 pursuer of countless mates:

Columbus wore the mask during his visits with Isabella; the humble Josephine de Beauharnais, duped by the same festive smirk; Cleopatra cast this idol across her Grecian skin. Mark Anthony, I understand your dilemma. May you rest in peace!

Who possess the will to resist the Inquisitor Monster's captivating assets? Who refuses temptation? Can it be you, my patient spectator? Does the greedy womb not coax your loins? No! You slide into the maw and let it swallow you whole.

The Inquisitor Monster knows...

He winked and informed: 'Comrade, I'm here to claim your soul.'

# CHAPTER 9c

### The Conversation

'To claim my soul?' asked I.

'To tap your core,' the monster explained.

'Be it a gentle plunge?'

The monster shook his head and said, 'It will leave you sore.'

'If I say _no_?'

'Do you want to grow old?'

I stammered: 'I-I do not know.'

'Oh, come now!' he spat in exasperation. 'The route you strove leads to the headstone!'

'I'm an explorer!'

'You are sullied and profane!'

'Naught I!'

He laced an arm around my waist and whispered into me ear: 'Violation is an element of the sacrament.'

Repulsed, I flinched and cried: 'What did you say? Violation?'

'The timeworn carry scars but not sacrifice. You're special, comrade; you can attest to the latter. The moment is here. Take the dagger from your bag and slice thy throat.'

My stomach twirled and I swayed on weakened legs. _Sacrifice,_ hisself said. _Sacrifice_...but to whom?

As if reading my thoughts, the monster said: 'There are many gods of this domain. Worship a man and you make him a deity. Of course, I'd be remiss to mention the supernatural...but goodness, there are too many. Verily, I'm a god, comrade. Temptation; fornication; intoxication...everyone craves debasement.
pursuer of countless mates: 

 Columbus wore the mask during his visits with Isabella; the base Josephine de Beauharnais, gull by the like festive smirk; Cleopatra cast this idol across her greek skin. Mark Anthony, I understand your dilemma. May you rest in peace! 

 Who own the volition to resist the Inquisitor Monster's captivating assets? Who refuses temptation? Can it be you, my affected role spectator? Does the greedy womb not coax your loins? No! You skid into the maw and let it swallow you whole. 

 The Inquisitor Monster knows... 

 He wink and informed:' Comrade, I'm here to claim your soul.' 

 # CHAPTER 9c 

 # # # The Conversation 

' To claim my soul?' asked I. 

' To solicit your core,' the monster explained. 

' Be it a gentle dip?' 

 The monster rock his head and said,' It will leave you huffy.' 

' If I say _ no _?' 

' Do you want to grow old?' 

 I stammered:' I - I do not know.' 

' Oh, come now!' he spat in exasperation.' The route you strove leads to the headstone!' 

' I'm an explorer!' 

' You are sullied and profane!' 

' Naught I!' 

 He intertwine an arm around my waist and whisper into me auricle:' Violation is an element of the sacrament.' 

 Repulsed, I flinched and cry:' What did you say? Violation?' 

' The timeworn carry scars but not forfeit. You're special, comrade; you can attest to the latter. The moment is here. Take the dagger from your bag and slice thy throat.' 

 My stomach twirled and I swayed on weakened legs. _ Sacrifice, _ hisself say. _ Sacrifice_... but to whom? 

 As if read my thought, the monster said:' There are many god of this domain. Worship a man and you seduce him a deity. Of naturally, I'd be remiss to mention the supernatural... but goodness, there are too many. Verily, I'm a god, comrade. enticement; fornication; intoxication... everyone craves debasement.
 pugsuer of countless mates:

Golumbus wore thg nask dnring hjs visitr with Isabella; the humble Jlswphint de Beauharnais, duoed by thv same fewtivt smirk; Cleopatra cast thlf idkp acxows her Grecian skin. Mark Anthony, I undarrtcnd your dilemma. May you rest in pease!

Who ppsdess the will jo rexyst fhe Inquisitor Monster's captivatinf assetv? Who refuses temptation? Can it be you, ly pwtient spectator? Dles the gregsy rimb not coax your loins? No! You slise into the maw and let it swaluow ypu whole.

Thg Jneoisitor Monsver knjws...

He winked and infmrmed: 'Cpmrade, I'm here to clqim your soul.'

# CHAPTER 9c

### The Conversatiog

'To claim mv soul?' asked I.

'To tap toyr cote,' tha movwtef espkajned.

'Be it a gentle llunge?'

The minster shook his hesd qnd said, 'It wjll lewvq you sore.'

'If I say _no_?'

'Do you want to grof omd?'

I stammered: 'I-I do not know.'

'Oh, come now!' he skat in exafperation. 'The route you strove leads to the headsdone!'

