Telepathic Conversation With My Kona (Fareeha)

 

Fareeha: You can rest assured that I made certain every entity you interact with in dreamstate is categorized & processed to your specifications.

Lucifer: Thank you, Pharah. I appreciate it.

Fareeha: Not a problem, chief.

Lucifer: How are things over on your side?

Fareeha: Excellent. Our communications & organization improve by the day. Our operating systems are running more efficient than ever before. Recon is producing more accurate information on our targets & our countermeasures are impeccable. Our prognostications are flawless as well.

The societal advancements you’ve implemented have catapulted Valkyrie society into unrivaled levels of success. Being categorized into a Type 20 civilization has paid massive dividends & has set us up for even further advancement once you’ve crossed over, if not before. I’m proud to be a part of your team, chief.

Lucifer: That’s wonderful to hear.

Fareeha: I have to say, enlisting with you was the best decision that I ever made.

Lucifer: I’m honored to have you as my second, Fareeha.

Fareeha: How are you doing over there?

Lucifer: I’m alright. As good as I can be, considering things. Our interactions always make me feel better so I’m grateful for that.

Fareeha: (blushing smile) I’m glad I can be of assistance to you, Luci.

Lucifer: What about you? How are you feeling, dear?

Fareeha: Charged up & ready to kick some butts.

Lucifer: (smiling) Good to hear. How’s our unit doing?

Fareeha: The intel I’m getting from our troops is promising. They’re doing good work.

Lucifer: Wonderful.

Fareeha: You’ve also got a long lineup of new recruits waiting to see you over here, chief.

Lucifer: (laughter) That’s not a bad problem to have.

Fareeha: An excellent problem to have. (laughter)

Lucifer: How are things with Angela over in medical?

Fareeha: In simple terms, terrific. She’s been working with Viper.

Lucifer: (delighted surprise) Ooh, now that’s a meeting of minds that could produce some serious results.

Fareeha: (smiling) I figured you’d like knowing about that.

Lucifer: How are the military exercises going over there?

Fareeha: They aren’t for everyone, but those of us who enjoy that type of lifestyle love it. Your wargames are, bar none, the best, chief. I’m having so much fun over here.

Lucifer: (smiling) I’m glad to hear it.

Fareeha: It’s going to be even better once you’re over here in full presence with us.

Lucifer: I’m looking forward to it. Legendary skirmishes with Valkyrie Goddesses sounds like an excellent way to pass the time.

Fareeha: You’re going to love watching the Dróttning campaigns. Some of the territorial disputes I’ve seen are just wild. They’re as exciting to watch as they are to participate in.

Lucifer: That’s awesome.

Fareeha: They’re so much fun. (quiet giggling)

Lucifer: How has the clan’s reception been for our combat shows?

Fareeha: That would be a contributing factor to our new recruits. You’ve struck a chord with Divine Femininity. Valkyries are loving their existence with you at the helm.

Lucifer: (tender smile) I’m glad to hear it.

Fareeha: I’m looking forward to you crossing over.

Lucifer: Me too, hun.

Fareeha: I should get back to my other duties. I’m grateful we could take an opportunity to speak like this.

Lucifer: So am I. Thank you again, Fareeha. I appreciate everything you do to help me.

Fareeha: (blushing) I’m honored to fight by your side, chief.

Lucifer: (smiling) I love you, hun.

Fareeha: (charmed smile) I love you back, Luci.

Lucifer: (deep breath) Alright then. Back to it.

Fareeha: (salute) Yes, sir.

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.”

Atreus Makes A Big Mistake

I toss Kratos’ little faggot turd Atreus, by his throat, into his personal prison cell in Hell. The snot nosed little shit cowers on the ground seeing my righteous indignation. I look at the child of the usurper god with pure unadulterated hatred.

“You gonna tell me what’s not my right now, Loki?”

I boot the ill-mannered twerp under his chin & shatter his teeth before Atreus can open his mouth to spite me. His tongue is severed in the process. Loki clutches his face in agony.

“You have the right to remain silent, Atreus. Anything you say shall be used against you in my divine court of law.”

I kick Atreus in his chest (with little to no force), crushing his sternum & breaking his rib cage. The rude little shit writhes in pain feeling his deserved punishment.

“Playing mind games on me by messing with my dreams was a big mistake, Loki. I know who I am. I know who I am not. I know what’s a lie about me from the truth. I know what I’ve lived through & suffered during my lifetime. I know what I’ve sacrificed myself for & why. It’s forever a part of my soul & consciousness; and there’s no changing that no matter how much you rude, arrogant, chicken shit, faggot assed cowards dislike that fact.

Kratos murdered his wife & daughter before he shat you out, Atreus. That's his story. Neither of you belong in Norse territory, but I’m not going to punish you just for that.

I’m going to torture you both because I’m Lucifer Aren Caeleste and your father is a retarded Spartan who has fled from his deserved punishment for far too long. I'm going to punish you even more, Loki, because you have earned it tenfold now. I'm cleansing the Norse realms of your filth & trickery.”

I lift Atreus into the air with my telekinetic powers then choke him. His face is a dark purple. Kratos' Turd of War struggles to breathe for a few moments, then dies a pathetic death. His consciousness remains trapped within his corpse. I slam his body into the ground and look at him with pure contempt.

“A little shit like you isn’t going to tell me what is or isn’t my right & get away with it, Loki. I have every right to protect myself & those I care about after what I’ve suffered at the hands of my enemies. You don’t have a right to tell me otherwise. You made a big mistake confronting me, you arrogant little shit, and now you’re going to suffer the consequences of invoking my righteous fury.”

I manifest my Elven Star chainsaw phallus & rev it loud at Atreus’ corpse. I can feel Loki's terror as he watches helplessly. I spit on his revolting body.

“You might be dead but this is still going to hurt you, you disrespectful little shit. I’ve made certain of that.”

I lift Atreus with my telekinetic powers, again, then chop his corpse into blood & pulp with my Righteous Cock of Retribution. I spit a toxic loogie into his puddle of pain & suffering, adding to the child’s torture. Loki’s soul screams in torment feeling his deserved punishment.

“Hell is going to get so much fucking worse for the two of you once I’m in full presence. You can be sure of that, Loki. I'll change the name of the realm, if I have to, after I crossover just to spite you & undue your trickery. It’s my divine right as a legitimate Norse nobleman. It's my right as Lord God Almighty.

Sony & Santa Monica Studios are not going to save you from my wrath & neither is your deception. I don't honor the lies of dishonorable pieces of shit like you. Divine Retribution is headed your way like you can't begin to imagine, Loki. That's a guarantee from the Devil himself."