The Gospel According to Styx: Rants from Satan’s Daughter

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You weren’t supposed to read this.
Seriously. Heaven tried to censor it, Hell tried to lawyer it, and my father tried to burn it.

But here you are—scrolling through my unauthorized, unrepentant rants.

Inside you’ll find:

Divine decrees that were really bureaucratic meltdowns.
Unicorns with better fashion sense than any prophet.
Kings rewriting their crimes as redemption arcs.
Plagues explained as cosmic clerical errors.

And me—Styx, teenage daughter of Satan—calling out every fraud, hypocrite, and celestial screw-up I’ve ever met.

It’s not scripture.
It’s not sacred.
It’s a mixtape of cosmic complaints, stitched together from the margins of eternity.

Read it if you dare.
Review it if you survive.

And remember:
Faith isn’t faith when you’re born with the answer key.