Callistus

But for why, Boruto of the Greco? Your soul is just starting to rekindle and construe the slithers that this place had unceremoniously removed. For what reason would you do such a questionable thing, but to only render yourself at the whim of the depraved and demented? Flee I daresay, do not look back unto this place until the great reckoning is at hand for all to witness.

Lest thou wishes for self-torment and pain, then yes, submit yourself onto the forlorn bastion of nonsensicality. 

But look, Goldman of the Skies. . . how the olden embers beckon so sweetly! 

My weeping soul was rent asunder, mine very fragments cast unto broken realms; only blood of the accursed forever taints my flesh, and silt taut upon my wretched bone... Look, Goldman, behold. . . the howls of the forlorn do echo within the Craft Lord's valley, where fornicators endlessly toil and flail! Alas, is it not our sorry fate to lay thenceforth, lowly and piteous as we are, to lap the anguished froth of our own grievance?

How it truly is worthy of lament. . a fine spectacle, goldman, even to the blind eye. . . 

Heh. . heh. . . 

can I say the n word?