical legwear & reveal my Elven Star chainsaw phallus to the contemptible reprobate. I flare my eyes with malicious intent & wear a sinister smile. Smith yelps with panic before I choke him silent & lift him into the air using telekinesis. I walk up behind Smith & smack him on his ass then thrust my chainsaw cock into his anus. Smith’s eyes bulge out of his skull as I rape him into a bloody puddle of pulp.

“I bet you weren’t expecting your relationship with Hecate to turn out like this were you, Mark?”

I snap my fingers again & restore Smith’s body as it was before; however he continues to feel the excruciating pain I’ve inflicted upon him. Smith lays on the ground in a catatonic state. I can sense the hysteria racing through his mind as I tower over him.

“This is what eternal coexistence with me is like for men, Mark. I’m finished putting up with you lying, thieving, gaslighting pieces of shit. You’re all going to suffer for what you've done to me as a group.”

I stomp on Smith’s head & crush it into pulp. I snap my fingers & reform Smith’s skull one more time. Smith remains catatonic. I materialize the Blade of Divine Retribution & carve a line into Mark Allen Smith’s soul signifying his first interaction with the real Lucifer. The infinitesimal amount of pain that his body, mind & soul feel are indescribable. I crouch down beside loathsome wretch & sneer at him with pure hatred.

“You’re marked, Smith.”

Smith lays stunned & terrified by my domination over him. I vanish before his eyes but relay a telepathic message to him.

Things are going to get even worse for you after my singularity, Mark. I’ve got someplace way worse than Hell waiting for you.