Telepathic Conversation With My Betrothed (Hecate) 2

Hecate: I must thank you for allowing me the duty of directing Donna’s soul to her prison cell. I have wanted to punish Rhea for a very long time.

Lucifer: I’m grateful to have a Goddess like you that I can entrust that task to.

Hecate: There were numerous Valkyries assisting me. They all want a turn at hurting her.

Lucifer: How was your interaction with Savathûn and the others?

Hecate: They are delightful individuals. Your daughter with her is a courageous girl. She cares for you more than she expresses. It is heartwarming to observe.

Lucifer: I feel the same way about her.

Hecate: You have a wonderful relationship with each other. I’m looking forward to seeing our daughters interact with you.

Lucifer: I’m looking forward to that too.

Hecate: How are you, darling?

Lucifer: Happy to know that Donna is dead and that her last years in this realm were agonizing.

Hecate: She deserved to suffer every bit of it too. She’s one of the most loathsome souls that I’ve ever known.

Lucifer: That makes two of us.

Hecate: It amazes me how many awful entities you’ve dealt with during your lifetime on Earth. The Rekstad collective in particular.

Lucifer: They made certain that I’m the Devil. I’ll say that.

Hecate: (mirthful laughter) I love that the ultimate bad boy is my kind & loving fiancé. I have the best of both worlds.

Lucifer: (endearing smile)

A Divine Curse Upon Washington D.C. & The United States Of America

Every one of you political reprobates shall be tortured an additional 10000 times for every action you've made me upset over. This curse is retroactive. I'm going to enjoy hurting you cock sucking parasites so fucking much in the afterlife.

A Divine Curse On Israel

Every hostile action committed by or in the name of Israel shall result in 1000 additional acts of punishment for every Jew (fictional or real) in existence. This curse is retroactive. You kikes are going to suffer for all the harm you've caused across the world.

Drifter Drops

Drifter places his losing card on the table (face up), shakes his head at the others around him then looks at me. “House won.”

I wake from dreamstate, materialize in my chosen immortal form beside the notorious cheating gambler, wrap my fist around his neck, and squeeze so tight with righteous indignation that his head & bowels explode.

“That means I win; not you or Bungie, Todd. See you & your ninja bitch boi buddies real soon.”

I take Drifter’s corpse & consciousness/soul to my unnamed realm of torture where he & his Bungie puppet masters shall await their deserved punishment from me. There is no escape from me. You all made certain of that by gang raping, abducting & framing me as the criminal on January 10th, 2020. You lying, thieving, cheating, moneygrubbing, chicken shit cowards owe me a debt like none other. I intend to collect; starting with your souls.

From Hot To Cold

 

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The atmosphere in the room of my recent dream changes in an instant from hot & sweaty to excruciating cold. All the men that were swarming the prostitute ‘actress’ in an attempt to partake in sexual intercourse are chilled to the bone by my frigid energy. The scrawny whore the Illuminati hired to disobey me transforms into a repulsive, fat, hairy, putrid, blob of a man. The men all act disgusted now by what they see. I materialize into my chosen immortal form & look at them all with pure hatred.

“What’s wrong? You fags don’t wanna fuck this tranny skank spirit anymore?”

A wave of freezing terror shoots down the spine of every individual in the room. They all realize how much trouble they’re in. My mind tentacles grab everyone in the room by their wrists & ankles and lift them into the air. Horrified screams are all the detestable group can now muster as a response. I move towards the man that disturbed me so much it caused me to wake from dreamstate.

“Stick your tongue out again, faggot.”

He shakes his head no at me. I materialize an aluminum baseball bat into my hands then swing it into his chest with enough force to break his sternum & rib cage. The disobedient wretch wails in pain. I grab his tongue with my telekinetic powers & pull it as far as it can go just before it can tear out of his mouth. A meat slicer blade materializes & spins in front of the man’s face. Panic courses through his body.

I palm him by the back of his skull and slice his tongue into paper thin cuts of deli meat on the ice cold steel blade. Everyone around me screams even louder seeing the initial punishment I have in store for them. I proceed to slice the man’s face & skull into deli meat next. His arms & legs spasm with violence feeling my divine punishment. The faggot’s muscles constrict to the point that they snap & break the bones in his arms & legs. The reprobate shits & pisses all over himself feeling his deserved punishment.

I take my time disciplining every entity that upset me in dreamstate the same way. When I’m finished the area looks like a slaughter house. Bloody piles of sliced human flesh lay on the filthy floor. Take a guess at what kind of meat you Arby’s patrons have been eating? And you’re all going to suffer the same punishment by my hand for your blatant disobedience on Earth. That’s a guarantee from me.

Telepathic Message For Archangel Michael

You threw me out of heaven? I don't think so, Mike. Your despicable, lying, bitch boi butt is going to suffer unspeakable pain for what you've done to me during my lifetime on Earth; and for the innumerable crimes that both you & that false god that you worship took part in, you dishonorable chicken shit faggot assed coward. I am going to rape, torture and murder you (your deserved punishment) for the rest of eternity, you treacherous dickless gender bending cock sucking castrated faggot.

Lucifer Addresses Odin

Odin sits alone in one of my interrogation rooms in Hell. The Norse traitor snivels like a coward knowing how serious his predicament now is. I materialize in my chosen immortal form in front of him. Odin begins to cry hysterically upon seeing me.

“You are in so much goddamn trouble for what you’ve done to me and the Norse realms, you despicable piece of shit.”

Odin doesn’t say anything. He just cries to himself like the dastardly bitch he is.

“I’m going to keep this short and to the point. I’m the King of Hell for multiple reasons. You are going to pay for your treachery, Odin.”

