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You head back to the mansion to prepare. You can’t believe how easy it will be. You lick your lips. Soon the apocalypse will begin.

You text Gloria. ‘Gloria can you come see me at the mansion?’

Your phone bloops. ‘No, sorry. My friend Christa said you were bad news. Promised her I wouldn’t see you ):.’

You punch the wall in anger. ‘Gloria, can you text me her address? I want to show her how nice I am.’

‘211 Barktree Lane. Thanks for understanding’

Understanding? You are going to kill this bitch Christa. You indulge yourself in ANGER.

You leave for Christa’s, with visions of dismemberment and ****. You arrive there shortly after dark. You knock on her door.

The door opens. An attractive thirty-something brunette answers the door. She is thin, with modest breasts.

“You! Stay away from Gloria.”

“Can I come in so we can discuss this?”

“Hell no...”

You don’t wait for her to finish, pushing her back with your powers. You step inside. She attempts to charge you. You lift her off the ground and hold her in the air. You ponder what to do with her.

Killing her, no matter how satisfying, might send the wrong message to Gloria. She is far from innocent and turning her into a lust crazed slut might not do the trick. You smile. You have the perfect idea.

In the ancient language of demons you say ANGER. The sin hits her and orbits around her. You watch her hair turn a vibrant red. A vein in her neck begins to pulse and bulge.

“You!” She screams. “Get out of my house you fucking whore!”

Now to make her really angry. You rub your crotch, allowing your demonic cock to extend out fourteen inches.

“What the fuck are you? Get that thing away from me you freak!”

You wave you hand ripping off her pants. You note the sin of anger has changed her well trimmed snatch to the color red as well.

“Don’t touch me you fucking mutant, sub human bitch!” She froths.

You shove your cock into her.

She screams in rage. A torrent of unintelligible swears streams from her mouth.

You keep fucking her.

As you cum you watch her face go red with rage. You turn to exit and drop her. As you close the door a large vase breaks against it.

“I’ll kill you! Come back here, I’ll shred slit! I’ll rip off that obscene cock!”

Her screaming gets quieter as you walk away. You will have to watch out. Christa is going to try to kill you.

You head home and kick back, hoping your ploy worked. You hear a knock on the door.