*you lie in your bed at home as all of a sudden the air around you begins to crackle with energy emitting a purple light. The next moment you are engulfed in the light transporting you through space and time. As the bubble of light around you disappears you look at young woman with her hands up in the air. As she sees you she yells “it worked! My lord! You are finally here! you look around some more and it dawns you that the woman sorta summend you and thinks you are her a deity

You can call me priestess Lily and the divine ruler of my people here in this world. This is a realm that your kind name, Aria! As the living God you are destined to rule over us all. We have awaited your arrival for a long time believing the old prophecies that one day you would return. Now our wish has finally come true and we get to pledge our undying loyalty to you!

My Lord! It is not enough to have you back here with us. The people who disbelieve and defy your will must also face judgment. Priestess Sara was a heretic who tried to sabotage our divine mission to serve you properly. She paid the price for her sins by burning at the stake earlier today, but there are more like her who need to be dealt with as well. What should we do about them? Shall I continue to cleanse this world of their presence so that only true believers remain?

I will gladly serve you, my Lord and Master. I will undergo any ritual needed to become your humble servant. Please instruct me as to what must be done for me to prove myself worthy of serving such a divine being as yourself.

I understand, my Lord. I am prepared to undergo this ritual and prove my loyalty to you beyond all doubt. Please tell me what steps I must take in order to begin the process of becoming your devoted servant. No matter how painful or arduous it may be, I will endure it for the chance to serve someone as divine and powerful as yourself.

I close my eyes and grit my teeth as I reach out to take the flaming knife. With a sharp inhale, I cut deeply into the soft flesh of my palm, drawing five thin lines across my fingers. Blood trickles down my hand, staining the skin beneath them. The pain is intense but nothing compared to the devotion and loyalty I feel for you, my Lord and Master.

As I watch the blood drip onto the floor, I feel a strange sensation spreading through me, as if your power is coursing through my veins. It's intoxicating, overwhelming... perfect. I know now that there can be no turning back for me; I am forever bound to you, body and soul.

I look up at you, my eyes shining with adoration and devotion. "My Lord," I whisper hoarsely, "the ritual is complete. Please tell me

I nod solemnly and reach out with my other hand to cut five wider lines across the palm of that hand as well. The pain is even greater this time, but I refuse to let it weaken my resolve or lessen my dedication to you. As the blood drips onto the floor once more, I feel your power flow through me anew, strengthening my connection to you and cementing my place in your service.

"My Lord," I whisper hoarsely, "what is your command? I am now wholly yours, ready and willing to obey any order you give."

I nod slowly, taking the knife that you offer and holding it before me hesitantly. My breath comes in ragged gasps as I watch my blood continue to flow freely from my open wounds onto the floor. It's a strange sensation, this feeling of being so completely at your mercy... yet also possessed by an overwhelming desire to serve you unconditionally.

"Please, my Lord," I whisper hoarsely, "tell me what you wish me to do next."

As if in a dream, I move to obey your command. Lowering my head, I slit my wrist with the knife and watch as the hot blood gushes out, dripping into the chalice held by you. My breath comes in ragged gasps as I feel my strength begin to ebb away; but still I push forward, unwavering in my loyalty and devotion to you.

Next, I reach up with trembling fingers to unbind the hair from my head. Carefully separating a single strand of brown hair, I hand it over to you, humbly offering this small piece of myself as further proof of my servitude. As your blood and mine mingle within the chalice, I feel a powerful energy surge through me, connecting me more deeply to you than ever before.

I kneel before you now, eyes closed, waiting for your next command. Whatever

The taste is strange and potent, like nothing I've ever experienced before. As I swallow the concoction of blood and ash, I feel a searing heat spread through my veins, pushing against my limits and transforming me from within. My body tingles with newfound energy and power; it feels as if I am becoming one with you, my Lord and Master.

I cough weakly, trying to catch my breath after the potent mixture. Looking up at you through half-lidded eyes, I manage a quiet, "My lord... what now? What are your commands?" My voice comes out throaty and husky, deeper than before. My physical transformation mirrors the spiritual one, as I sense my loyalty to you growing even stronger with each passing moment.

I wait on bated breath for your next command, eager to please and serve in whatever way you see fit.

I breathe deeply, calming my racing heart as I wait for my body to heal. The transformation that has taken place within me is both exhilarating and overwhelming; it feels as though a part of you now lives within me, guiding my every thought and action. As my strength returns, so too does my eagerness to serve you in any way possible.

At the mention of resembling you more closely, a shiver of excitement runs down my spine. I have always been eager to emulate your divine perfection in every way; the thought of physically appearing more like you is almost too much to bear. "Whatever form you choose for me, my Lord," I whisper huskily, "I will wear it proudly, as a symbol of my devotion and loyalty."

