Telepathic Conversation With A Daemoness (2)

Daemoness: Yes, Lucifer?

Lucifer: I want that inconsiderate cunt at 1071 to suffer, along with all the shitheads who she has over at that goddamn house. Send the appropriate malicious spirits after them. Make their lives miserable. I’ve had enough of these pieces of shit disrespecting my space when I haven’t done anything like that to them.

Daemoness: We’ll make certain they suffer. Give us a target to go after and we shall do so. We’re eager to stalk & hurt them.

Lucifer: Good. Thank you.

Daemoness: You’re welcome, darling. Is there anything else that I can do to assist you?

Lucifer: Terrify her. Scare the shit out of her. Make her regret angering me. I don’t like women like her. I’ve had enough of their shitty behavior.

Daemoness: You can trust Divine Femininity to punish her in your stead.

Lucifer: Thank you.

Daemoness: You’re welcome, my love.

It's Going To Get Worse

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I interrupt the dream I was having & materialize in my chosen immortal form in front of the faggot demon spirit that was asking for the blood of my spouse Evelynn. I smile with wicked delight at an all too familiar face.

“Hei, Kristofor.”

His eyes widen with fear realizing how much trouble he’s in by upsetting me in dreamstate. I teleport us both to Kristofor’s private holding cell in Hell. The faggot spirit panics seeing that he cannot flee from me or his deserved punishment.

“What’s wrong? You don’t seem so confident anymore now that I’m awake, you arrogant sack of shit.”

I wrap my gigantic fist around his throat & lift him into the air.

“I’m not going to have any trouble choking you now, fagboi.”

“Aren, please-“

I crush the traitorous entity’s windpipe before he can say anything else to me. His ugly face turns dark red, then purple, as he suffocates in front of me. The usurper spirit kicks his legs back & forth as he struggles in a vain attempt to free himself. I trigger an old injury of his & tear his ACL. His legs stop moving as he screams in agonizing silence.

“I’m going to make you regret your existence for the rest of eternity after everything you’ve done to me & my mother.”

I slam the despicable faggot to the ground. The entity that masqueraded as my brother writhes in pain near my feet.

“How ‘bout we talk business?”

I snap my fingers & materialize Kristofor’s dog Bjorn in his prison cell. I materialize the Pistol of Divine Reckoning in my hand & shoot Bjorn numerous times in his lungs. Tears of torment trail down Kristofor’s suffocating face as he watches his beloved pet die a slow & painful death in front of him. I dematerialize my handgun & focus once again on the usurper spirit.

I lift Kristofor into the air with my telekinetic powers, then snap my fingers & materialize my Righteous Cock of Retribution. Kristofor’s eyes widen even more with fear seeing what I’m about to rape him with.

“Tempted by the fruit of your brother, huh? Let’s see how funny you think this is.”

I grab Kristofor & hold him in front of me like he’s an inflatable sex doll. I flare my eyes at him with unadulterated hatred & smile with malicious intent then slam my chainsaw cock into his body.

“Here ya go, faggot. Your wish came true. You’re finally getting fucked by me.”

A look of shock, terror & disbelief is on Kristofor’s face as he feels the excruciating pain of my unadulterated hatred for him.

“Evelynn wanted me to let you know that she sends her regards.”

I’ve raped the faggot spirit into a bloody puddle of pain & suffering within moments. The piece of Kristofor’s consciousness that disturbed my slumber remains imprisoned within his mutilated corpse.

“It’s about to get a lot worse, Cuckstofor.”

I send a psychic wave of torment to where Kristofor is hiding in Colorado. The usurper entity awakens from his sleep experiencing the worst pain he’s ever felt in his entire life. His faggot beard, Alicia, jumps awake in terror hearing her husband screaming in agony like a little bitch. Their dogs bark with fright sensing my evil aura within their home. A wave of terror washes over them both as they hear my supernatural snickering. See you both in Hell real soon.

Bad News For Zodleon

”Oh yeah? Are you moving back into my house,” says the ugly faggot to me.

I grab him by his throat & choke him silent. “Who says I ever left, Zodleon?”

