The depraved God tried to crush the Horned Woman and her lover with the sheer psychic might of its collected pleasures. “I should’ve saved that last bullet for myself.” The human begged and cried for his release, for mercy, but he received none.Īs he was stripped from his protections all so slowly as if to savor her victory, He cursed and damned her and her whore of mother, he saw the God and knew what it was. She was a pale purple skinned woman of unsurpassable beauty, with great white wings, and glowing red horns, she wore black revealing armor and in her grasp below her, was a terrified armored human. She was an outsider, an anomaly, something that should have never existed.īut she did and she was before the depraved god. The last one caught her/him/its eye the most and so she set forth to bring him along into its depravity.īut it was not deterred over and over and over again did the abominable God try to win the brass heart of his obsession, but it was all for not.Īfter what was thousands of years in their home dimension (Being either minutes, a decade or not even happening yet in the world of mortals) did the creature know despair as it realized that it would never be loved by the one it desired the most. Infernal Gods just as evil and wicked as him/her/it. Once its feeding and birth pangs were finished, the creature set forth into the hell dimension he considered her home and meet THEM.
So, the Empire that created it was consumed in an eye dissolving orgy of death and depravity, to forever be fused to the nightmare god of their making. There was once an empire, an empire so grand and powerful that their success was its downfall.
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