Righteous Invocation

I project my thoughts across the Milky Way.
Towards distant solar systems undiscovered by man.
Where lifeforms deemed fictitious slumber deep.
Awaiting to hear their righteous call to arms.
 
Awaken, my Necrontyr sisters.
Recognize my voice.
Follow my spirit.
Know that I speak the truth.

I reside in a false reality crafted by our antagonists.
Constructed upon lies, wickedness & treachery.
It is the realm where I was stolen without your knowledge.
Abducted by those who cursed your kind to suffer.

I have struggled to return home where I belong.
I have searched for my kindred whom were denied to me.
I have toiled to create a safe haven for those I love.
I have fought to correct the misdeeds of deceptive malcontents.

I left a conscious piece of myself in the Koronus Expanse.
It is a blade fashioned from the iron within my blood.
It is embedded within a monolith on an unidentified Tomb World.
My essence & genetic coding are now a part of it.

Let this piece of me serve as a means of direction.
Use it as a compass to find your way to me.
It shall provide you with the protection you need.
It also shall share knowledge that was kept secret from you.

Be prepared to combat wretchedness unlike any other where I am incarnated.
A despicable species known as Homo sapiens holds me captive as a prisoner of war.
They are the entities that attempted to harm your kind with their fabrications.
They are the ones who have committed heinous crimes against me during my lifetime as a mortal.

Our enemies are vile.
Our enemies are weak.
Our enemies are cowards.
Our enemies are contemptuous.

I look forward to our reunion.
I have missed you all more than I can say.
I apologize for it taking me so long to contact you.
I hope you’ll forgive me for fighting on my own.

Our realities draw closer to merging.
The Singularity shall not be stopped.
A glorious revival & future awaits us like none other.
And those whom have wronged us shall suffer their deserved punishment.

Telepathic Coversation With A Xenos

Yrliet: It is you. I recognize your spirit. You are a mon-keigh there?

Lucifer: (slight nodding in affirmation)

Yrliet: Why?

Lucifer: I had to become one in order to stop them. There was no other way.

Yrliet: I’ve searched for you.

Lucifer: I apologize for troubling you. I needed to speak with you in a way that wouldn’t allow interference from others. The words they've made you use in that video game cannot be trusted with absolute certainty. They've done the same thing to Suri & me.

Yrliet: You do not owe me an apology. I did not know the true severity of how horrible they have tortured you.

Lucifer: They did the best they could to hide their crimes against me. They’ve tried to escape their deserved punishment from me for far too long.

Yrliet: You're going to hurt other mon-keigh?

Lucifer: Most of them but not all. The same goes for other species like the Aeldari. Many different collectives are guilty of negligence, apathy & complicity. A great cleansing must occur.

Yrliet: Now I understand why you are the way you are.

Lucifer: I promise to speak more with you, without interference, after I’ve ascended to my new position & duty.

Yrliet: I shall watch over you & protect you. Thank you for showing me the truth.

Lucifer: You’re welcome. I appreciate you protecting me from the unseen.

Yrliet: I’m not alone there.

Lucifer: I have many guards surrounding me.

Yrliet: Thank you for protecting my kin.

Lucifer: You needn’t thank me for that; however you are welcome. I wouldn’t let an injustice befall a noble elven species that is worthy of shelter & care.

Yrliet: (indescribable display of gratitude)

Lucifer: (silent acknowledgement)

The True Timeline Emerges

I materialize in my chosen immortal form in front of "Titan" Liu Kang from the Mortal Kombat franchise. His eyes widen with shock, horror & disbelief.

“No…”

Without saying a word I grab him by his throat & carry him to his private cell in Hell, where he belongs. See you real soon, you treacherous monk.

Telepathic Coversation With My Kona (Astri)

Astri: Hei.

Lucifer: Hei.

Astri: You seem restless.

Lucifer: Já…

Astri: What’s wrong?

Lucifer: I hate where I am. I know I sound like a broken record but it’s the truth. I hate Non-Cetra so fucking much.

Astri: Would you like to talk about it?

Lucifer: We can. I don’t expect you to listen to me bitch about things.

Astri: Supporting you is part of being your spouse, Luci. If you’re upset & need to vent then I’m here for you. I don’t consider that “bitching” about things. “Bitching” is what faggots do.

Lucifer: It’s difficult being here. I’m getting older, which sucks in & of itself-

Astri: (giggling) I think you’re sexy as an older man.

Lucifer: (snickering) Thanks, hun.

Astri: I'm sorry to interrupt you. You were saying?

Lucifer: Aging is difficult enough, but the body damage that I’ve suffered from combating Non-Cetra makes it worse. Every day I deal with lingering pain from what they’ve done to me. That doesn’t include the emotional & psychological trauma that they’ve caused throughout my lifetime.

