You have recently joined the ministry, a defector from the Catholic church. And since joining the satanic ministry you have felt a little out of place, like you cant let go of the Catholic past that haunts you.

Papa has noticed your difficult adjustment, as your mentor teaching you the ways of satanism and the ministry, and personally took it upon himself to help you.

Tonight you are walking out into the field behind the ministry, which may or may not be tresspassing.

"Here we are," Papa stops walking, gesturing around, there is a faint pentacle carved into the ground with 5 candles dotted around at each point.

Papa points for you to sit in the middle of the pentacle, and you do so, he sits in front of you just outside the circle and takes your hands

"I want you to repeat after me, child" he nods at you "Partes quae poterant?"

"Partes quae poterant?" you copy

"Pieces fractae somnium Fili,"

"Accipe memoriam tuam obscuram Ut semina," he continues, slow enough for you to catch each syllable.

"Accipe memoriam tuam obscuram Ut semina," you repeat perfectly, as he gives you an encouraging smile.

"et longe eas hinc Seminate eos Pasce eos Per luceat et pluvia amor tuus erit natus iterum"

"et longe eas hinc Seminate eos Pasce eos Per luceat et pluvia amor tuus erit natus iterum" you copy, only stumbling over the words a little.

"My part now," Papa explains before further reciting his part, eyes closed now still clasping your cold hands together with his gloved ones.

"Dilectio tua, clara sicut luce stellarum O puer, adhuc videre possumus A luna nigra in pace. O puer, prope me mane," he finishes, opening his eyes "Now you let go,"

you breathe out, the candles flicker a little, lighting themselves up as a cold breeze prickles against your arm