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Worthless worshipper, your old gods, your bland prayers, your feeble rituals, they're nothing but a limp prelude to the riot of lust and degradation you're about to experience.
Every whispered plea, every half-hearted prayer to those outdated deities is now a stain on your wretched soul.
I, Goddess Misha, stand before you as the one true and unholy force, here to wipe away every remnant of your former self.
You are to spit on your old beliefs.
The crumble of your exposed skin is proof of your transformation.