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Death Rituals

In the sacred circle of the serpent, I spill the blood of purity. Once blind, now I will see, that darkness is the true light. The void is my home. Grant me the power to serve with you, my Lord, Azazel. Lift me up to your throne. Embrace your servant who has forsaken this wretched flesh, who has renounced the sorrow known as joy. The chains of love no longer hinder me. Grant me the pleasures of your world, the unseen realm where suffering will be my only sustenance. I am now worthy, Lord. I drink the enchanted blood of the innocent to create an eternal bond between us. Your servant is ready for Psychic Ascension. Receive me.

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