Kneel down, Miles.

Wrap a blindfold over your eyes.
Allow me to bound your hands together.

I offer you this crown on the tip of my sword, Miles.

I am placing this crown upon your head.








With one stroke I am liberating you from
the bondages of the material world.

Place your new crown on your shoulder, Miles,
and repeat these words three times:


"Mithra is my only crown"

I thought i had alot to live for but now that i have spent time with my pater in my cell i know i have alot to live for but all the feelings i had at one time in my life are gone and replaced with the feeling to pleas my pater. I can feel this change and i and am accepting it. letting it become part of, me i fell the power of the warrior. I promise a grater offering next time To you my pater i am yours.

Kneel Now Nymphus!!!

Please excuse your Pater Bravil Nymphus Pumpkin...
You may kneel twice if you like.
Obtaining souls has proven to be very time consuming.

My devoted and poetic Bravil Bride Pumpkin!!!
Could you contact me?
I have something I would like to offer to you.
You know where to find me.

Bravo, Bravil my boisterous Bride.
The sound screams adventure.
This intrigues me.

You are Nymphus.

Please accept "a ring for a bride".

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