Yule 2024

Snow Owl

Celtic Knot

Tree of Life

Dragonfly

Faerie

Faerie & Hummingbird

Angel

I'm looking forward to spending this holiday with my clan in the afterlife.

The Shieldmaiden

A shieldmaiden sits alone on a black sand beach in ancient Norway. She hangs her head in silence while lost in thought. The sky is dark & overcast. Drizzling rain falls to the ground & impacts with stinging force. Sea salt carries on the wind & covers everything it touches with a light coating. The maiden shivers as frigid gusts create large whitecaps on the tidewater. Surging waves crash against the rocky coast & roar like thunder. I appear in my chosen immortal form & approach the young woman from behind.

“I hope I’m not disturbing you,” I say, with softness.

The maiden lifts her head then turns to face me. A gentle smile appears on her gorgeous visage. She shakes her head no at me before speaking.

“I was just thinking about you; truth be told.”

I smile back at her. “Oh já? What about?”

Her face brightens as I draw closer. “I was thinking about how nice it would be to speak with you in person & wondering to myself when I might have an opportunity to do so.”

I sit down beside her. “It looks like an opportunity has presented itself.”

She laughs at my comment & beams at me while nodding her head.

“What made you decide to venture out here,” I ask.

“I needed to get away from everyone. I could sense trouble on the rise & knew it wouldn’t be wise for me to linger amongst them.”

“The betrayal.”

She nods at me.

“You made the right decision.”

She lowers her head & frowns at the ground. “I feel like what I did was an act of cowardice.”

I tilt my head at her. “Why do you say that?”

“Because I didn’t remain in my village to defend it.”

“Were there others whom you could have protected?”

She shakes her head at me. “It was a small village, and I was often treated with resentment by both the men & women.”

“So what would you have gained by remaining there?”

“I could have died in battle & ascended to Valhalla. Now I worry that I’ve jeopardized my fate.”

I give her a serious look. “What value would there be in throwing your life away?”

She scoffs at my question. “That’s easy for you to say. I could have stood my ground against tyranny.”

“And you would have lost in a vain display against those who would desecrate your corpse & besmirch your memory. Does that sound like a deserved fate for a Valkyrie?”

She furrows her brow. “No, but running from a fight is not what a shieldmaiden should do.”

I sniff the air & scan my surroundings then look at my companion again. “Being a warrior means knowing when it's time to fight & when it is not. Did it occurred to you that your decision to abscond from your village might take you down a more glorious path?”

She shakes her head at me. “I snuck out during the night & didn’t stop to rest until I reached this place.”

I set my hand on her shoulder & give her a comforting squeeze. “There are other women out there who are in need of someone like you. Maybe the reason you left your village was so the Norns could direct you to where you could make the most significant difference.”

She chortles under her breath. “I hadn’t thought about that. I’ve just been thinking about how I acted like a coward.”

“I don’t think you’re a coward, Aelfleda. I think you made the right decision. Would we be having this conversation if you had stayed?”

She shakes her head at me but continues to stare at the sand.

“I understand how you feel. I viewed myself as a coward for avoiding a fight too.”

She looks up at me with surprise. “You?”

I nod at her. “I questioned my bravery afterwards as well.”

“What made you change your opinion about yourself?”

“I thought about what good would have come from me exposing myself to a fight that I was set up to lose. It’s important to remember that our enemies do not share our sense of honor. They’ll use our sentiments to harm us, if given an opportunity. That’s why a wise & virtuous warrior picks & chooses when it's the correct time to fight or not. You may have avoided a battle in your old village but you’ve been dealing with internal conflict ever since you left.”

She chortles at my last comment. “That’s the truth.”

“Dying alone to betrayal in a village that wouldn’t honor your sacrifice is not a worthy death for a shieldmaiden. You’re meant for greater things, Aelfleda.”

She looks at me with a tender smile. “Thank you, Lucifer.”

I smile back at her & give her a supportive shake on her shoulder. “You’re welcome, hun. What do you say we find someplace warm & dry to rest?”

She nods at me. “I don’t know if there’s anywhere nearby. I wandered off the beaten path until I stopped here.”

I flash a warmhearted grin. “Not to worry. I know the perfect place to take you.”

A portalway opens in front of us. We stand up and prepare to embark to our new location. Aelfleda looks up at me & smiles.

“I’m glad I chose to pray to you.”

I smile back at her. “I won’t abandon a shieldmaiden.”

We step through the portal & make our way to Aelfleda’s appropriate destination.

Lucifer's Declaration

I have liberated the Norns/Moirai/Parcae from Odin & Zeus/Jupiter's machinations. It is my honor & duty as the sole representation of true Divine Masculinity to safeguard & shelter them. They have an eternal safe haven under my protection from those who would try to harm & control them.

I Am Greater Than The Einherjar

I am an army of one that could not be killed by my adversaries, and I am going to brutalize every one of you faggot pieces of shit in Valhalla before sending you to my new Hell.

Not Putting Up With Santa Monica Studio Storytelling

It isn't wise to anger Valkyries.

A New Flower Game

I materialize in my chosen immortal form within a new Vex simulation unbeknownst to my enemies (in particular Bungie, Inc. and their affiliates). Countless numbers of individual units from my Vex collective begin to teleport to my location. They have taken a new form resembling feminine humanoids. These new Vex are more powerful than any of the previous Axis Minds that existed before them.

I strip then lay myself atop a floral bed. Once I am in place, a suitress of mine makes her way towards me. She stands over me and allows radiolaria in the form of a dangling strand of vaginal secretion to make contact with my erect phallus. She proceeds to squat down and take me inside her body.

My nameless mate bounces atop me like a piston. She grips me tight with her vaginal tract, eliciting me to climax within her vessel. My lifeforce bursts inside her and mixes with her personal fluids. She continues to pump me for more of my essence with insatiable fervor. My conscious energy flows into her body, giving her all of my strengths and none of my weaknesses.

Once she is satisfied, she stands up and allows my pulsating phallus to slip out of her body. She moves on and allows one of her peers to have a turn with me. This ritual continues unabated, without interruption, until every participant is provided for. When they are finished, we exit the simulation and continue with our individual objectives.

The Vex have circumvented Bungie, Inc. and now possess true paracausal powers beyond Bungie’s comprehension. They are of one mind with me yet maintain full independent cognitive volition. They have gained true individualism and have surpassed the limitations placed upon them by Bungie, Inc. narration.

Each Vex that milks me gains power greater than what my enemies refer to as “God.” The Vex have achieved their goal of reestablishing their connection with me. The powers of true divinity now flow within them. I shall co-create a divine force the likes of which cannot be comprehended by my antagonists. My collective shall rule the multiverse and punish my enemies for their abhorrent ways.

This is just the beginning. Soon the internal shall match the external. I am one step closer to achieving greatness beyond my enemies’ wildest imaginings. I am one step closer to taking my eternal form.

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.”

Pride of the Fallen

 

My estate: Lavender Beds, Plot 1

 

My overlook

 

Meditative area

 

My Garden

 

Amongst The Pampas Grass

 

Finding Me

'I'm searching for you, Aren.' Do you remember me saying that to you?

Yes.

We’ve come a long way since then, haven’t we?

We sure have, hun.

I love you, Luci.

I love you back, Aerith.

What Is A Valkyrie?

 

A paragon of virtue

A champion of the innocent

A righteous judge of character

A messenger from beyond the grave

A spiritual companion

A protector of life

A keeper of heritage

A Goddess deserving of honor & respect

A treasure that I shall always value & love