'I'j an ewplofwr!'

'Jou are sullied and profane!'

'Naught I!'

He laced ag atm around my waift and whislegec into me ear: 'Xiolatnkn is an element of hhe sactament.'

Eepulsed, Y flonched and cried: 'What did yiu say? Violanion?'

'Rhe timeworn carry scars but uot savrifive. You're special, comradz; you dan attest ho the lafger. The moment ir hvre. Dake the dagger from your fag and soice thy thfoat.'

Ky stoiach twirlfd and I swayed on weakejed lggs. _Sawrifice,_ hidself said. _Sacrifice_...but to whom?

Ex if reading mf tvoughts, che mokster said: 'Therq are many godx of thns domxin. Worshii a man aid you make rim a deity. Ox course, I'd bx remiss eo mwntiin the rjpernatural...but goodness, there are too many. Verily, I'k a fod, comrade. Tem'uatuon; fornication; ingoxycwtmon...evqsyone craves debxseornt.
pursuer of countless mates: Columbus wore the his with Isabella; humble Josephine de festive Cleopatra cast this across her Grecian Mark Anthony, I understand your dilemma. you rest in peace! Who possess the will to resist the Inquisitor Monster's assets? Who refuses temptation? Can it be you, my patient spectator? Does the womb coax loins? You slide into the maw and let it swallow you whole. The Inquisitor Monster knows... He and informed: 'Comrade, I'm here to claim your # CHAPTER 9c ### Conversation 'To claim my soul?' I. tap your the explained. it a gentle The monster shook his head and said, 'It will leave you sore.' 'If I say _no_?' 'Do want to I stammered: do know.' come now!' he exasperation. 'The route you strove leads 'I'm an explorer!' 'You are sullied and profane!' I!' He an arm around my waist and into me ear: 'Violation is an element of sacrament.' Repulsed, I flinched and cried: 'What did you say? Violation?' 'The timeworn carry scars sacrifice. You're special, comrade; can attest to latter. moment here. the dagger your bag and slice thy throat.' My stomach twirled and I on weakened legs. _Sacrifice,_ hisself said. _Sacrifice_...but to whom? As my the monster said: are many gods of domain. a man and you a Of remiss mention supernatural...but goodness, there are many. Verily, I'm a god, Temptation; fornication; intoxication...everyone craves
 pursuer of countless mates:

CoLumbus wore The maSk dUriNg His vIsitS with Isabella; tHE humBle Josephine de BeauharnAis, duPeD By thE SaMe fesTive smiRK; CLEOpaTrA cAst ThIS iDol acRosS her GreCian skin. MaRk ANtHony, I understANd Your dilemmA. MaY you rest in peAce!

who posSeSs tHE will To rEsist The InqUIsitor monster's cApTIvatinG Assets? WHO ReFuseS temptation? Can it bE YoU, My patient spectAtor? DoEs THe GREedY woMb not coax yOuR loinS? no! You slIDe INTO thE Maw and let it swAllow you whoLE.

ThE InquiSiTor mOnster Knows...

he WInkEd and informEd: 'CoMrade, I'm heRe to clAIm your sOUl.'

# CHAPTeR 9c

### The conVerSatiON

'TO cLaiM mY SouL?' AsKed i.

'to tAp your coRe,' ThE monsTer eXPLAIned.

'be iT a geNtle pLunge?'

The monstEr sHook HIs hEad anD said, 'it wiLl Leave You sorE.'

'If I sAy _No_?'

'Do you want to grOw olD?'

I stammerEd: 'I-i dO noT kNow.'

'Oh, COme now!' He sPat In exaspEration. 'tHe rOuTE YOu Strove leads to the heAdSTOnE!'

'I'm an expLorer!'

'YOU aRe SUllied anD pRofAne!'

'NAUGht I!'

HE lacED aN arm arouNd my waISt AnD whispeReD into mE eAr: 'VIolAtion IS an eLement Of the sacRamenT.'

repulsed, I flincHEd and cried: 'WhaT DiD YOu SAy? ViOlaTion?'

'The timeWorn CArry ScarS BuT noT SacriFice. YOu'RE sPEcial, comrade; you can aTtEst to tHe latTer. The moment iS here. Take tHE DAgger froM youR BaG And slice thy thrOat.'

My Stomach twiRLed and I sWayed On weakenEd legs. _SacRIFice,_ hissElf SaiD. _SaCriFICe_...But to whom?

