Chapitre 152: *Interlude - Stella*

Why can't we all just fuck and get along?

That was the question Stella woke up with every day since finally evolving into the half-gnossinian-half-succubus she was.

Needless to say, it was a question that came with a lot of sighing.

For example, she had, while Kir was fighting off a bunch of crab-thingies, come to the conclusion that no amount of fucking would launder out the racism of the cuck-fucked asshole human who could have intervened to try to save them and didn't.

More the surprise, she'd actually listened when Kir went through that whole sordid little history. The gnossinian in her couldn't help but be curious at the time, piecing apart the problem and hypothesizing cause and effect.

Fucker was probably... what does Kir say? In the closet? Yeah. Fuck that Lugh asshole.

She giggled at her thoughts and stretched.