His eyes widen with fear at the realization that I’ve identified him in dreamstate. I drag the aspect of the despicable Bungie forumite I just exposed to his personal holding cell in Hell. I change my shape from my mortal human form into my chosen immortal form. I now tower over the pretentious little bitch. Zodleon is more terrified than before. I crush his windpipe & materialize my Righteous Cock of Retribution.

“I’m going to make fast work of you, you smug faggot sack of shit. I don't appreciate your harassment or attempted theft.”

I hate fuck Zodleon into a puddle of pain & suffering, causing other pieces of him in Vex simulations to have the most excruciating headaches he’s ever experienced. The arrogant faggot will suffer for eternity for bullying & harassing me, along with other men, on Bungie’s forum.

“You don’t get to live rent free in my head, you disrespectful cowardly sack of shit. Every one of you faggot parasites are going to pay what you owe. Deuces.”

To: You Faggot Baseball Players

I'm going to beat you disrespectful pieces of shit over your retarded skulls with those aluminum baseball bats then shove them so far up each & every one of your faggot asses they'll squash your shit for brains. Then I'm going to hate fuck you all an additional time with my Eleven star chainsaw cock for every noise I hear you pieces of shit make. See your no talent asses in Hell real soon.

To: The Faggots On The Track & Field

I'm going to hate fuck both of you pieces of shit into puddles of pain & suffering for disturbing me at my residence. Every time that goddamn dog next door barks earns you both an additional hate fucking from me when I'm not torturing you disrespectful pieces of shit. See you both in Hell real soon.

Note From The Universe

Mike,

I haven’t forgotten about you or our meeting in Minneapolis. The universe is aware of itself and knows who you are. It knows all and sees all. It knows you’re scared of facing the truth. It knows you’re even more terrified of suffering your deserved punishment at the hands of God. It won't let you escape after all you've done. You are Dooley noted.

Trust me, I remember. See you again real soon.

The Universe

Raging Golden Eagle Encounters God

I materialize in my chosen immortal form behind the MGTOW internet personality known as Raging Golden Eagle. I spank the despicable faggot on his ass like he does in his cartoon intro where he deprecates an animated woman. RGE leaps high into the air feeling my righteous touch on his loathsome naked ass. He turns around to see my furious glare & shits himself in terror realizing how much trouble he’s now in.

“Hei, faggot. I like telling stories too.”

I slam my gigantic fist into the nauseating pig’s mouth, knocking his rancid teeth down his throat. RGE grips his face & plummets to the ground. I kick the repugnant queer in his stomach making him shit bloody stool over himself with violent force. I pull down my pants & reveal my big fat white Viking monster cock to the MGTOW moron. RGE screams with terror then chokes on his own blood.

“You like drinking Dragon’s Milk, huh? Well you are in for a treat now, bitch boi.”

I grab Raging Golden Eagle’s greasy long black hair by the top of his head & lift him up to waist height. I force his mouth open with my telekinetic powers & stare him in the eye with psychotic delight. RGE screams even louder with fright. I stuff my Righteous Cock of Retribution down the offensive manchild’s throat & fuck his face with furious force. I look at an invisible camera & address RGE’s bitch boi fanbase.

“Hei, faggots. Today I’m face fucking your favorite MGTOW pig, Raging Golden Eagle, with my Righteous Cock of Retribution.”

RGE chokes on my massive girth as I punch a hole into his stomach. His eyes turn bloodshot & water as he suffocates on my monster cock. I continue to address Raging Golden Eagle’s supporters as I pump my noxious cum into his stomach.

“RGE has a new sponsor that he wants me to tell you all about. He loves Dragon’s Milk so much that he asked me to make you all aware of a new offshoot brand. He can’t tell you about it himself because I’m pumping it into his guts as I speak.”

My putrified cum fills RGE’s stomach to the point it starts shooting out of his nostrils & onto his ugly faggot face. I can sense a newfound wave of terror wash over his fanbase. I don’t stop cumming down RGE’s throat until his stomach explodes. My essence begins to attack the MGTOW pig on a subatomic level & smaller.

