To Shallam, the Holy Church of Achaea, and any and all affiliates of
Good.

It is with great satisfaction that I write to you from the Solarium of
Thought, in the heart of your very own city... Oh, my apologies, I mean,
your former territorial possessions. Hail, the Lords of Evil, for
granting the allied warriors the strength and power to purge the land of
this disgusting blemish of weakness and Light.

Praise be to Mhaldor and it's Lords, for their sacrifice in blood.

Praise be to the Eleusians and Hashani who, after seeing the full extent
of the hypocracy of the Church, came to their senses and are now helping
us -occupy- the Cesspit of the East.

Praise be to my fellow Occultists and Shadowsnakes, whose service to
Chaos may for now go untouched by the tyranny of the Church.

When I seek refuge in the Inferno, I will see there the cackling face of
the Archprelate, who made this all possible.

Walk in Evil, you poor, deluded fools.

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Daedalan, in the year 468 AF.