Mercedes is always looking for other mediums. She is the priestess of a god who ignores her, just as all clerics of any denomination are ignored by their gods, and always have been. But her god speaks to me. For her, it was always a kind of curse to have such an untrustworthy oracle. I believe in the Darkness. How could I not, when it’s my body? When it’s my body that it enters? But to believe is not always to obey. The things the Darkness tells them cannot be interpreted on this plane. The Darkness is demented, it’s a savage god, a mad god.