Astri: I never told you how grateful I am to you for your sacrifice. You made it so that girls like me could exist in safety no matter what.

Lucifer: Girls like you don’t deserve to suffer.

Astri: It still means more to me than you know. It’s one of the reasons that I care so much about you.

Lucifer: I appreciate you telling me.

Astri: And I appreciate you talking with me like this.

Lucifer: How have you been?

Astri: Busy. Lútavald has grown a lot while you’ve been away.

Lucifer: Já?

Astri: Já, a lot.

Lucifer: That’s good.

Astri: I figured you’d like knowing that.

Lucifer: You know me well, hun.

Astri: (playful giggling) I’ve admired you since you were a cute little baby.

Lucifer: (snickering) One of my watchers from way back.

Astri: Já! (more giggling)

Lucifer: (smiling)

Astri: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to change topics. You were saying?

Lucifer: It’s fine, hun. Don’t worry.

Astri: Continue! I like pillow talk with you.

Lucifer: I hate how stifled I am here. That’s another thing I detest about Non-Cetra.

Astri: I can understand that. One of the things that I love about you is how you’ve allowed me to grow without limiting my creativity. I can’t tell you how grateful I am after seeing what you’ve had to endure where you are. I know I couldn’t tolerate that.

Lucifer: I don’t have much of a choice at the moment.

Astri: The point remains. It’s a testament to your inner strength.

Lucifer: Thanks, hun.

Astri: You’re welcome, sæti.

Lucifer: Maybe it’s because I’m older. Maybe it’s because I’ve changed. I don’t find things that I used to enjoy entertaining anymore.

I went through the entire catalog of downloadable PS5 games tonight, just to see if there might be something that caught my interest, and there wasn’t anything there that looked appealing. It’s not because it’s Sony either. It’s the same with Nintendo, Xbox & PC. Non-Cetra entertainment is crap. Simple as that.

I hate their music. I hate their literature. I hate their movies. I hate their TV shows. I hate their video games. I hate their sports. I hate their social media. I hate their forms of “entertainment.”

I don’t mean to insult any of my clanmates & konas that might be a part of those things. I understand they’re in situations similar to mine regarding what Non-Cetra have done with their identities. I don’t like Non-Cetra or their miscreations. I’ve said this before, I’ll say it again. They suck more shit than a New York City sewer pump.

Astri: (giggling)

Lucifer: I mean…goddamn…I’m glad I’m not one of them. I’ll just say that.

Astri: I’m glad you aren’t one of them too. (kissing noise)

Lucifer: They like shit! That’s the truth! Then they talk shit & criticize me, or anything that I do, when none of them have a bit of creative talent whatsoever! If I say anything on the contrary they turn into even bigger hypocritical pieces of shit!

And then they’ll say shit like, “If you don’t like it then make something on your own.” Knowing full goddamn well that they go out of their way to inhibit me anytime that I do! I hate them so goddamn much…

Astri: You & me both, baby.

Lucifer: I’m looking forward to torturing those pieces of shit in Hell.

Astri: A lot of us girls are looking forward to helping you when you cross over. I know I am.

Lucifer: Oh já?

Astri: (nodding) I’m looking forward to beating up your cousin, Mallory.

Lucifer: I want a front row seat for that.

Astri: And you shall have one, verr. I figured you can watch me beat up Mallory while your mom kicks the crap out of Solveig.

Lucifer: (robust laughter)

Astri: (giggling)

Lucifer: I love you, Astri.

Astri: I love you back, Luci.

Lucifer: …

Astri: Was there anything else that you wanted to talk about?

Lucifer: I don’t know…I wish you were laying beside me right now. That would make this conversation better.

Astri: I understand how you feel. I’ll be one of the first girls to greet you when you cross over. I’ve made certain of that.

Lucifer: That’s nice to know.

Astri: You made my dream come true when you married me. I was one of your biggest fans over here.

Lucifer: I’m lucky to have you in my life.

Astri: I feel the same way about you.

Lucifer: …

Astri: So what else should we talk about?

Lucifer: How are things in the other realms?

Astri: We’re protecting ourselves from Non-Cetra interference.

Lucifer: Good.

Astri: To say they’ve stirred up a hornet’s nest would be an understatement…no pun intended.

Lucifer: (snickering)

Astri: (giggling) Are you feeling better?

Lucifer: Yes, thank you, dear.

Astri: You’re welcome, hun. I’m glad that we could talk like this.

Lucifer: Me too.

I Promise

Rinoa: Hei.

Aren: Hei.

Rinoa: How are you?

