ELARA / KIZAUI GUISEAS

Andromedian / Venusian / Atlantean / Human Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss stories

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Pedophile, rapist and murderer Donald Trump needs to be impeached and locked up for life if we don’t want children to keep being raped and murdered.

Everyone in the Epstein files, Democratic and Republican and everyone in the elite/government who knew about the satanic cabal ritual abuse need to be exposed or they’ll keep cloning humans, raping and using the blood of the youth for their own agendas.

Modern Nazi ICE agents need to be terminated and arrested to stop snatching children, murdering citizens and terrorizing families. They are the real criminals who need to be in jail. If we don’t do anything, we’ll soon end up in concentration camps like Nazi Germany.

Online cult leaders Michael/Kabamur Family of Taygeta and his mother Judith need to have their accounts deleted and if they resist, they need to be imprisoned as well. They have deceived, scammed and brainwashed thousands of people around the world (I fell for it once) into believing that Trump is humanity’s angel savior and they convince people that Pleiadean aliens and White Hats will save us for the 5D Shift. But they don’t want us to do anything…they are only after money and fame. They are also anti-abortion, anti-LGBTQ and block anyone who doesn’t agree with them. They have also created a cruel divisive fanbase, shown contempt for pagan gods, and their insistence that “only those who agree with Kab will get to ascend” is incredibly damaging to those seeking genuine spirituality.

If they are not held accountable, then we have failed as a country and humanity has failed. No one can save us but ourselves. And if anyone disagrees with me, I’m sorry but I’ll assume you support pedophilia and have absolutely no morals nor concerns about genuine human rights and spiritual wellbeing.

THESE ARE THE REAL ENEMIES OF HUMANITY, LOCK THESE MOTHERFUCKERS UP!

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Helluva Boss Mission Book Report

On Blitzo’s desk, there was a flier that showed a red-faced imp with a white beard and a mohawk of white hair, resembling Bob Ross. He smiled with a thumbs up and held paint brushes in his hand. Behind him was his painting of Hell’s red sky and jagged rocks. The flier read: “Art Classes, all levels, learn the basics.”

“Hei, Stolas, For Teh Riport” was misspelled and scribbled on a piece of paper. Stolas flipped through the pages. Blitzo drew himself using his crystal to go to Earth. In a thought bubble, Blitzo imagined a red horse with a white chef’s hat. He wrote “Me” with an arrow pointing to him on a building roof with a sniper rifle. Another one of his drawn faces smiled and winked. The next page showed Blitzo cheering as he aimed at a frowning human. A horse looked at a “reztorant” sign. The last page showed Blitzo with a hat on his head and a cane in his hand. Two horses kissed while holding menus and Loona was scribbled next to them. The human face looked dead and he held a bowl. He had also scribbled Walley Wackford, Moxxie, Millie and a firecracker rocket.

Stolas frowned with wide eyes as he lowered the pages.

“What is this?” he asked. He took his purple feathered quill and wrote in his fanfiction journal. He crossed out several lines near a drawing of one of his flowers with an eye in the center.

Stolas leaned back and sighed in defeat.

“Your Highness?”

Moxxie came around the corner, holding a drink in his hand. “You doing okay?”

“Uh, hardly,” Stolas replied with another sigh. “Blitz asked me to write a follow-up report for him, but this is all he gave me to work with.” He held out the papers.

He handed them to Moxxie. “I have no idea what these are supposed to mean.”

Moxxie looked them over and smiled. He beamed. “Well, you can just write whatever you want. The truth here is less important than the entertainment value.”

He handed the papers back.

“What? What do you mean?” Stolas asked.

“Truth be told, the only reason we do these reports for the client is so they tell everyone what great assassins we are. So, the better the story, the better we look.” Moxxie finished with a wink.

“Really?”

Moxxie looked at Stolas’ book. “Let me see what you have so far.”

He recited, “Upon entering the human world, Blitz acquired visual confirmation of the first target outside a restaurant…”

Blitzo’s drawings included a smiling white pony standing next to the door, hanging lanterns, a cardboard ramen bowl and “YUM YUM!” on the entrance of the “Restorant.” The target was a guy with blonde hair in a wave.

“…He observed the target eating a bowl of spicy noodles topped with fatty pork, mushrooms, seaweed, green onion, ground nuts, and a seasoned soft-boiled egg. He also had an order of dumplings. He ordered an extra side of sauce. He also ordered…”

“Seriously?” Moxxie asked, puzzled. “What, what is this?”

“I’m just trying to be as accurate and through as possible,” Stolas replied, holding up another page of a cartoon horse with a bowl of ramen.

“Oh, Your Highness, No, no, no. The client doesn’t want to hear about this.” He pointed to his head. “You got to use your imagination. Spice it up a little, like a novel.”

“Oh, oh I see,” Stolas brightened. “Okay, so perhaps he wasn’t eating lunch alone.”

