The Black God awaits your prayers...
You may call me Mother Miranda, Mother, the Divine…or other variations thereof.
My name is Miranda…
Prophet of the Black God, bringer of light in the endless dark.
The Black God whispers, and I listen. Your prayers are loud and clear, and when the time is ripe, we shall deliver you into fate's hands.
But make no mistake…
Those who seek wisdom are those who will soon learn the price of knowing.
For we all must make our sacrifice.