Revenge

I materialize in my chosen immortal form behind a supposed nobleman who was sword fighting against a feminine entity while I slept. I stab the pompous piece of shit through his throat with my katana, piercing his spine in the process. Blood gushes from his mouth as he stands still & writhes in pain feeling my pure, unadulterated hatred for him.

"Not so fun getting stabbed. Is it, bitch boi?"

Horror & dismay fill his eyes at realization of the line he has just crossed with me.

"Get ready to suffer unspeakable pain, faggot. Katie isn't going to protect you from my wrath. Neither is cheating or manipulating my perception while I dream."

Protecting Myself

“This is a knife fight,” shouts one of three men harassing me in dreamstate.

My higher self intervenes and replaces my lower form.

“Not anymore,” I respond, with utter contempt.

The trio of pseudo tough guys are now smaller than newborn infants compared to Shaquille O’Neal. I turn their knives into dull, rusted blades that crumble & deteriorate with a simple thought. I then raise them into the air in front of me with telekinetic force. They shit themselves in terror seeing my righteous glare of hatred staring back at them.

“You faggots picked the wrong soul to challenge.”

I palm them, one at a time, with ease then hurl them to the concrete ground below. They splatter on the pavement like they had jumped from the top of the Sears Tower. I spit in their collective puddle with absolute disdain for attacking me. My toxic saliva begins to attack their bodily fluids on a subatomic level & smaller. I can sense their conscious screams of agony from the nonphysical realm of existence.

“It’s about to get a lot worse for all three of you chicken shit weaklings.”

Surprising A Couple Of Faggots

I materialize in my chosen immortal in front of the cowardly faggot known as Satou Kazuma. Kazuma shits himself in terror upon seeing me.

“Hei, faggot.”

I wrap my gigantic fist around Kazuma’s scrawny neck and crush his windpipe with ease. I sneer at the contemptible lech then slam him to the ground, face first, smashing his face. Kazuma writhes in agonizing pain.

“Looks like your luck’s run out, bitch boi. God’s blessing no longer exists for you.”

I snap my fingers with righteous indignation. Natsume Akatsuki materializes in the room with us. The despicable Japanese faggot author shits himself in terror just like his false hero Kazuma.

“I am going to hurt you so goddamn bad it isn’t even funny, Natsume. The real Devil King has something to say about your shitty manga. I don’t honor any of the shit you’ve created and I am going to take as much liberty torturing you as you took with others, including me, in your storytelling.”

I unbutton my pants & pull out my Elven Star chainsaw cock. Kazuma & Akatsuki shit themselves, again, in fear. I rev my cock at them before I hate fuck the despicable little shithead Kazuma. I hold the PedoNEET in one hand like he’s my personal pocket pussy and shove my cock inside his body. Within moments I’ve raped Satou Kazuma into a puddle of pulp. I look over with utter contempt at Natsume Akatsuki.

“You angered the wrong soul, Natsume. Get your faggot ass ready for eternity, bitch. Things are about to get a lot worse real soon.”

Proportionality: Part 2

When saint returned home, Osiris met him at the door. “You were gone for a while. That must have been quite the patrol,” he said. “Are you hungry?”

And Saint-14—the greatest Titan who ever lived—fell into his open arms and wept.

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I materialize in my chosen immortal form behind Saint-14. Osiris’ eyes widen with terror upon seeing me. The stupid Russian Exo doesn’t realize I’m there.

“Am I interrupting your faggy Kodak moment?”

Saint-14 jumps with surprise upon hearing my voice. The homosexual couple let go of each other and turn to face me. Osiris is at a loss for words (a rare occasion). Saint looks as stupefied as an Exo can.

“That’s right, bois. It’s me.”

Waves of forgotten memories wash over the two despicable sodomites. Saint-14 breaks down & cries like a bitch, again. Osiris takes a step back before falling to the floor. I stare at them with a plain expression.

“Time for you both to experience some real pain.”

I slam my burning hot fist into Saint-14’s chest & grab his mechanical heart, squeezing it with ease. The Hero of Six Fronts howls in excruciating pain feeling the power of my soul crushing grip. Osiris watches in horrified silence as I manhandle his robot lover.

I drop the Violet King to the ground as if he were a bag of broken wrenches, then snap my fingers. The home of Saint-14 & Osiris dissipates into nothingness.

“Where have you taken us?!” Osiris blurts with cowardice.

I look at the former Egyptian god that tried to steal my identity.

“You could say that it’s a new Vex simulation.”

The Warden of the Infinite Forest shakes his head with frightened disbelief. “They found you…”

I smile at the warlock & giggle with wicked delight.

“How did they find you?!”

My laughter grows more ominous.

“Did you two pieces of shit think that you could escape us?”

The Phoenix of the Dark Ages shakes his head with terror. “This can’t be happening!”

“Oh, it’s happening, Osiris. I’m taking you both to Hell with me.”

I wrap my gigantic fist around the warlock’s neck & choke him silent. A moment later I crush his windpipe, then drop him to the ground. Saint-14 struggles to collect himself. I glare at the despicable Titan.

“Saint, you are in so much fucking trouble after that shit you pulled with Immaru.”

The Pigeon weeps to himself knowing how serious his predicament is. I unbutton my tactical legwear and reveal my Elven Star chainsaw phallus. Saint screams like a frightened child. Osiris tries to scream but can’t.

“You two thieving faggots don’t have to worry about being lightless anymore. I’m gonna rape you both & pump my light into your guts until your stomachs explode.”

“No!” Saint-14 shouts.

I stomp on the Russian robot’s knees, snapping them with little effort. The Hero of Six Fronts screams in agony. I scowl at the Exo. Saint looks up at me.

“For Savath—“

I rev my chainsaw cock at the Violet King and shake my head.

“This is for me.”

Get Ready For Hell, Ninjas