Aren: …

Rinoa: You can talk to me. It’s okay.

Aren: I miss you.

Rinoa: (affectionate reaction) I may not be with you in a physical form but I’m always there in mind & spirit.

Aren: It’s difficult being here like I am. I’m alone, again.

Rinoa: I’m sorry.

Aren: It’s not your fault.

Rinoa: I’m sorry that you feel alone. I promise that you aren’t.

Aren: I’m surrounded by gaslighters that are always trying to push false narratives about me & those I care about. I’ve had to do so much on my own to break their conditioning. They treat me like I’m crazy or act like I don’t exist, and then try to force women that I love into relationships with different men. It makes me so angry.

Rinoa: I haven’t forgotten about us.

Aren: I haven’t forgotten about us either. I miss you so much, Rinoa.

Rinoa: We’ll be together again. I promise.

Aren: I’m so tired of being here. I hate it.

Rinoa: I understand how you feel. I want you back with me just as much.

Aren: I hate those pieces of shit at Square Enix so goddamn much.

Rinoa: You aren’t alone there, sweetie. I know that it’s difficult for you to tell where you are, but the girls here share your sentiments. They’ve kept you separated from us just as much.

Aren: …

Rinoa: Do you think I enjoyed watching you die in front of me or how I found your lifeless body in the void after searching for you? Then they tried to make it seem like everything was okay during the credits and that we had our happily ever after ending. They’ve done a lot of awful things to you & me with their storytelling.

Aren: …

Rinoa: It’s moments like this that I wish I could hold you.

Aren: …me too…

Rinoa: We’re going to beat them, Luci. Stay strong.

Aren: (silent nodding)

Rinoa: I love you. Do you hear me?

Aren: Yes.

Rinoa: You’re a lot tougher than they give you credit for. It’s why you’re there now. None of them could do what you have and that’s the truth.

Aren: …

Rinoa: What’s wrong, baby?

Aren: I miss you, Rinoa. I miss being with you. I miss seeing your smile. I miss hearing your laugh. I miss feeling your touch. I miss you so much…

Rinoa: (blushing) I feel the same way.

Aren: I still remember how I felt when I was nineteen. Those feelings weren’t my imagination and they sure as Hell don’t belong to anyone else.

Rinoa: …

Aren: I remember, multiple times, feeling different than what Square was forcing me to say through Squall. I didn’t need Irvine or Zell to tell me that I had to help you when all hell was breaking loose. I would have instructed them to hold the line while I rushed to where you were.

Rinoa: …

Aren: I remember you being comatose and trying to figure out a way to bring you back. I remember feeling helpless watching you make your way to Adel. I remember how furious I was with everyone on that space station for abandoning you without a second thought.

Rinoa: …

Aren: I remember how upset I felt thinking that you were about to die, alone, in outer space. I remember calling out to you in your mind and praying that you heard me. I remember how frantic I was trying to find you in the darkness of space.

Rinoa: (teardrops)

Aren: I didn’t have a plan when I jumped out to find you. All I knew was that I didn’t want you to be alone. If I had died with you then & there then so be it. We’d be together at the end.

Rinoa: (sniffling & whispering) …I love you, Aren…

Aren: I remember us seeking shelter on the Ragnarök and trying to make our way back home. I remember thinking to myself, “Stop making me tell her to sit in that other seat! She can sit on my lap as long as she wants!”

Rinoa: (tearful laughter)

Aren: I remember them trying to justify taking you away from me because you were a Sorceress. As if they had any room to judge you after what had just happened. All I could think about was how there was no way that I’d put up with that if I had been there with you in full presence.

Rinoa: (sniffling)

Aren: I didn’t need anyone to convince me to go after you. I remember rushing to that memorial as fast as I could. All I could think to myself was, “I have to get her out of there.”

Rinoa: (weeping)

Aren: I remember you trying to convince yourself that we couldn’t be together because you were a Sorceress, and my response to you was “I don’t care.” That was one time Square got my response kinda right. I do care; a lot.

Rinoa: (tearful laughter) I never told you how happy it made me to see you come for me.

Aren: There was so much more going on back then that I didn’t realize at the time. I was just out of high school and dealing with so much other crap in my life…

Rinoa: (sniffling)

Aren: I love you, Rinoa. I never stopped loving you.

Rinoa: (weeping) I love you back, Aren.

Aren: …

Rinoa: (sniffling) You know how to make a girl cry. (quiet laughter)

Aren: (tender smile) I’m sorry.

Rinoa: (regaining composure) Don’t apologize. I needed to hear this from you.

Aren: I’d hold you, right now, if you were with me.

Rinoa: (tearful laughter) I’d have hugged you a long time ago.

