Dearest Lord Neraeos, God of the Eternal Oceans, etc etc etc,

I do feel that Your perpetual paranoia must know no bounds. You leave me
to presume that You have some sort of grudge with Darkness, but whyever
for. Our last interactions were so tender and dear. Please do find
another Divine hobby, or entertainment, your unsubtle and constant
accusations in our direction have lost most of their creativity and
interest. Your darling Daughter's own story tells of Her reason for
being, the Will of two Gods. Technically in Your infinate wisdom, You in
fact should have known that Your desire was what caused the plague upon
Sapience and Your self-proclaimed 'noble' Order, so please cast Your
moody gaze elsewhere. Darkness has far more interesting things to focus
on, than the lackluster existance of Your children and whatever projects
You toss upon them.

And a slight note, We of Darkness, do not answer to You, nor Your
children. The only obeisance we owe Yourself is due to Your Divine
nature. Nothing more, nothing less. And so shall it be.


-Askiva De'Nuit Trismegistus, Oracle of Darkness

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Miraman, in the year 394 AF.