Pug and the dark arts

I call on wild spirits, on lonely ones forgotten but I remember! I remember the times when you were exalted, and now dead, they have spat on your gravestone. I remember though I will ask that a reward be given for one who has made the journey, the sacrifice in finding your loneliness, your ask, your desire to be cherished. I cherish and give me what I want. I ask little only that I become great in this life, to smite my enemies, a tooth for a tooth, nay I say. I will destroy them completely. Help me. Now.