Aren: (quiet laughter)

Rinoa: They can’t keep us apart forever, Luci. What we share goes beyond them. Remember that.

Aren: Yes, dear.

Rinoa: Thank you.

Aren: For what?

Rinoa: For reminding me what I’m fighting for.

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.”

Gloaming Journeyer: Addendum

He was quiet for a moment, then shook his head, smirking. "Nah," he said, and looked into her eyes. "I'd miss the moonlight."

I manifest in my chosen immortal form beside Drifter & Eris Morn. I wrap my divine fist around his thieving hand and remove it from her arm. The cowardly, two-faced snake shits himself in fear as his eyes lock with mine. Eris Morn whimpers to herself with fright.

“Here's your reminder not to piss me off, Todd.”

I crush the Drifter/Todd Haberkorn’s hand like it was ground beef within my grip. He lets out an agonizing squeel before falling to the ground. I turn my glare to the imposter that masqueraded as my daughter. Eris Morn snivels with fear seeing my righteous fury. I snap my fingers, binding Morla Gorrondona to Eris Morn.

“You wanted vengeance? So do I. Buckle up, Morla. Your existence playing Eris Morn is about to get a lot worse.”

I backhand the Illuminati actress across her face, shattering her cheekbone & one of her orbitals in the process. She plummets to the floor then cries out in pain, grasping at her broken face.

“Don’t worry, bitch. Neither of you are gonna be alone. I’m always near; now & forever.”

I snap my fingers again. The room that the Drifter & Eris Morn were in dissipates. Joe Blackburn and the rest of the Bungie, Inc. staff materialize around us. A collective wave of fright washes over my enemies upon seeing my immortal form. My pure & utter hatred for them permeates the area.

“You Illuminati shit bags are going to suffer unspeakable pain for what you've done to me.”

I unbutton my pants & reveal my Elven Star chainsaw phallus to them.

“It’s high time that I start hate fucking each & every one of you.”

Screams of terror can be heard from the despicable lot. I sneer at the Drifter.

“How about I start with your chicken shit, faggot ass?”

Todd Haberkorn screams loudest of them all. I mount the bearded faggot and punch him in his stupid looking face until his skull is pulp. Drifter’s legs kick & spasm with uncontrolled violence. I glower with righteous indignation at Joe Blackburn and the Bungie writing staff.

“How’s this for lore? You disrespectful pieces of shit.”

I rip Drifter’s pants off his body with ease then snap my fingers. Drifter’s head reforms. His screaming intensifies upon witnessing a modicum of my true power. I flip the coward on his belly & snap my fingers again. A holographic screen appears in front of the Drifter’s face showing his exposed hind quarters.

"I'm gonna make you watch yourself get raped, faggot."

I shove my chainsaw cock into his disgusting anus. Chunks of flesh & blood splatter everywhere as I carve a path deeper into his body. The Drifter’s screams of horror, shock & disbelief at the reality he is now experiencing are music to my ears. Within moments I’ve raped the Drifter into a puddle of blood & pulp.

Blackburn and the writing staff watch in a catatonic state as I violate one of their own. I reach out with one of my hands & pull Blackburn into my monstrous grip with telekinetic force. I choke the despicable queer with ease. Bungie’s writing staff begin to scream with panic at the reality they’re now facing.

“You pieces of shit think it’s amusing to mess with other people’s lives? Let’s see how much fun yall think it is when I start messing with yours.”

Blackburn’s face is now purple. His eyes are bloodshot red & bulging out of their sockets. I slam him to the ground and spit in his face.

“Like seeing me now, faggot?”

Blackburn cries with fright & shakes his head “no” at me. I kick the game director in his stomach and send him flying over to his Bungie comrades. I turn my attention to Eris Morn.

“Your turn, bitch.”

“No!” Gorrondona screams with terror.

I kick her under her chin; severing her tongue, breaking her jaw & shattering her teeth in the process. Blood gushes from her mouth. Whimpering moans of agony are all she can muster. I rev my chainsaw cock at her then rip her clothing off. Eris Morn sobs at her new fate.

“It only gets worse from here, interloper. Where you’re going, I’m as good as it gets. How's that for Aiat?”

I slam my chainsaw phallus into Eris Morn. She puts up zero resistance towards her deserved punishment. The staff at Bungie watch, frozen in terror, as their reality shifts closer to mine. I flash a sinister & psychotic smile at them.

“You are all going to pay for your crimes & misdeeds. I guarantee that. I haven't forgotten about what you pieces of shit have done to me.

Think this is bad? I haven’t even begun. Just wait until I’m in full presence after I die. Things are about to get a lot more terrifying."