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Originally Posted by Void_enthroned Xuldemios, you sir are an ignoramus. You know nothing about reality. You are as ignorant as the humans you despise. If, however, you can prove to me in public or in private, that you are in fact what you say you are, and/or that you even know a fraction of what you claim to know, I will believe in your claim. I have heard from persons who shall not be named that your claim is valid. However I demand proof from the source. If I don't see proof from the source, and soon, you can expect to be disciplined by your higher-ups, because you can be sure they will hear about all this. Or worse yet, you can expect to be disciplined by -me-. If you knew anything about me, which I am fairly sure you don't, you would shit your pants from that threat.
As an aside. Don't bother with all this satanic threatening and foolishness. Satan and company knows better than to mess with me. I give -them- nightmares.
And another thing. If your proof fails to meet my expectations, you can expect me to call you out in the most savage, alienating terms possible.
So you have two choices.
1. Send me proof.
2. Don't send me proof.
I suggest you select choice number 1. |
Humans who often ask for proof seem to Me as Persons who question thier own existence and sense of reality.
I know who I Am.
Do you know who you are.
All realities are contrived through a persons existence and limited by thier perceptions.
On a side note; the only discipline in Hell is achieved through the torture of Souls. I am an Angel. I do the torturing. When you arrive in Hell I will be happy to entertain you with all the proof you desire through the lovely edification of Soul piercing pain and pleasure.
I also prefer to defacate in toilets as they are wonderful receptacles for the waste matter involved with being in the flesh and not in My pants. I would hate to ruin a nice pair of Italian made suit pants after all the trouble I had getting them altered to fit my tall and quite lean frame.
I would appreciate if you refrain from the personal insults in the future as they reflect upon your bad manners and ill wit.
Oh! Wait!
Windigo has already banned you.