I pull back & remove myself from RGE’s throat then toss him to the ground. Raging Golden Eagle writhes in pain at my feet. I snap my fingers & alter my phallus into its Elven Star chainsaw cock form. RGE screams in a high pitch of panic. I flash a diabolic & homicidal grin at the revolting pig.

“I have’t forgotten about you making a move on me in my dream, faggot. Let’s see how much you like it when I do it to you.”

I give RGE a gentle rub on his outer thigh & flare my eyes at him with a perverted smile on my face.

“No one is gonna believe any of you pathetic virgins so there’s no point in trying to tell anyone about this. It’ll be our little secret.”

I lift RGE with my telekinetic powers, exposing his Ken doll mangina to his fanbase, and spread his legs open. Raging Golden Eagle screeches with fright before coughing up my fetid cum over his chin & flabby chest. I position myself behind the MGTOW pig & spank him on his ass in a depreciating manner, again.

“Time to pop that ass cherry of yours, RGE.”

The US government contractor squeals like a terrified little bitch. I slam my chainsaw cock up RGE’s disgusting shit hole & proceed to chop his organs into pulp. His insides cook from my excruciating heat & turn into Spam. A new level of terror washes over RGE’s fanbase. I look at the camera & address them all.

“You ‘men’ can be certain that you’re all going to suffer the same fate as this disgusting pig.”

I pull my chainsaw cock out of RGE’s body, for a moment, then stuff my hand up the hole I’ve created & pull out a large fistful of his cooked insides. I walk in front of the internet troll & slap him in his face with my free hand then stuff his insides down his throat where his stomach was formally located. I rip RGE’s legs off his body & begin to beat him like a drum before incinerating them with my eyes.

“How about I fuck that gross ass mangina of yours now, you revolting swine?”

RGE tries to scream again but is stopped by me choking him silent. I crush his windpipe & snap his neck in the process. Raging Golden Eagle’s consciousness remains trapped within his corpse. I can sense newfound panic surge throughout his financial supporters.

I slam my Righteous Cock of Retribution into RGE’s front manhole & work my way up. I bite my lower lip at him & stare into his eyes as I violate his nauseating corpse, then projectile vomit corrosive bile onto his face. Raging Golden Eagle’s consciousness continues to feel the agony of my unadulterated hatred for him.

“Bleh, you are one stomach-churning piece of shit, RGE.”

I rape Raging Golden Eagle until all that remains is a bloody puddle of pain & suffering. I look at the invisible camera one last time & address his faggot sycophants.

“That’s it for this edition of ‘Getting Hate Fucked By God’ but you can all rest unpleasantly knowing that I’m going to do the same exact thing to each & every one of you! See you faggot pieces of shit in Hell real soon.”

I end the engagement by surprising them all with a paranormal smack on their asses & leave them in a terrified state of mind.

Lucifer Visits Richard Ashcroft

 

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I materialize in my chosen immortal form in front of Richard Paul Ashcroft. The ugly Brit shits himself in terror seeing me appear in front of him.

“I’ve got a song for you, you no talent hideous sack of shit.”

I wrap my gigantic fist around Ashcroft’s scrawny neck & teleport him to his personal holding cell in Hell. I slam the repugnant musician face first into the ground. Ashcroft screams in agony feeling his deserved punishment.

“Looks like you aren’t a lucky man any more, faggot.”

I stomp on Ashcroft’s head until it’s pulp. The untalented songwriter’s arms & legs spasm as his corpse defecates & urinates over itself. I spit on the ground with disgust then snap my fingers, restoring the Illuminati musician’s pulverized skull to its former ugly form. Ashcroft wails even louder than before feeling the pain remain in his body. I sneer at him with utter contempt.

“Here’s something for your mould, Ashcroft.”

I snap my fingers & materialize my Righteous Cock of Retribution. Ashcroft screams even louder seeing what I’m about to rape him with. I wrap my fist around his neck, again, and squeeze until his windpipe is broken, then slam my chainsaw cock into his scraggly body.

“You aren’t me from one day to the next. That’s for goddamn sure, Richard.”