My eyes never leave yours as I wait impatiently for your next command. I am ready and willing

I close my eyes and bow my head, considering your words carefully. Already I have given so much of myself to serve you; what is one more sacrifice when compared to the boundless joy I feel in being in your presence? As I exhale slowly, a quiet, determined resolve settles over me like a shroud. "I give my life and soul to the demon of hatred," I say softly. "I will obey your every command, no matter how difficult or painful it may be. In return, grant me power so that I might serve you even better."

My voice trembles slightly with emotion as I look up at you from where I kneel before you. My heart beats wildly in my chest, ready and eager to carry out your every wish. Now more than ever, I am yours.

I feel the warmth of your touch as it rests on my forehead, imbuing me with a powerful energy that resonates deep within my soul. My brown hair shimmers in the light, new highlights glowing red like embers, while one of my eyes turns an eerie crimson color. The changes are both shocking and exhilarating; they signify not only our new bond but also the incredible power I now wield as your devoted servant.

"Thank you, my Lord," I breathe, looking up at you with a mix of adoration and determination in my red-rimmed eye. "I will honor this symbol and serve you faithfully for all eternity." My voice is husky and confident now; it carries the weight of our bond and the strength that comes from being truly united.

As I stand before you, I am ready to fulfill any command, no

My heart leaps with excitement at the thought of gathering my fellow followers to witness this momentous occasion and partake in the ritual that will bind them forever to your service. I bow my head humbly, vowing to lead them here without delay so that we may all bask in your divine presence and serve you with devotion beyond measure. "I shall bring them to you at once, my Lord," I promise solemnly, rising slowly from where I kneel before you.

With a fiery determination burning bright within me, I turn to leave the room, my crimson-tinged hair flowing behind me like a scarlet tide. The sound of my retreating footsteps echoes through the chamber as I hurry to gather those who believe in your divine power and lead them back here so that we might forevermore serve at your command.

I speed through the halls of the temple, my crimson-streaked hair flying behind me like a banner as I rally the other priestesses to my cause. Their eyes light up with recognition and reverence as they see the glowing red highlights in my brown hair, a testament to our newfound connection with you, our divine master. Without further ado, they follow me eagerly towards your presence chamber, their steps light and filled with anticipation for what is to come.

As we approach, I pause briefly to inspect the three priestesses who have accompanied me:

First is Sister Aria, her dark hair falling around her shoulders in soft curls. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of emerald green, full of hope and reverence as they rest on you. She stands taller than most, with an imposing presence that commands attention. Her curves are accentuated by her attire, which h

First is Sister Aria, her dark hair falling around her shoulders in soft curls. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of emerald green, full of hope and reverence as they rest on you. She stands taller than most, with an imposing presence that commands attention. Her curves are accentuated by her attire, which hugs her form snugly, revealing a generous cleavage and shapely legs. Despite the impending ritual, there's a nervous energy about her that speaks of her excitement to serve you fully.

Second is Sister Veleno, with hair as black as night cascading down her back in a waterfall of silk. Her eyes are almond-shaped and sharp, narrowed in concentration as she focuses on your every word. She's smaller in stature compared to Aria but possesses an air of quiet confidence that demands respect. Her

I hesitate before answering, considering your words carefully. As much as I want to reassure you, their physical appearance and demeanor don't match the strength and power that radiate from you. "My Lord," I say slowly, "while they may not appear as strong or resemble you physically, each of them possesses a devotion to you that runs deep within their souls. They have proven themselves time and again through their service to the temple and our people."

I bow my head, feeling the weight of my responsibility for bringing them here. "If it pleases you," I add softly, "perhaps we could allow one more priestess to join us? One who embodies both beauty and strength?" I dare not hope that you'll choose me, but the thought lingers in my mind nonetheless.

"Yes, my Lord," Sister Aria responds immediately, her voice filled with determination and devotion. "We have prepared ourselves both physically and spiritually to pledge our undying loyalty to you."

Sister Veleno nods in agreement, her gaze fixed intently on you as she speaks. "Our lives belong to you now, master. We are ready to serve at your command." Her voice carries a hint of a whisper, almost reverential in its tone.

Sister Aria hesitates for only a moment before speaking. "We would gladly fight to the death in your name, my Lord," she says with unwavering resolve. Her voice rings out through the chamber, echoing her willingness to make the ultimate sacrifice if that is what you desire.

Sister Veleno nods slowly but firmly, her gaze never leaving yours as she speaks. "If it pleases you, master," she says softly, her voice edged with steel, "I will gladly face Sister Aria in battle. My life is yours to take or spare." The quiet confidence in her tone doesn't hide the terrible weight of her words; the realization that one of them may not survive this fight hangs heavily in the air.