Chapter 1
November 18, 2023 at 4:08 AM
— Well, nits, have you had enough? Want to know how a lady can fuck yours?
— Fucking lady, get the fuck out, please. On someone else’s, besides him, in your noodles, a whore, any underdeveloped mind with money will believe and… uh, wha…
It seems that for the first time something happened to him that he immediately admitted that he had said too much. His colloquial speech, without paying attention to the years before coming of age, is always full of obscenity, sexism, racism and self-bragging. Does he like to communicate with everyone like that, or did a matter of habit have the upper hand over reason, the tenth thing and try who ask him about it directly! Even if the infernal president would have called him to account for this — believing in morality, like benevolent sectarians from the upper world with their types of debauchery… Extremely similar to this, the afterlife, where the question arises of itself, who has adopted the fashion of corrupting from whom, erecting it both in entertainment and in a cult in closed clubs “humans or hellspawn?” It seems that the conclusion remains that he liked to communicate like this, it has become an integral part of him… making playful homophobic jokes about faggots, despite the fact that he, without taking it verbally for himself, himself belongs to non-traditional minorities with his countless sexual relations.
From what Blitzo remembered, who had once again pushed on his “prynets” Stolas, already with thoughts of fifty to a span — if earlier their violent fucking was only akin to a contract for the use of a grimoire, even then this demon-bigwigs got some pleasure, now it was growing more. For a couple of years, it has not yet completely displaced the thirst to continue doing business, entering the world of people and shredding them for their sins, but with each full of love that is unclear at first sight, replacing the need with the transformation of one-sided, completely emotionally drunk Stolas love into a general dependence on joint “fuckers”. Blitzo still made excuses to himself, without experiencing a drop of regret and options for taking the obvious into his eyes and a red-and-white face, constantly a little swollen from a drunkard, that he shoved vodka or whiskey into Stolas, as if not into himself, most of all for the sake of self-satisfaction, which brings down some of the powerful nobility, with which is also friendly.
The last thing Blitz remembered before he passed out for a short time in order to be extremely fucked up in the future was just his words to Stolas' ex—wife, who caught them at another sweet fuck with oohs, sighs and marijuana. Looking almost completely black today, which the demon, and the prince who had lost his rank, had not seen Stella like this before… with grayish contours on all parts of her body, and scarlet slightly wide stripes everywhere, from shoulders to groin and along her legs. The princess was not wearing clothes, her breasts were open, as was her crotch, which raised even more questions when these two idiots themselves were stripped while the porters continued to carry things. Returning to Blitz, he was unconscious for a short time, wondering how he managed to forget what happened seconds ago. I took the trouble to remember how I experienced the blows of the “black” Stella from a U-turn, sweeping and kicking in the face, so that my teeth began to fall off!
— Stella, you fucking bitch with cockroaches from your pussy, are you fucked up or has the menstrual period completely punched a hole in your head?
— And I wanted to say that in anal, feathered schmuck… I’m finally going to make sure right now that it’s not just your bird shit that’s gushing out of your ass, hubby… He dares to ask me questions, and even in such a tone, after what he has done and continues to do… You are the last one to whose questions I will deign to pick up answers from this day, only fuck you fat and fat, as you like.
Stolas himself noticed that he was completely tired, in general, of everything in the world — impotence with his power, so to speak, was nonsense and an extremely strange phenomenon in hell among the crowds of powerful servants of the Devil, who for all their millennia constantly took what and whom they wanted. The feathered prince, who lost his title, knew that the manifestation of power as the personification of his status and the banal popular explanation that no one ordered him, even his wife… was necessary to defend his borders and views. Everyone should give a shit about his life and how he spends his time…it turns out that the “lower” average devils have much more privileges and opportunities than he, who has only superpowers and power, which he has recently lost?
And therefore, will he continue to believe that the one with whom he unconsciously indulged in passion, like a love-obsessed akin to cheerful powders in the nose, will pull out… He would get it at any cost from the mental swamp, which Stolas himself could not help but guess, if he did not lose logical thinking at all for the sake of great love, which it was strange to call so in relation to that lover, who was much more concerned about his own “I” and the cash flow to his enrichment — after all, what more could a simple infernal people want! If there was such a question in his bird’s head, or Blitz could suggest it without uttering a single word for a word… how easy it was to ignore and continue to enjoy the intense, constantly long-awaited fuck further than to sit down and think soberly, clutching his head!
“I’ll finally be able to fuck you to bleeding meat like a chop, you fucking asshole.” Do you think it’s because of Octavia that I didn’t allow this before? And not because I wanted to continue to keep my marriage with you because of the heap of benefits that gave us a common position… and not because I was burning with a mad desire to constantly humiliate you so that you feel that you are not the one who decides everything. To run away with a choice, according to which he himself was drugged, or to put his word above the rest in the family…
The naked Stolas had no idea whether to quickly start dressing for decency while his penis was blowing away with might and main, or to take up the confrontation? He did not like to fight, using the spells of hard hallucinations, which are much stronger than trip drugs, so that the monarch who was presumptuous at that moment, for example, was torn or blown to shreds in the place where he stood and fucked. Why did it hurt much more when his ex-wife gave him so many examples on a platter, why do I want to pull a noose on myself at the time, I don’t want to choose! There are a lot more reasons to hang himself or cut his veins than before… for example, how she stabbed him with unnaturally elongated claws, like a sword, making a swing up from the navel to the shoulder.
— I confess that I have been looking for reasons to love you as many times as I hated you to death.… You safely didn’t notice it, but now there’s only a dick with you. Full of dicks as a selection, here go fuck all these dicks in a circle, you’re not an elite whore.
Stella, by the look of which it can be determined that she looked like a black widow without mourning clothes on her, continued to be in restrained internal shock, how easily she could now destroy Stolas much stronger than before. And before she was merciless in words, and before her hands were real murder weapons, which only she will be free to nullify if she deems it necessary… But now her behavior was increasingly difficult to compare even with the most cruel demons that hell was known for — for example, eating children and genitals for breakfast, and for lunch in the old, extremely dashing times and years, snacking on gutted members of the nobility eight-degree alcohol. The bird lady, who has never been completely brutalized, has never felt so exalted as she does now, from her teeth, in her opinion, always mincing all her cruel words to her soft-spoken ex-husband… even though she poured them out on him in a stream before, be healthy!
“Do you want me to seriously beat you up?” So much so that you beg for mercy? You took everything from me, but you still haven’t stopped your revenge?
— In hell, everyone takes what they want… I haven’t taken mine yet, since you already have it and it comes out with blood that gushes like a fountain. Don’t get distracted, hey, help out the one who fucks you, let him feed you now, slut!
