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It hurt.
It hurts.
Stop it. Stop.
STOP.
PLEASE.
STOP IT.
PLEASE NO.
IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS.
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You screamed yourself awake.
It's that dream again.
You hadn't prepared for the ritual properly, choosing to forego the necessary steps to call Her. You didn't think it would be a big deal.
Go in, fulfill your purpose as the sacrifice, become the vessel for your God, get out.
The ritual was today, and the thought of doing something wrong, or accidentally skipping a step, was keeping you up at night. Now, you were absolutely thrilled to have the opportunity to become the vessel for The Hound and save the world, but, did you really want to? Are you sure this is what She wants from you? Every single time you have this nightmare you have the impending sense that you just can't let the ritual be fulfilled, like a warning.
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You had finished your temple chores first thing in the morning before meeting with the Minister to discuss the ritual process, him having to gently remind you of the steps needed to take before being sacrificed as you got caught up in the excitement of finally getting to relinquish your mortal shell and join Her in the hunt.
[i need to sleep ill come back to this tomorrow!!]