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The Dark Mob Boss
Six
"Dave, fucking pack my damn bags," Ron ordered the first person he saw as he exited his room. "I'm going to mother fucking England!"
"Pack your own fucking bags," the twenty-six year old said blowing off the cult's leader in typical Jashinist fashion. "I've got to bloody sacrifice my fucking boss to fucking Jashin-sama. I don't have fucking time to help you fucking pack."
My henchmen I aprove of you murderious quest and I want you to know that magic chainsaw is in the secound floor weapon closet.
"Thank fucking you Jashin-sama,"
"I fucking swear that his sacrifice will be slow and fuck'n gory!"
"Fuck you, Dave."
"Fuck you, Ron-sama."
"Damn it why did you have to fucking do that Jashin-sama?" the ginger complained to his god. "He was fucking supposed to get my damn stuff ready for my fucking trip so I wouldn't fucking have to."
It is my duty as a God of Destruction to support and encourage my followers to do my work.
"...Bullshit. You just bloody wanted to fuck with me." Ron accused.
I plead the Fourth.
"It's the Fifth dipshit," the ginger psychopath deadpanned. "And fucking nether of us are even bloody Americans. I'm a bloody Englishman and your a bloody God of Destruction from anther fucking dimension."
Fine, Fifth whatever. It still count since we're in America.
"...You fucking win this time," Ron muttered walking down the hallway towards the main part of the church. "But next bloody time I will fucking be victorious."
Go find another henchmen to bully and you probably need to get your girlfriend's phone rebugged. She's probably gotten ride of you last one by now. You should also probably write to your mother. She's a damn harpy normally but I don't want to deal with another howler.
"Of fucking course, Hermione-chan a damn genius." Ron praised the brunette, completely ignoring any mention of his mother. Then he noticed another Jashinist exiting the minor prayer/room where you sacrifice animals instead of people room. "Kimberly go fucking pack my bloody bags! I'm going to fuck'n England!"
"Fuck off Ron-sama!" the dyed green haired teenager growled as she walked past her leader. "I've got a fucking ex who I'm going to fucking feed to the fucking crocodiles that I've been starving for the fucking last three weeks! Does that still fucking count as a fuck'n sacrifice?"
It totally fucking count. Feeding your ex-boyfriend to a bunch of starving crocodiles. I love it!
"I am fucking honored to be praised by you Jashin-sama!" Kim grinned before running off to murder her cheating piece of shit of an ex boyfriend.
"I'm going to have to pack my own fucking bags aren't I, Jashin-sama?"
Fuck yeah.
"...I'll pack fucking later." Ron sighed he hated packing, but Hermione-chan would be in England for the wedding so it wasn't like he could miss it. He could be her date and they could dance to slow music and kill a few people and sacrifice them to Jashin. First he'd have to get her phone rebugged. "I'm fucking going to go threaten Olivia into bugging Hermione-chan's phone with fucking disembowlment."
A whole cult of fucked up murderious Jashinists. Just what the world needs. Hidan's reincarnation might not be immortal but he certainly knows how to spread the word of Jashin.
Ron's alot more casual when speaking to Jashin then he was when he was younger, it makes their conversations more fun to write.
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