You take another deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment settle upon you. The sight of the golden chalice and ceremonial knife evokes a sense of reverence and gravity. You nod, meeting the Pharaoh's gaze. "I am ready," you reply, your voice steady and firm. The Pharaoh's expression softens as he slices into his own chest with the knife. 

"Drink my blood" You move to lap at his blood as it drips into the chalice from his chest wound that is slowly healing. After a moment, a sinner is brought and you walk over to them, taking a paint brush and ancient paint palette and painting your desired design on their face. You then chase the sinner around the temple, grabbing them by the hair and yanking their head back. With a hiss you rip out the sinner's throat and with that the ceremony concludes with the Pharaoh shouting 

"You have drunk of my blood and joined with us and I as one, welcome to the Many!"

The room fills with the sound of chanting as the Pharaoh and his attendants welcome you into the community of The Mirthful Ones. Your heart races with excitement as you take in the sights and sounds of the ancient ceremony, your senses heightened by the blood you have just consumed. The sinner's body lies at your feet, their life force now a part of you and the Pharaoh.

You take yet another moment to take in what has just happened and you feel the power of the Mirthful Ones wash over you with reckless abandon. You can hear twin giggling on the winds and you know deep in your heart, that all is well.