Tony grips the Dark Lord's wrists with his dark blue hands. He face is stone cold with a face showing no emotion. He is silent for a while before talking in a voice, cold as ice.
"Can I put it in your butt?"
"Yes." Satan breathed, staring deeply into his eyes. "Insert it, Tony, and I can assure you a good life."
Tony unsheathes his mighty clock hand sword. The blade is sharp, clean and black as night. He moves behind Satan and RAMS IT UP HIS POOPER. Satan cries as a single tear slides down his rosy cheeks. "H-harder.." He moaned and gripped Tony's hand.
Tony pulls his hand away from Satan's grip. His gloved hand is placed upon Satan's marvelous hip as Tony forces the oddly shaped blade in deeper, the much thicker base moving towards the other male's body. The tip of Tony's great sword pokes at Satan's stomach from the inside. The only outside sign of this is a small bump in Satan's abdomen. Tony groans softly, beads of sweat forming on his brow as he forces his sword in deeper.
The tip of his sword forces it's way through the soft red skin that cover's the Devil's person. Blood spills down his skin, like an oil slick. It moves down the man's naked body, before spreading out on the ground.
The fallen angel lets out a moan of pleasure as he goes limp, his head falling forward and his red eyes fading to a soft pale pink. Black blood slowly drips from his mouth, joining the rest of his blood on the ground. Tony grins as he forces the other man forward, causing him to fall. The dead body lands on the floor with a thud.
Tony chuckles softly as he jiggles his sword back and forth, blood quickly spilling out of the now larger wound. Tony places his foot on the Evil Lord's back, his gloved hands holding his sword's grip.
He grunts as he pulls his weapon from Satan's great ass cheeks. The dark blade is coated in blood and tiny chucks on organs that were caught on the blade's spikes.
"I will have to clean my sword once I get home
Or it will reek of a bad omen." He states in a soft voice. He holds his sheathe in place as he slides the metallic weapon in.
He steps off of Satan's limp body. He glances at it, huffs and turns on his heel. He walks off with his hands behind his back.
