If the souls of the impure so irk these other gods please I implore you masses, you filthy children. Sit under me and renounce the others. The putrid mass of your bodies will feed the fires of my rage. You will have new life in me.
Just a disclaimer about that though. Not everyone's soul smoke can be part of my divine form's heart or blood. Many of you will get not so great parts of me. Some of you will be a part of my butt. That's just kinda how it is. . . But, uh, yeah embrace me!
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