Dinner with Lucifer’s mother

15 Sep 2010

·hellfire

she flew towards me fire breathing like a bat from hell heard the scraping sounds of an ax grinding then swinging wildly almost took my head clean off she left the devil in her wake shit scared he was curled up in a corner sucking his thumb his minions ran away screaming bloody murder pissing in their pants I vaguely recall asking her to pass the salt

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