Forbidden
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Last published Sat, Oct 30, 2021
What if.... the devil is damned?
What if the devil decided to break free from the prophesy that the 'damned' scripture has for him? What if he doesn't want to be a puppet that purge all the unfaithful souls of this messy world anymore?
All his life, he mocks God and its ability to make some unnecessary drama in the world for its own entertainment, but what would happen if his already fucked up destiny became even more complicated when God decided to humor his thoughts?
Would our dear 666 still walk at the path of eternal damnation that was made for him or make a road for himself where he can succeed in his job while living the life he wanted without going to the place where all the devils and demons will be imprisoned?
" Do you think I'll let you?", the God of heaven said in an amused voice.
" F*ck you", the poor guy replied in a very cold voice, making God's eyes sparkle in amusement.
And with that sparkle, is another obstacle - - a beautiful one though-- that would hit the poor boy, again.
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Disclaimer: All of this is just a work of fiction. Please don't take it seriously. I may refer to the bible for some parts, but as this is just a fiction, please be lenient to my poor soul. Any countries, names or events are just mere coincidents and doesn't depict anything.
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