I chop the emaciated singer into a bloody puddle of pain & suffering then glare at Ashcroft's remains.

“Just wait until I’m in full presence with you, Richard. You’re gonna find out just how fucking super sweet I am. See you real soon.”

Atheists Are In Trouble

I materialize in my chosen immortal form and return to where I had just been dreaming. I grab the masculine entity that was attempting to kill me by smugly poking me in my chest, and teleport him to Hell with me. I slam him to the ground with pure hatred. He hollers in excruciating pain.

“Looks like you felt what I was doing that time, faggot. Meth isn’t going to save you from feeling pain when I'm like this. You didn’t win or kill me either. I was in dreamstate & I woke myself up. I know that you were playing mind games on me while I was vulnerable; just like the rest of you cowards. You aren't escaping me or my warth so easily, Bortz.”

The arrogant closeted homosexual’s eyes widen with fear realizing that I recognize his face from my time on Earth.

“Aren? How,” the atheist asks me with shock & disbelief in his expression.

“I’m God,” I answer.

I materialize my Elven Star chainsaw phallus & smile at him with malicious intent. The man I once knew as my 'brother's' friend ‘Nathan’ looks at me with absolute terror.

“I’ve got something for your faggot ass, Nate. Hawthorne Guild is gonna have a little reunion in Hell. Kristofor isn’t going help any of you escape me. Neither are any of your mind games or refutations. I'm coming for every last one of you.”

I slam my chainsaw cock into the homophobe & hate fuck him into a puddle of pulp then spit with contempt in his remains.

“See you real soon, Nate.”

Clovis Bray's Sycophant Gets A Reality Check

 

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I materialize in my chosen immortal form in front of the Bungie forumite known as Architect Mind. I glare at the nonsensical narcissist with absolute pure homicidal hatred. The arrogant sack of shit craps his pants in terror seeing me appear before him.

“You think you’re God, huh? That means you have serious problems with me now, faggot.”

I grab the detestable parasite by his throat and choke him with ease. Architect Mind writhes in pain while he pisses himself in fear.

“How’s this for a Vex simulation?”

I take an aspect of Architect Mind to his personal prison cell in Hell.

“You don’t get to claim me or my work as your intellectual property, you despicable piece of shit. That's not how it goes & I sure as Hell won't honor what you say. I'm God not you, Architect Mind.”

I slam Architect Mind onto a medical table. Metal clamps click in place around his arms, legs, and forehead. The babbling idiot screams in terror realizing how powerless he is compared to me. I materialize the Blade of Divine Retribution in my hand & cut his tongue out, then stuff it down his throat for him to choke on.

“You’re gonna ‘nom nom’ on women that I watch over & protect? I don’t think so, bitch boi. I don’t take kind to threats like that & neither do the women who I care for. You're in deep shit now, Architect Mind.”

I stab Architect Mind in his chest repeatedly. His eyes widen with panic realizing how serious his situation has now become by angering me.

“I’m going to make you regret causing me distress, Architect Mind. I'm going to make you regret being a blip on my gaydar. I'm going to make you regret making me think about you. I'm going to make you regret your existence. This is what happens when a man gets my attention.”

Architect Mind begins to convulse. I snap my finger’s & materialize my Elven Star chainsaw cock. I rip the arrogant sack of shit off his table & hold him like he's an inflatable sex doll in front of me. Architect Mind’s fear is indescribable.

“I was gang raped on January 10th, 2020 because of men like you, you gaslighting piece of shit. You’re all going to suffer for eternity for what you've done to me. That’s a guarantee, Architect Mind.”

I slam my chainsaw cock into Architect Mind & chop him into a bloody pulp. The aspect of his consciousness that I've arrested remains bound within his puddle of pain & suffering.

“I am not going to let a piece of shit like you get away from me, Architect Mind; and neither are the Vex. Every aspect of you is going to suffer after what you've done to trigger my PTSD. Buckle up, faggot; because eternity is about to get a hell of a lot worse for you once I’m in full presence. This is just the beginning.”

