Why Not

“Why not. It’ll be fun hunting with you sister.”

“Good to hear follow me.”

Her batlike wings thrust her skyward and you follow.

The wind caresses your body and you are already wild with lust.

She begins to descend and when you see your destination you begin to laugh.

“That’s a fucking nunnery.”

“Yes, just think of all the repressed little morsels inside.”

“You need my help to get inside.”

She laughs. “You didn’t think I invited you out of the goodness of heart, did you?”

You touch ground outside the relatively undamaged building. You attempt to step closer but feel the power of faith push you back. You lick your lips. There is worthwhile prey here.

Angel teases her cunt with her cock like tail. “So how do we get in?”

Your lust is making thinking difficult. Then it hits you.

“I have an idea. Wait here.”

You take flight looking for the giant angry demon. Finding her trail is easy. There is a line of mindless destruction. You fly along seeing ever fresher rubble. The you spot her.

She is glorious. A monument to unfettered anger. She has red skin, red hair, enormous bulging muscles, and is nearly thirty feet tall.

She turns to look at you. You realize it’s Christa.

You start laughing. “Fuck, this is fucking hysterical, Christa.”

“You!” She screams loud enough to break nearby windows. “You did this to me!”

“Really, you did it to yourself, Christa.”

“I’m going to kill you! I’m going to crush your bones into dust!”

She charges at you with surprising speed. You unfurl your wings and take flight just before she reaches you.

She begins to chase you. Her eyes are glazed in rage. Her veins are throbbing. Spittle flies from her mouth and you actually think she’s getting taller.

You head for the nunnery.