Lucius drives into the bank's area, and finds a disturbing scene waiting for him that he wants to take advantage of, but just hates the risks.
There is already a bank robbery in process, but it's none of his people. The Banker's men look like Capitalist Soldier stereotypes, rocking gold plated weapons and wearing bulletproof armor like Russia showcased before on the news, but they're painted green, gold, and silver. Like the colors of our money.
The opposition is the mexican gang, led surprisingly by Mr.Menendez himself.
"You fucks are gonna give me my money!" Mr.Menendez yells furiously.
He has a strong mexican accent. Thin and tall. He's wearing just a sweaty white tank top and blue shorts. Wielding a cool gun though. It's an olive green light machine gun, unknown what the model is to Lucius.
"Fucking mexican CJ from San Andreas over there." Lucius taunts in his thoughts.
"YOU'VE ALL BEEN OVERDRAFTED LEGALLY, SHUT UP AND ACCEPT YOUR LOSSES!" Bank Soldier yells furiously.
"I WILL NEVER RESPECT OVERDRAFT OR BEING FINED FOR JUST HAVING A BANK ACCOUNT WITH YOU! I WILL OWN THIS BANK BY THE END OF THE DAY, F@GGETS!" Mr.Menedez yells furiously.
"As always, rich people are so rude about taxes and fines. Now I see he's a terrorist for stupid capitalist reasons. I say as a Satanist about to rob a bank for unknown reasons. But ah well, let's rock with it." Lucius thinks with fond amusement.
Then Lucius ponders why he should do this.
"Now that the fucking slut isn't around, I'm reconsidering everything about this decision." Lucius thinks, annoyed with himself.
Lucius decides to call his Ex to argue about this. She picks up on the third ring.
"Hey Lilith, why do we need to rob a bank? I actually barely care about the Satanist war." Lucius complains while chuckling.
Lilith begins screaming furiously in his ears.
"Aren't you sick of getting robbed by the government? Not being able to walk around without clothes on? Or not being able to kill anyone you want!?"
Lucius shrugs, annoyed but expecting this from a Satanist. He begins driving away from the Bank.
"Look, let's debate nudity. First of all, there is too many fat people in America to justify nudity without my lust and penis being offended by ugly, fat people." Lucius says cockily with good humor.
Lilith laughs at that a bit. Then gets mad again.
"You can't like, just not let us be nude cause some of us are ugly. You're so mean to them." Lilith says, angry but laughing a bit.
"I think we should have standards based on attractiveness and what people should be allowed to wear. Based on pure palatability and if I don't puke or feel sad for you in a bikini." I say with toxic humor.
"You are such a dick. Why are you like this? This is why you don't get to be in charge of us when we do lust. You don't let fat people in." Lilith complains with amused, annoyed humor.
"Yeah, but do you like fucking fat people? My dick can't even reach their pussy sometimes, they're so fat. Especially from behind when we do doggy style." I rant with amused bitterness.
"Okay, but they can give blowjobs." Lilith tries compromising.
"I mean, some fat people have nice enough faces for that. But like, do we need a fat people blowjob gallery? We're supposed to be cool when we're Lust. Like, ugliness ruins the vibe. Especially fatness, it ruins so many sex moves like cowgirl and again, doggy style." I argue nicely.
"You are so rude to fat people. Like, I should have you banned." Lilith says angrily.
I roll my eyes.
"I have banned by many things, even Satanists before. But you still came and fixed my house." I say cockily.
"Yeah, cause your dad paid us too. You know that house is important cause of our heritage." Lilith says angrily.
I suddenly get very annoyed when I remember a lot of things about why that house is important to Satanists. Like how there's locked doors down there I can't get past without the right Satanist around. And some of them have always smelled so weird, I can constantly cleaning the doors and spraying with them with so much cleaning products, I am mad they have that claim on my house.
"Yeah, I'm about to have beef with you guys over that house. As soon as I finish burning the basement down. I'm like, pissed off about the locked rooms again." Lucius says angrily.
Lilith sighs.
"I'm calling security." Lilith pouts sadly.
Lucius hang ups and begins driving very fast to his house. Unfortunately within three minutes, a weird phone number comes up on his phone with the area code being 666.
