Kidnapper. Victim. Priestess. Goddess. “I’m going to tell you some things. They’re going to sound strange. But I’m telling you because I want to do things the easy way. The easy way is better. For both of us.” She motions with her hand to underline the point. “Let me emphasize: I would like you to believe me. But it doesn’t matter. Your choice is not yes or no. Your choice is easy or hard. Understand?” “Yes. Yes, mistress.” “Good. I am part of an organization that has been looking for something for a long time. A prophecy has predicted the reemergence of a goddess thought to have been lost ages ago. The Devouring Light . But we couldn’t find her, and my fellows have given up the search. But I have found her because I have an insight they lack. Do you know what it is?” That you’re somehow even more fucking batshit than the rest of them? Mike shakes his head. She smiles, a crazed expression coming over her face. “I understand. That a woman. Is sometimes. Born into a man’s body. A.M.A.B. I, alone, considered that our goddess might have reincarnated wrong .”