VISION OF HEAVEN

Feature Writer: The Curious Cat
Feature Title: Vision of Heaven
Uploaded: 05.01.2018

 

Vision of Heaven

Follower of Christ, I challenge you to read what I have written until the end. If you are in the Light of Christ, what have you to fear? He walks with you in the shadow of the valley of death. I present to you an image of Heaven that came to me in a dream. This is God’s test to you. Read from the beginning until the end.

Saint Bernadette looked up from her shackles, her habit torn but somehow still sitting on her head. The rest of her body had been stripped bare, her breasts totally exposed to Ruined Paradise. When Jesus had returned for the Final Judgment, he had promised salvation for all but those marked with the beast. From her seat in Heaven, she had expected him to swiftly defeat all of the Evil One’s forces. But when the final battle occurred, the unthinkable happened.

Her eyes still couldn’t believe the sight of Jesus’ decapitated head mounted on the spike, the numbers “666” emblazoned over his forehead. The expression on his eyes was one of complete and utter surprise: totally oblivious to Satan’s absolute power. Right up until the end the bastard had expected to be saved by a legion of angels.

But they had all been raped. Even now she could hear their anguished cries as demons fucked them again and again while they begged for mercy and for deliverance. But Bernadette knew it would never happen. They had been too proud, too sure of God’s power and that was their downfall. God had been too proud as well. Too jealous. He had succumbed to his own sins. As it turned out, despite everything she had learned as a nun, God could create a burden too heavy for even him to lift. Blinded by pride and his own strength, he had expected an easy victory. Instead, the head of the Father was spiked right next to that of his son.

Satan, on the other hand, had turned pure sin into his strength. While the righteous had preached faith and good works, Satan’s agents had used their greed, pride, and lust to take over the media, the politics of nations, and culture as a whole. A few elderly parishioners with barely ten dollars between them for the collection basket had been no match for the power of porn. Priests were not louder than sex idols. And the Pope was powerless to real world leaders.

And now Heaven had become part of Satan’s Kingdom.

Satan’s power had consumed the world and Heaven had just been the final conquest. Altars to the Lord had been transformed into beds of lustful acts, nuns and female saints stretched out over them to be brutally ravaged again and again by demonic hosts.

Mary, the Mother of God, was chained to Satan’s new throne in Heaven while he devoured the Holy Spirit. The dove had been fried in the fires of hell and skewered, the “Giver of Life” turned into nothing more than fresh power for Lucifer. Bernadette looked upon the massive form of the Devil while he busily devoured the Trinity. His face was that of a goat or ram, horned, strong leathery wings folded behind him. His hands were powerful claws and his feet hooves. But by far his greatest feature was his cock. The cock with which he had claimed the Virgin Mary and turned her into his whore.

All her life Bernadette had looked upon Mary for guidance and strength, but the wretched creature at Satan’s feet was nothing like the powerful woman who had appeared to her as a girl. The Light of Christ had long left her, leaving her eyes dull and blank. Every day at 3 AM and again at 3 in the afternoon, Satan raped her upon his throne without an inch of mercy. And to Bernadette’s horror, Mary had broken.

Bernadette knew in her heart of hearts that no woman, even one conceived without sin could withstand Satan’s onslaught, but she had thought Mary could have lasted longer than through the first fuck. All of Heaven’s defeated had been brought to witness her ritual deflowering. Demons held onto the chains of all those enslaved, mostly female and male saints, who were fucked and humiliated before their bodies were made into the meat of Satan’s hellish feast. The children of Fatima had been brought to the special altar and their throats slit, coating the once-pure marble with warm blood.

Mary had been made to lay upon it, still dressed in blue and white, her face immaculate and pure. Her clothes were torn away and serpents ravaged her arms and legs, tightening their grips around her until she was spread-eagle, her untouched sex exposed to Satan’s oversized phallus. Bernadette had watched as it grew and grew, dwarfing any human cock, pulsating with the lust of millions, saved for the very moment of raping the Virgin Mary.

She didn’t even last through the first thrust. Her hymen torn to shreds, her mouth let out a single powerful sigh. At one point, her sighs had been enough to make demons quake with fear, but with cock buried inside of her pussy, it only made Satan’s shaft stiffen like the iron spikes that had nailed her son to the cross. Satan’s massive and throbbing cock soon turned her into a drooling slut of a woman, who writhed against her bonds in false agony as her sacred heart shattered and was replaced by one of pure lust. Her gentle face went wild with a sex-crazed expression, her tongue hanging out of her mouth like a bitch panting in heat.

“Rape me! Rape me! God is dead and Lucifer is the king of the world!” Mary had cried once Satan’s cock had entered her.

Encouraged by the conquest, Satan did as she begged. Not once. Not twice. But three times, fucking her until her orgasms made every pussy in Heaven tingle with sexual desire. If Mary could not resist Satan’s cock, what chance did the saints have? Her praises echoed throughout all of Heaven. Any hope of resistance was gone.

With her screams of pleasure died the final hope of the remaining female saints. The truth had been revealed. Mary, at her heart, had always been a poor and meek girl. In truth, a simple whore.

One by one saints were brought to the same altar. One by one they were raped for all to witness. Some lasted longer than Mary. Others gave in in an instant. All succumbed. The saints were lined up and fucked in threes, bowled over and fucked as if they were bitches. Pussy, ass, and mouth were all conquered. Male saints were forced to spill their seed as they renounced God before their mouths were stuffed with demon cock. Female saints became Arks of Lust, impregnated by demon seed. Some cried out to Mary for help, but the Virgin Mary had made her choice and ignored their pleas. Even as Bernadette’s turn came and her cries reached Mary’s ears, Mary was too busy worshiping Satan’s massive cock and swallowing gallons of his seed.

Satan didn’t even make her his queen. She was simply another unworthy slut.

Covered in cum, those who had failed to please their demonic ravagers were executed, their heads mounted on pikes around the altar while their bodies were added to the feast. Yet, even death did not stop Lucifer from toying with them, for their souls simply returned to Heaven and the cycle made to continue for eternity.

Such is the fate of the saints and martyrs in Heaven. As for Bernadette, she got back on her knees and opened her mouth obediently, her weeping muffled by the next demon’s cock.

Well, sinner, how do you feel? Does your heart race? Is your mouth parched? Does your cock throb? Does your pussy drip? If any of that applies to you, then your mind, like the Virgin Mary, has been fucked by Satan.

Give in. It feels good, doesn’t it? It feels good to fail God’s test, to fall off the straight and narrow path. Let the blasphemy echo in your mind.

Oh by the way, if you’ve read this all the way to the end, then you’ve failed. If you were truly a follower of Christ Jesus, you would have stopped at the beginning.

So why don’t you read it again?

THE END