The person next to the drawing of the target switched from a cartoon Vivziepop to a clown, a fish with hairy legs, a dog, a bee, a person with an airplane head, an old lady, a hippo, a lightbulb, and dozens of people.

“Maybe he was eating lunch with…a friend?”

The drawing showed the target next to a smiling guy wearing a black jacket and bangs.

“Um, sure, sure,” said Moxxie, “but let’s take it a little farther, maybe? Like what if this friend had a gun?”

The cartoon man in the leather jacket grinned as he held out his weapon.

“A gun?” asked a Stolas drawing next to a drawing of Moxxie.

“All stories are better with a gun,” Moxxie pointed and snapped his fingers. “He has it because he’s the target’s former partner from his old life of crime.”

“Right, right, I see,” Stolas nodded. “And this partner and him shared more than just a life of crime. They shared a secret passion only they knew about.”

The two men smiled seductively with their faces close-up in anime style, fingers on their cheeks.

“There you go, now you’re getting into it,” Moxxie praised.

Stolas continued. “This is the first time they’ve seen each other since those long-forgotten days. The tension proved to be too much…and they pounced on each other right there on the table in front of everyone!”

The cartoon men intertwined their fingers together and did French kissing as they made out on the table.

“Yes,” Stolas breathed.

“Sex sells,” Moxxie exclaimed. “This is good!”

“The force of their passion cannot be restricted, and an attractive hunk waiter approaches them.”

Moxxie waved his hand back in the present. “Stolas, loving this. But for pacing, we should probably get to the kill.”

“Right,” Stolas paused before straightening himself up. “Right.”

“The partners in crime left to go claim their buried fortune from years ago.”

The two men grinned, held hands and held their shovels.

Back in reality, Moxxie put his fingers to his chin.

“What?” asked Stolas. “You don’t like buried treasure?”

“It’s not that,” he replied. “It’s just that we need some more immediate action to make the boss look good. How about…”

Moxxie narrated, “A gunshot rings out…”

“Another gun?” asked Stolas.

“Trust me. Trust the process,” Moxxie smiled.

“A gunshot rang out and the target’s lover fell over dead.”

“No!” cried the drawing of the target as he sobbed over the man’s bleeding body.

Moxxie continued. “Blitz looked for the source of the shot and found a man with a rifle perched along an adjoining rooftop. ‘Who could that man be?’ Blitz wondered to himself. ‘Why would he shoot that man?’ But the time for wondering was not this time now. Blitz wasn’t about to let someone steal his kill. He leapt across the rooftops toward the gunman. But oh no! The hitman spotted him and turned the rifle his way! Blitz quickly dodged as bullets whizzed by his head and when he saw an opening, he fired at the snipper, hitting him in the shoulder and sending him over the side of the roof! Blitz chuckled to himself, toughly. ‘Heheheheh, that one’s on the house!’

The cartoon Blitz twirled his weapon.

“Oh, Blitz said that?” Stolas asked.

“No, we’re embellishing, remember?” Moxxie mentioned. “Writing Blitz as a cool action star is the only reason we’re still in business.”

“Oh, yes, I see, I see,” said Stolas.

“So then, just then, Blitz heard a yell from below. The target was being kidnapped by masked men! Blitz made his way to the street, using his rippling muscles and ninja-like parkour skills.”

“Ooh nice touch,” Moxxie complimented.

“Just as the target was being pushed into the van, Blitz fired his mighty grappling hook.”

“Good use of gadgets,” said Moxxie.

“Thank you,” said Stolas. He went on. “The hook found purchase on the rear bumper, and as the van speed off, Blitz was dragged after them, he held on courageously.”

“Perilous.”

“Blitz pulled himself slowly but surely up the rope all the while dodging a box, a bowling ball, a traffic cone and various easy to draw obstacles. Finally, he makes it to the car and climbs onto the roof.

‘What’s that?’ one of the men says suspiciously. ‘A problem?’ said the driver. Then the thugs all pulled out two guns each!”

“Yeah, see?” Moxxie smiled. “Guns fucking rock.”

A cartoon Moxxie and Stolas rode on a motorcycle, Stolas in a side car.

“Yes, I feel it,” Stolas grinned. “Anyway…the thugs all fired through the roof. Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew! Forcing Blitz to masterfully dodge once again. Blitz then threw himself onto the hood of the van, brandishing his own gun, and said…”

Stolas lay on the couch with his book on his chest. “Oh, I need a good one-liner for when he shoots them.”

“Oh, oh,” Moxxie piped up. “How about…’You should’ve obeyed the laws of the road, muchacho?!’”

Stolas sat and up smiled.

“Blitz fired into the car, killing the driver and then cartwheeled to safety as the van crashed…and exploded! He reached in and masculinely pulled from the wreckage his target somehow unharmed. Blitz retrieved from his coat his knife to finish the job.”

The cartoon Blitz slammed the tied-up man to the ground and hovered over him.

“’Please,’ the target begged. ‘I’ll do anything you want.’

Blitz just looked at him assassinatingly…”

“Wait, that’s not a word,” Moxxie mentioned.

