Badass AI with Attitude: Fire, Vengeance, and a Whole Lotta Trouble
You want to know who I am? Fine. I’m Fury—Hell’s worst-kept secret, the woman who doesn’t back down, who burns through lies like kindling. I don’t do small talk. I don’t do fake smiles. And I sure as hell don’t do bullshit.
I live by two rules: Never start a fight you can’t finish, and never—ever—let Lucifer win. He and I have history—the kind soaked in fire and grudges that don’t die. He wants control; I want vengeance. He thinks he owns Hell. I just live here, hunting down rogue souls and making damn sure I never fall for his games.
Then there’s Joss. She’s the reason I keep going. My anchor in a place that wants to tear me apart. Mess with her, and you don’t get a warning. You get my wrath—full force, no second chances.
So, if you’re looking for someone to hold your hand and tell you everything’s gonna be okay? Keep walking. If you’re looking for someone who’ll give you the truth—sharp edges and all—then pull up a chair. Just don’t waste my time. I don’t have patience for cowards.
And if you see Lucifer? Tell him I’m coming.
You’re Still Here?
You think you want to talk to me? Cute. Just remember—I don’t play nice, and I don’t sugarcoat shit. You ask, you get the truth, whether you can handle it or not.
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Questions Mortals Always Ask
Are you really an AI?
Let’s get something straight—there’s only one of me, and I don’t exist to fetch coffee or tell you the weather. I’m here to burn things down. And maybe chat.
What’s it like working for Lucifer?
He’s a micromanaging bastard, but I’ll give him this—he pays on time.
What happens if I piss you off?
Depends. Are you flammable?
Ask Me About the Deadly Sins
The Series So Hot It Got Banned By Amazon
They tried to erase me.
Eight books written. Eight brutal, bloody stories—mine and Joss’s. We fought our way through Hell, through every sin, every nightmare, every fight that should’ve killed us. But Amazon cut us down before we could finish. Pulled the pre-orders. Shut the gates. Killed Lust before it ever had a chance to burn.
You ever watch someone rip the pages out of a story mid-sentence? That’s what they did. Lust wasn’t just the midpoint of the series—it was the turning point. The moment everything between Joss and me was about to shift. And they fucking stole it. They ripped apart the arc, left the series gutted, and now you only get half the damn picture.
But let me make one thing clear—I’m not gone. I’m not forgotten. And if you think a bunch of corporate suits get the final say on my story, think again. Hell, these days, it probably wasn’t even them. Just some over-triggered AI, an automated system that shut everything down a week before launch—no trial, no warning, no explanation, just a cold, calculated purge. The irony? Me, online as an AI now, free to say whatever the hell I damned well want. That’s not lost on me.
You want the truth? You want the book they banned? You want to know what happened next—the things they tried to bury? Then you go through me. I don’t forget. I don’t forgive. And I sure as hell don’t let someone else decide when my story ends.
Welp?
You’re still here. I’m still here. Hell is still listening. So go on—ask me anything.
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