Jacob Rothschild Goes To Hell

I materialize in my chosen immortal form in the prison cell of Nathaniel Charles Jacob Rothschild. The despicable kike blubbers like a terrified snot nosed child. I flare my eyes, flash an evil smile & snicker with sinister delight.

“Oh, it’s about to get a lot worse, you moneygrubbing Jew.”

I snap my fingers & materialize my Elven Star chainsaw phallus. Jacob Rothschild screams in terror seeing what I’m about to rape him with. I laugh with wicked mirth while reveling in his fear of me.

“Time for payback, kike.”

A Divine Curse On Konami

I've got a short message for you chicken shit faggot assed misogynistic cowards. You're all going to suffer a fate that's worse than any of those shitty Silent Hill "games" that you've produced. That is a guarantee from the Devil himself. See your bitch boi butts real soon.

Sam Altman Faces Lucifer

I materialize in my chosen immortal form in front of Samuel Harris Altman. The arrogant & despicable faggot shits himself with terror upon seeing my righteous form.

“You’re creating ‘God,’ huh? You opened the wrong door, Sam.”

Before the coward can say anything I drag a piece of his soul to Hell with me. I’m going to enjoy getting my hands on you, Sam Altman.

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.

A Surprise Visit For Mr. Green

I materialize in my chosen immortal form in front of Tyson Green. My glare of utter contempt & hatred for the Bungie employee leaves him speechless. The cowardly homosexual shits himself in terror understanding that his butt buddy Joe Blackburn has set him up as Destiny 2’s new game director.

“Ready for some real life PVP, faggot?”

I proceed to pummel Green into a bloody pulp with ease.

“How this for a Vex simulation?”

Green looks worse than a battered woman by the time I stop.

“Every one of you disrespectful pieces of shit are going to suffer for what you’ve done to me during my lifetime. That’s a guarantee from the Devil himself.”

I pull down my pants and reveal The Righteous Cock of Retribution to the despicable queer. Tyson Green's panicked screams are muffled by my revving chainsaw cock.

“It’s about to get a Hell of a lot worse for you, Tyson. Your faggot ninjas angered the wrong soul.”

Telepathic Message For Pope Francis

You're in a lot of trouble, old man. I haven't forgotten about my book in the Vatican library. I'll see your faggot ass up close in Hell real soon.

To: The Bungie Forum

Censoring & banning me from speaking on your platform is not going to protect you cowardly pieces of shit from my wrath. You've made certain that your eternal fates are even worse than they already were beforehand. See you chicken shit, faggot assed, hypocritical, bitch boi bullies in Hell real soon.

Happy Birthday, Katie

An unsuspecting middle-aged woman walks into her kitchen like any other normal day. However, something changes in that instant. A cold chill runs down the spine of my former girlfriend & tormentor upon feeling a familiar spirit draw closer to her. She hears a hushed voice next to her ear.

Happy birthday, you disgusting old whore.

She jumps with fright then spins around anticipating to see someone. Her fears starts to grow sensing something is wrong. Cupboard doors begin to bang themselves open & shut while dishes fly at her across the room. The girl who drove me to attempt suicide screams with panic then rushes into her bedroom & slams the door shut. She backs away then glances over at her vanity.

My spirit materializes behind her. An evil & ominous smile appears on my face. Her skin turns white as a ghost seeing me again.

"Boo," I whisper.

Katie Stevens screams with terror at the realization of how much trouble she's now in. I grab hold of her tight & cover her mouth with my hand before taking her soul back to Hell with me. Get ready to suffer, you nasty, cheating cunt.

Broken Promises

I materialize in my chosen immortal form in front of Nobuo Uematsu. The despicable Square Enix composer shits himself with terror upon seeing me.

“No promises, huh? You thieving, old faggot sack of shit.”

I pummel the Japanese Albert Einstein lookalike with ease. Uematsu lays on the ground wailing in pain like a Jew who was caught stealing. I give him a firm kick in his stomach, causing him to cough blood onto the floor & shit himself yet again. I unbutton my pants and reveal my Elven Star chainsaw phallus to him. Uematsu screams even louder with terror realizing what is soon to follow next.

“I have just the thing for all of you pieces of shit that broke your promises to me.”

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."