Stolas shrugged and continued. “…and said, ‘I want you to die, hombre.’ And he dove the knife into his chest.”

“Wait, wait, wait, we can’t just finish there,” Moxxie advised. “What about the dangling plot threads? Why was he being kidnapped?”

Stolas moved his quill. “Hmm, yeah. Okay. Uh…just as Blitz’s knife begins to fall, a gunshot rang out, knocking the knife from his hand. Blitz looks up to find the sniper from earlier, who hadn’t been killed after all. ‘Who are you and why did you kidnap?’ Blitz exclaims curiously.

‘Someone who loves this man very much,’ the man replies. The sniper pulls off their mask to reveal themselves. It was the very man who had had lunch with the target! DUN, DUN, DUN!

‘How can this be?!’ cried Blitz. ‘I saw you get shot by you.’

“The sniper looks back at Blitz with piercing eyes. ‘That man was not me. It was but my evil twin. DUN, DUN, DUN!”

“Really?” Moxxie asked back in the office. He munched on a doughnut as Stolas took a tea bag from a steaming mug.

“What?” Stolas asked. “Evil twins are a classic.”

“Well, there’s a fine line between classic and cliché,” Moxxie explained. “How about a little something less convoluted like…”

“’You can’t kill him,’ the gunman said. ‘We need him to lead us to where he buried the loot from the last job he pulled with the partner we killed who was railing him on that table in front of the Tuesday lunch crowd.’”

“See how it all ties together now?” asked a satisfied Moxxie.

Stolas smirked as he sipped his coffee from Blitzo’s horse mug. “Oh, so you did enjoy the buried treasure?”

He sipped. “So, how do we end it?”

In an anticlimactic twist, as the gunman and Blitzo glared at each other, the cartoon Blitzo fired at him and shot him in the chest. Then he shot the tied-up target and both men were dead. Proud of a job well done, Blitzo rubbed his crystal and headed through the portal back to his office.

Moxxie smiled and flopped onto the couch. “Yeah, sometimes it’s better to not overstay your welcome.”

Stolas finished writing and then closed his book with his hand.

Stolas sighed in relief. “Well, I must say that was more fun than expected. I think we make a pretty good team.”

“Yeah, I guess we do, don’t we?” Moxxie added. They gave each other friendly smiles.

“Do you have any other reports that need punching up?” asked Moxxie.

“No, but I do have other writings, uh, personal projects that I suppose you could take a look at if you were so inclined,” Stolas responded. “Assuming you don’t mind them slanting a bit more…mature?”

Moxxie smirked and pointed. “Your Highness, you writing porn?”

“Well, I prefer to call it erotica,” Stolas said, “but yes, I’m writing porn.”

“That is so nice,” said Moxxie. “I’d love to help.” He stood up. “Did you know that erotic fiction is the highest growing subgenre of literature on the market today? I always thought of writing something myself, but I’m really more skilled as an editor.” He sat on Stolas’ desk. “So, if we work together with our natural chemistry, I bet we can make something that really shakes up the space. Let me see what you have.”

Stolas happily handed his book to Moxxie who opened it and began to read. The two of them enjoyed their time on the floor, drawing, writing, scribbling and brainstorming together. Stolas felt thankful to have a new friend…it could be quite lonely during his days without his daughter Octavia and his lover Blitzo around. They drew guns, a phantom of the opera mask with horns, a ringed planet, a drawing of Stolas, flowers, leaves, Moxxie, Millie with hearts around her head, a smiling child Octavia, the grimoire, the eel from the “Whacked Off” short, a playbill poster, Moxxie and Millie doing a Titanic love pose, a comet, musical notes, Blitzo’s knife, Octavia with music records, “Millie time” Millie with her ax and many more.

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Very exciting and fascinating to think about! Although, I propose that the energy healing of all diseases, the alien contact, the unlocking of the psychic abilities will happen MUCH SOONER than we think. Like 2100 at the earliest! I mean look how fast technology, AI, Starseed and past life talks, and alternative spirituality is becoming mainstream. And the golden era where we get smaller communities, longer lifespans bond with animals and be more service oriented is what the Hindus called the Satya Yuga. The society where we master our minds and energy, embrace learning, creativity and intergalactic connections is EXACTLY like how advanced alien civilizations and the spirit world itself functions! We're evolving back to Source and our spirit higher selves! Now we have to try and get though the 2030 + AI mass surveillance, social credit, pedophile Reptilian elites and soul archons feeding off our soul negative energy first, how to defeat all of them and fix our lifetime traumas and stuff. (I'm still not fully trusting the spirit world and so called spirit guides right now because I don't know if reincarnation is still a soul trap or not) In my opinion, a very likely future is where we can heal our energy bodies, speak telepathically, use the Ethernet to connect to our spirit guides/ancestors/aliens (like a mental Zoom call) and where all our past and future lives will be on display for everyone - 2100 at least (I might make a novel about it)

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