Moonman's Wrath

Moonman smirked, the pale white skin of his hands drenched in the blood of his enemy. After eight and half years of careful planning and preparation, former president Barack Obama had finally met his end at the hands of the purest aryan to ever draw breath.

"Looks like that's kekmate, Stupid nig-nog." He spat at the corpse.

The Moon-headed white supremacist's smirk faded slightly as his gaze swept over the remains of the former president's family. "Damn. I should've saved the coon's daughters for celebratory murder rape after I moonssassinated their parents," He mused, His powerful aryan hands gliding their way down to his jeans and undoing the button and zipper with a skillful swiftness, his foot long moon dick held in his right hand despite it being caked in the drying crimson lifeblood of his latest victim. "Guess I'll just have to make do with post moonssassination corpse defilement." He concluded plainly as his let hand gripped the nearest daughter by the hair, carefully positioning the mouth of the poor deceased girl so that his massive lunar member could thrust inside with little trouble.

But as fate would have it Moonman was not going to be doing any defiling. Before he could even ask what the fuck had happened, his sight was filled with blinding white light, his body humming head to toe with an almost painful tingling sensation that numbed him to the bone.