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.

Telepathic Conversation With My Kona (Savathûn)

Lucifer: Thank you.

Savathûn: For what, dear?

Lucifer: For helping me understand the error that I made trusting my abusers.

Savathûn: (heartfelt smile) You are most welcome, my love. You deserve true justice.

Lucifer: (restraining emotions)

Savathûn: I love you, Lucifer.

Lucifer: I love you back, Savathûn.

Clarifying Statement

When I said in my book, "I am you, and you are me," what that means is that I know each & every one of you who has used my personal energy throughout existence; and you've all used my energy. It also means that I am going to punish you all (excluding those I choose of my own volition) for what you've done to me. I have the right to correct my mistakes after what I've endured during my lifetime.

The Devil Went Down To Georgia

I materialize in my chosen immortal from in front of Charles Edward Daniels & his bitch boi butt buddy Johnny. I take the golden fiddle Johnny was playing then bash him & that no talent dead old fat sack of shit Charlie Daniels over their skulls until their heads are bloody pulp. Looks like your best wasn’t good enough this time, Johnny.

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.

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.

Correcting The Record

I am not Jesus. That was a misunderstanding on my part due to me being brainwashed, indoctrinated & gaslit about reality. My spirit is not Jewish nor was it ever. Jesus (Yeshua) is a liar & a thief who I am going to punish for every crime that he's supposedly forgiven, including crimes committed against me (both real & imagined).

Happy Birthday, Fareeha

Fareeha: (playful inflection) Hei, verr.

Lucifer: (gentle smile) Hei, hun. How was your birthday?

Fareeha: It was nice & laid-back. Angela & the girls took me out for dinner, then we got ice cream cones & relaxed at one of the parks in New Valhalla.

Lucifer: That does sound nice.

Fareeha: It’ll be even nicer once you join us in full presence.

Lucifer: Já…

Fareeha: I got your gift too.

Lucifer: And?

Fareeha: (blushing) I’m looking forward to wearing it for you after you cross over. I plan on wearing it tonight with Angela. She’s gonna be drooling for sure. You know what looks good on a Goddess, Luci.

Lucifer: (lighthearted laughter) I’m glad you like it, darling.

Fareeha: I have an idea how you can help me make my evening with Angela even better…

Lucifer: (snickering) I think I know where this is going.

Fareeha: You read my thoughts. What do you say?

Lucifer: It’s difficult to say ‘no.’ You are the birthday girl.

Fareeha: (delighted laughter) Yes, I am. Now publish this story & spend some quality time with your kona.

Lucifer: (snickering) Yes, dear.