Really this is bloody brilliant. I say this at the risk of sounding totally arrogant since I helped you brainstorm for it a bit.
But I adore this:
"Where are the hymns, the praise-songs to my glory, the ceremonies and the feast-days, the shy nuns and scheming Maesters and fornicating priests? All my diversions gone, since I was walled up in this Yevon-forsaken wilderness! No, by all means, enjoy your sick dalliance with death, girl. Do it here. Right now. I'll watch." That, all of that is just, heh, pure genius.
I love the way you indicate that Yojimbo at least saw the Temple he resided in as a glorious sink of sin and a place where flesh was worshipped. The jibe about Lulu's relationship with a dead man is perfect as well.
Also Lulu's sudden fear that the dead men are in collusion is beautifully done. I adore the metaphor about the maggots.
I love Lulu's thought about the sacrificial table - would altar maybe be a better word?
I love the way that Auron is excessively chivalrous and tender in order to confound and irritate the aeon.
I love how you describe Yojimbo's voice as papery. I also like how Auron blazes up with angerat one too many insults.
You carried off such a crazy idea so brilliantly. I am thoroughly enjoying every second.