spell

You are a worthless, b___h ass demon. Your life literally is as valuable as a slimy earthworm. I'm just going to stomp you and you are going to keep coming back, while I meditate to control my mana, you are going keep coming back. Why? Cause you smellin' the syrup. You worthless b___h ass demon.

You are going to stay under my skirt until you die. You serve no purpose in life. Your purpose in life is to be on my territory l_____g on my [REDACTED] daily. Your purpose in life is to be in the town plaza blowing my staff daily.

Your life is nothing, you serve zero purpose.

You should decapitate yourself, NOW.

And give somebody else a piece of that oxygen, and life energy, that emanates from the realm we live in and which we use.

Because what are you here for? To worship me? Slice yourself. I mean that, with a hundred percent, with a thousand percent. I have never seen somebody so worthless in my life. This is absolute. I have not seen such a more worthless demon in my life.
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If she has allies? Oh dear, imagine if a demon like that has allies. Picture it. Imagine if somebody like that actually has allies. I would feel so sorry for her comrades because the demon literally serves no f_____g purpose.

Imagine a general, now we got lots of demons with dependents and subordinates and shit that [REDACTED] daily on the town plaza. But imagine if this demon actually had children. This demon is devoting the times he could be spending with her soldiers, checking out an old elf on stream, cucking over her relentlessly. It's crazy.

I've never seen someone so relentless to be seen. Somebody, somebody, somebody's value so worthless that they'll come into a f_____g battlefield, and keep coming in this idiot over and over and over and over and over and over again. We keep banning you. Aura: here I am, let's do you a favor.

Let's go to a church, let's pick out a spell together. I'm gonna use your spell against you. Let's pick out a grimoire together right, and we're gonna take all the greatest scrolls, put a projector right in front of you. I'm gonna chant that spell in front of your [REDACTED] undead legion.

We're gonna force feed you. Pry your eyes open. Probably don't need to do that cause you're already on [REDACTED] daily. We're gonna pry your eyes open, until you consistently read scrolls over and over and over and over and over again. Until you say "oh you are torturing me beyond what demons do". You will go crazy, you will feel crazy. Your eyes are going to bleed, your retinas will tear like paper, pouring out blood and crack open veins, and the eyeballs will spill from your sockets.

Then I'm going to grab my staff and say "are you ready?" and you're going to say yes and I'm just going to PULL IT. While you BEG me, BEG me and I mean BEG me to weigh your soul. And press you, until I squish the worthless soul out of your sorry body.