ULTIMATE FUCKRAGE: METAL FUCKING BABY ON A PIKE WHILE THE POPE MASTURBATES TO SATAN

Jaune Arc cackled epically as he impaled a Nigger on his throbbing axe-cock, ultimately deleting all the damnations in this universe with his bladed chode. Throwing down the useless blacky, he lathered his lovable phallus with the blood of ten quatturovigintillion Jews as he sat on a hunk of obsidian that an Archdaemon from the deepest, most hateful ravines of Pandaemonium coughed out in a desperate attempt to placate this blond, raging hellbeast of patriotism and raw unadulterated fuckfury. This motherfucking knight of epicality and screaming popes skewered together with an iron saw made from lasers and headless women called out for his slave to come over. "Hey, whore!" He began, "Suck my fucking dick!"

Pyrrha Nikos promptly did so as she scurried over, her wanting mouth happily lacerating itself on Jaune's fuckpole. She sucked out his cock for thirty-three years, and finally a massive fucking torrent of semen and blood erupted from the Arc's member, slugging Pyrrha into the roof of Hell and killing her. "Aw, fucking yeah!" Jaune roared in pleasure as he relished every memory of Pyrrha sucking his dick. "That was the best blowing I've ever gotten!"

He reminded himself to kill himself later. He then happily strolled around Hell, killing a fuckton of Daemons on his way with his axe-dick. He finally came upon what he really wanted in his entire cathartic life: the latent energies of Adolf Hitler, the Great Savior. It was encased in a bottle of Jagenmeister. He chugged it down in a single go and exploded all vaginas in the universe with his newly-augmented puissance. Constructing a gigantic space ship made out of shit and motorcycles, he went to the second moon of Hell and went into its inner sanctum, eager to unearth its many treasures such as drugs and Fuckcannons constructed in the year 69 by the archdaemon Heinrich Himmler, the forgotten son of God and the progenitor of all hairy scrotumata.

The ferocious bodyguard of this moon, Mammon, waited in the chamber that held the tainted blood of Yahweh. Jaune Arc roared in apoplectic anger as he charged forth, casting away his bladed phallus to do battle with this foul behemoth. He righteously plunged his throbbing axe-cock into the creature's abdomen, letting loose a cathartic rain of viscera and afterbirth. As Mammon howled in pain, Jaune Arc produced his obsidian electric guitar and played a haunting riff, severing open the barriers of space-time and summoning a tsunami of divine astral fuckflames, finishing off this pitiful entity. To showcase his victory, Jaune Arc swung his dick through Mammon's chicken neck, and picked up its head. He took a bite out of it, as to intimidate all lesser daemons that beheld this battle. After drinking the cursed blood of God Himself, he went down the winding flight of netherstone stairs that led to a deeper level of this leviathan planetoid.