Deleting content will cause content on this and all subsequent pages to move closer to the front of the universe, creating a bizarre instance in the space-time continuum where previously-saved hyperlinks that others have used may no longer point at their correct destinations.
This is generally undesirable.
Are you sure you want permanently delete both the original chat message and the referenced post?
Blocking your descent into the Circles is the legendary River of Styx. Filling the wrathful and writhing mucky waters of the river are the countless souls of those consumed by hate and rage. They drown in the dismal marsh for all eternity.
Sirad: Trying to ignore her desperation to rip off Eve's clothes and maul her on the bridge, she replied smirking, her voice rather breathy and obviously getting horny, but trying to fight it, "Erebuz is some big-shot God who apparently destroyed reality three times, although his conquests sucked and well he never had to deal with a female running things, Lucifer in his great events was obviously like Adam all talk and no erection, but really what you expect. I gave him City of Dis, but he knows and loaths the fact I can basically trap him forever in the very room he created, quite befitting if my might say, but well what you expect me to be like, you know even in bed, I am naughty, not nice."
Laughing she stretch rather suggestively and smirk, I suppose since you'll have nothing on afterwards, we could let our flowers meet in private, out of the view of Doggy of course.