Satanic Firepower- Part 1

To start off 2025, why don't we invoke the name of Satan? An angel decides to serve the lord of Hell a piece of humble pie, but that just serves to spur him to some serious bulking. Enjoy!

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The angel Gabriel did not belong in the Ring of Wrath, and yet here he was— on Satan's turf. The draconic devil snorted, shoving imps out of his path as he approached the holy light emanating from the huge lion. He had gathered a crowd of imps that approached haltingly and fearfully— but some of them were openly ogling the angelic feline; he had a huge, divinely muscular body, the swirling cosmos in his body rippling as he flexed his huge arms, biceps swelling larger than Satan's head.

"Gabriel!" Satan thundered. "What are you doing here?" the dragon snarled, fire shooting out of his mouth. 

"Oh!" Gabriel turned to Satan, and offered a positively beatific smile. He flashed his phone to Satan. "I'm a member. Nice gym you have here, Stan— the heat here is perfect for my bikram yoga set after I'm done with the weights."

"A member?!" Satan scoffed. "How did you sign up for  it? This gym is for demons only."

"Well… okay, but, aren't I exactly the type of client you want here?" Gabriel posed again, his wings flaring out with a dozen angelic eyes cast at Satan, framing the angel's enormous frame, the heaving lats of his back surging out like yet another pair of wings, his chest surging up and out as he pumped his arms again to pose. "Actually, isn't it a rule here that the strongest person in the gym is in charge? That's like, on the door, isn't it? 'Fuck you, I'm big, you're small, and you gotta deal with it?'"

The imps turned from Gabriel to Satan, the demon lord seething impotently— Gabriel loomed large even his impressive musculature. "I—!"

Gabriel cut him off. "Hey, tell you what, how about we do a friendly arm wrestle to settle this, huh?" the angel offered his still-pumped arm, giving that enormous peaked bicep a firm pat that made the muscle ripple. "I'm just a lowly angel, not even a seraphim, and you're the mastermind here, so… easy for you, right?"

Satan's mouth twisted as he sputtered, and then turned on his heel, storming out of the gym. "You mark my words, angel— I'll show you some real firepower, here!"