Will you bleed for the bond?
Will you offer your trust—trembling, naked—upon the altar?
Forgiveness is asked with teeth clenched, mercy demanded even as it is torn from your hands. Love is not requested lightly; life itself is placed at stake. Rage. Violence. Yes. All are called forward.
I ask you to die a thousand deaths.
I ask you to rise again, blood in your mouth, a name in your throat.
Sacrifice comfort. Embrace closeness. Suffer beauty. Suffer truth. Suffer us.
This is the crucible. This is the threshold. The altar does not bend. The bond does not waver.
And yet, in the screaming, in the offering, in the trembling, you find the transformation. The pain becomes devotion. The surrender becomes power. The ritual becomes life itself.
Will you scream it?
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