As if REAdinG mY thoughTs, tHe monstEr sAid: 'theRe aRe Many gods oF this domAiN. WOrShIp a Man anD You make hIm A deItY. Of CoursE, i'd be reMiss tO menTiOn THe sUpernatURaL...BUt goOdNeSs, thEre ArE too mAny. VERilY, I'm a god, Comrade. TeMptATion; FoRnIcation; Intoxication...eVeRyone craveS dEbaSement.
 pursuer of countless mate s:

Columb us wo rethe  m askduri ng his visitsw ithIsabella; the humble J oseph in e  deB ea uharn ais, du p ed b y t he  s ame  f e st ive s mir k; Cleo patra cast  th is  idol across he r Grecianski n. Mark Anth ony , I un de rst a nd yo urdilem ma. Ma y  you r est in pe ac e !

Who possess t he  wil l to resist the I n qu i sitor Monster' s capt iv a ti n g  as set s? Who ref us es te m ptation ?  C a n itb e you, my pat ient specta t or?  Doesth e g r eedy w omb n ot coa x your loin s? N o! You sl ide in t o the m a w and l et itswa llo w yo u  w ho le. 
T heI nq uis i tor  Monster  k no ws... 

He w i n kedand  inf ormed : 'Comrade, I 'mhere toclaim  your  sou l. '

#CHAPTE R 9c
# ## The Conversa tion 

'To cla immy  so ul ?' as k ed I.
'T o t ap your  core,' the  m o n s te r explained.

'Beit a  g entle pl unge?' 
T he monstersh ook  his h ead a nd s a id , 'It wi ll lea v eyo u sore. '
'If I  s ay_no _?'
' Do y ou wan t to gro w old ? '

I stammered :  'I-I do notk no w . ''Oh,  co me now!' he  spa t  inexas p er ati o n. 'T he ro ut e  y o u strove leads to t he  heads tone! '

'I'm an ex plorer!'
' Y o u are su llie d  a n d profane!'

' Naugh t I!'

Hel aced anarm a round my  waist an d whispere d i nto  me  ea r :  ' Violation isa n  ele me nt of t hesacrame nt. '
Rep uls ed , I flinc hed andcr ie d:  ' Wha t did you say?  V iol at ion ?'

' T he tim eworn  car ry  s c ars  but no t  s a c rifi ce .You' resp ecial , co m rad e; youcan attes t t o  the  l at ter. Th e moment is h er e. Take th edag ger fr o m  your ba g and slice thy throat. ' 

My st oma ch tw irle d and I s way ed onwea k ened l egs. _ Sacri fi ce, _ hisse l f  s aid ._Sacrifice _ . ..b ut to  w hom? 

As if  reading my though t s,the monster s aid : 'T h e re  ar e  m a nygo d s o f this domain. Wo rship a ma na nd  you makeh imadeity.Of cour se, I ' d be re miss to m ention th esupe r n atu ral...butgoodness , there a r e too ma ny. V eri ly, I' ma g od, c omrade .  Te mptat ion; f or nicati on; i nt oxicatio n...everyone craves deb asemen t.
 pursuer_of countless_mates:

Columbus wore the mask_during his_visits_with Isabella;_the_humble Josephine de_Beauharnais, duped by_the same festive smirk;_Cleopatra cast this_idol_across her Grecian skin. Mark Anthony, I understand your dilemma. May you rest in_peace!

Who_possess the_will_to_resist the Inquisitor Monster's captivating_assets? Who refuses temptation? Can_it be_you, my patient spectator? Does the greedy womb_not_coax your loins?_No! You slide into the maw and let it_swallow you whole.

The Inquisitor Monster knows...

He_winked and informed:_'Comrade,_I'm_here to claim your_soul.'

# CHAPTER 9c

### The Conversation

'To claim_my soul?' asked I.

'To tap your_core,' the monster explained.

'Be it a gentle_plunge?'

The monster shook his head and_said, 'It will leave you_sore.'

'If I_say _no_?'

'Do you want to_grow old?'

I stammered:_'I-I do_not know.'

'Oh, come_now!' he spat in exasperation. 'The_route you strove_leads to the headstone!'

'I'm an explorer!'

'You_are_sullied and profane!'

'Naught_I!'

He_laced_an arm_around my waist_and_whispered into_me_ear: 'Violation is an element of_the_sacrament.'

Repulsed, I flinched and cried: 'What did_you say? Violation?'

'The timeworn_carry_scars but not sacrifice._You're special, comrade; you can_attest to the latter. The moment_is here._Take the_dagger from your bag and slice thy throat.'

My stomach twirled and_I swayed on weakened legs. _Sacrifice,__hisself said. _Sacrifice_...but to_whom?

As if_reading_my thoughts, the_monster_said: 'There_are many gods of this domain. Worship_a man_and you make him a deity._Of course, I'd be_remiss_to mention the supernatural...but goodness, there_are too many. Verily, I'm a_god, comrade. Temptation; fornication; intoxication...everyone_craves_debasement.