Nice job Aia!

I beseech salvation upon the Penitent Lord, clench thy cheeks against the unrelenting horde. For your conviction was naught a simple phase, unto the end see thou next morning rays.

Life gave me a haymaker, frankly quite a backbreaker. Though not as horrid, for I'll bloom once more like an orchid. Now for my own sake, I do have a cake to bake. Choco cheesecake, my stomach quake

Once again in the forsaken room, we find Aia feeling doom. Though there was less contact, for her fight and flight react. Fight with some shrieking, in the end all mobs spawned experienced a killing.

A moment of weakness, but your rizz was in business. Thirst you may have said, but your feelings were all but laid. Your intentions were made, but will your passing returned and paid?

For Aia to be quickly vexed, invoke the name of Hex. For she will incite rage, casting curses akin to a rogue warlock, witch or mage. Invoke the undue name at your peril and ready for a verbal quarrel

Incensed upon El Penitente's dumpy, focused on those cheeks so plumpy. Aia zeroes on that sacred bakery, she exhibits zealous flattery. Don't mistake the second line sacrilegious, for Aia is pious.

The Dumpy, the Witch and the Audacity of this Bi(n)ch. Tie their bodies upon a winch, drag their soon to be corpses to an overflown ditch. Mayhaps their mouths be stitched, their life now abridged.