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Satanic Firepower- Part 2
🕑 Added 2025-01-20 23:30:54 +0000 UTCSatan is using exercise as a healthy outlet for his rage- but there's a whole lot of rage to burn off. Enjoy!
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"Six hundred and sixty… six hundred and sixty five… six hundred and sixty six… Raugh!" Satan threw down a truly massive barbell down, cracking the brimstone floor as it landed with a loud clatter. The draconic demon lord was still seething, his mammoth chest inflating and heaving like a furnace bellows as smoke spilled out of his nostrils, fire dancing on his tongue.
He had long neglected leg day; in fact, he had only been doing the bare minimum to keep his musclebound physique maintained— he blamed Belphegor's influence. Spending too much time around the Sloth Ring had smoothed his edge, but no more. He was fired up and ready to pump it up like he never had before, and his body had responded very well to this, his already massive brawn bristling and spreading out like a wildfire. His red and gold scales shimmered and rippled, struggling to contain the growing mass of muscled burls packed on to his sprawling back and spreading shoulders, his arms engorged with another layer of brawn like a reinforcing layer of steel, curving out his biceps and triceps— but he was too top heavy. He had seen Gabriel's oak-sized thighs, those angelic legs like fluted columns. Just thinking about the angel's bulging frame only fed the fire in Satan's core, and so he would push himself more and more, thousands of squats, millions, even, to grow his quads out into bloated teardrops and sculpt calves into mammoth balls of overfed beef.
There was a little puff of smoke next to Satan. "Heyyy, so, Satan, you've been spending… three days straight without stopping in the gym here," Yogirt, Satan's anger management coach, appeared at his shoulder. "You think it might be time for a break, maybe?"
Satan straightened up. Three days…? And he didn't even feel tired… and he could go even further. He wheeled around on the diminutive demon, grabbing him by the hem of his robes. "Fuck that," he snarled. "I will stop when I want to stop. I'm good and mad now, Yogirt… and I'm loving it." He grinned toothily. "We'll show that hunk— ah, hubris ridden angel why you don't fuck with the Lord of Demons."
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MuscleDragonWolf18
Look at dem thighs
