The riot police of Satan’s forces are busy indeed. Riding through hell on undead horses the dark ones finest steeds. Making sure the slaves & demons are working every night & day. Always building for the master they never get to play.
Everyday the tension builds, hatred overspills. They take to the streets of hell & fuck shit up. The riot police get called in, overlooking the casters of sin & start caving in everyone’s skulls with their clubs. The crowd falls in the cracks they gather around in the back tomorrow they will have a new plan of attack.
Decease & desist what you are doing when you feel a riots brewing. There’s no escape from the boredom of hell. Every single fucking day in hell there is a riot to be had. Thousands of slaves & demons want to party real bad