She can take my soul to the fiery pit of the abyss, where the souls of the damned suffer perpetual torment at the hands of the prince of darkness, who basks in their putrid odors, for their screams are like a symphony to his ears. My skin will be flayed and my blood will be used to paint the brimstone pavement of their dungeon, and my screams would not be heard, and i shall prostrate myself to seek solace, but it will be futile. My wailing will be another voice to add to the symphony constantly resonating within the fires, like a choir of a thousand heathens.
And she may look down upon me with a smug expression, anytime~

"Woah mama!" [cit.]

god damn she looks great