Mortals,

In some recent conversations with you mortals, it has come to my attentions that a large majority of you seem to think that your pitiful shrines represent me, the Lord of Evil. I assure you that those wretched piles of fodder do absolutely nothing for myself.

I can hear you all gasping in shock as you realize that your altars are indeed of no use to me. Fear not! I will calm your troubled soul by placing _my_ most holy of altars in the wedding chamber of Maya, within the mighty Basilica so that you may continue to worship me at your leisure. Feel free to offer your slain children and spouses to me at any time, day or night.

Sartan, Lord of Evil

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Glacian, in the year 249 AF.