"Good enough for me to get tracked, fucking douches." Lucius snaps angrily.
He drops his phone on the passenger seat, mad as fuck. Especially as within a minute, there's a gunshot he barely hears and a hole in his windshield. He looks back, and sees his rear windshield has a fist sized hole in a near perfect line from one hole to the other.
Lucius glares at the red american muscle car behind him that proudly displays an upside down black cross on the front of the car, over the engine. He reaches in his glove box and pulls out a golden desert eagle.
He does what weebs call the Akira Slide. He spins his car sideways, making it ride across the street sideways while leaving black streaks behind. He aims his gun at the muscle car, and shoots at every passenger and the driver in an angry, 10 bullet burst.
The driver gets chest shot first, followed by a head shot. The front passenger gets headshot. The woman in the back behind the driver tries taking the wheel, gets shot in the shoulder. But she stays alive. Luckily. His last shots try to kill her, but she dodged the headshot with luck. But got shot in both her arms.
Lucius's car slides to a stop as the corpse driver's feet seem to have left the accelerator as it is almost slowed down to a halt. But as its on, it still crawls forward. Lucius smirks cockily, reloads his desert eagle with a fresh clip, leaves the mostly spent clip on the passenger seat, and approaches the barely moving red muscle car.
The remaining survivor is at first trying to push the driver out the front seat, but sees Lucius approach. He smiles with cocky malice, and shows his desert eagle's side off, showing the L of his gun. She gasps and gets back in the back. Then opens the door and tries running away.
Lucius casually headshots her with a flick of his wrist and a squeeze of the trigger. Then he gets back in his car, leaving the desert eagle on the passenger seat. And adding another fresh clip to the pile. He has like, thirty in the glove box.
He fixes his position on the road, and keeps driving home. His father calls him, Lucius answers it and begins ranting.
"Father, I am getting rid of those stupid rooms in my house. They have always smelled weird. And if there are prisoners, they're being let free. You're lucky I don't care about the Cops when it involves your corrupt ass, by the way." I rant angrily.
"You think can say that shit to me?! I'm the Leader of this Church, you're a loser that barely lives off the scum of my feet!" Father snaps angrily.
Lucius rolls his eyes and hangs up. He keeps driving.
"Fucking douchebag doesn't even matter to me. I'm just gonna be a Serial Killer about this and claim my fucking basement. I don't even know why I kept letting them even get away with this. I literally run this Church out of horny boredom sometimes when I'm mad." Lucius rants angrily in his thoughts.
"I get to my house, and a whole Satanist team of Soldiers is waiting for me. They're dressed like stereotypical Kiss members except their paint colors are red and black instead of white and black. Just Satanist stereotypes that honestly annoy me when it comes to combat.
They don't use normal metal studs. They use metal studs that either amplify or dampen noise based on what they felt like wearing. Let's rock these bitches, they must not know I prepared for these f@gs. Now we begin with a sound boom to figure out how smart they were." Lucius thinks with malicious glee.
Lucius connects his phone to a bluetooth speaker by the front door marked Front Room. He plays Blood Pressure by Mutemath, and begins seeing half the group begin choking on air. While the other half is fine.
"Ugh. Whatever. I'll still fuck these f@gs up." Lucius says angrily.
Lucius drives his car directly into the group as Mutemath keeps playing. I ram into the whole group, destroying all the men choking on the song. The others easily get away. Lucius changes the song to Shotgun Willy's Mexico.
Then he gets a second desert eagle out from under the passenger seat. Confirms it's loaded. Shoves 3 clips in each of his jacket pockets. Then steps out the car and surveys the area.
"They are all a bit stunned as always by how raw an entry I do. Some of them are panicking, some are struggling to pull their gun out their holsters, and only one man even had a gun drawn." Lucius monologues cockily.
Lucius basically whips his arms around in a burst of such high speed bullshit, his father watching from a security camera remembers how traumatized he always was by his hand speed. As a boxer, a cashier, and now killing his men like they're pawns and he's a Gunner God.
Within 12 shots, a spin on his heels, and an intense blur of hand motions that leads to the death of the entire Satanist squad in 15 seconds.
"God, I love being a Gunner God." Lucius says with prideful malice.