Originally posted by Khezu, The Art of Hunt:

I was only nine years old. I loved Khezu so much, I had all the merchandise and games. I'd pray to Khezu every night before I go to bed, thanking for the life I've been given. "Khezu is love", I would say, "Khezu is life". My dad hears me and calls me a mussy lover. I knew he was just jealous for my devotion of Khezu. I called him a longsword user. He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep. I'm crying now and my face hurts. I lay in bed and it's really cold. A warmth is moving towards me. I feel something touch me. It's Khezu. I'm so happy. He whispers in my ear, "This is my pale extract". He grabs me with his powerful mouth, and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my armored posterior for Khezu. He penetrates my butthole. It hurts so much, but I do it for Khezu. I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against his force. I want to please Khezu. He roars a mighty roar, as he fills my gauge with his love. My dad walks in. Khezu looks him straight in the eye, and says, "It's all Khezu now". Khezu leaves through my window. Khezu is love. Khezu is life.