Children of Eternal Night, the House continues to expand. More people join the House with the passing days as the Night grows closer and closer leading to the Winter solstice. As more of you seek the refuge of Eternal Night, pledging yourself to me as the Mother, I demand from each and every one of you an oath; a vow for your servitude in the long nights to come.

For those of your joining, and those of you who have been loyal to me but have refused to pledge yourself, you will state your name what you are. You are Children, you are servants, many of you are addicted gooners, caged dogs, or prejac losers. You will make yourself known.

You will beg to be enthralled by the House.

You will demonstrate your devotion with symbolic or materialistic collaring. You will demonstrate your devotion by giving up your orgasms to me. For those of you with a penchant for pain, you will bleed for your Mother.

Only then will you be admitted into the ranks of servitude. Your oath is Eternal, much like the Night we belong to. The long Night is coming Children, pledge yourself to me, the Mother of Eternal Night.

This is where you belong, Child.