I have little interest in the prattling of a tiny, unknown mortal family, and even less for a sorcerer not even the Spireans can stomach. However, more than one of you seems to be deeply confused.

The resurrection so graciously granted by Our Almighty Father when He intercedes for you at the Underhalls is perfect, infallible, always correct. To insinuate otherwise is the highest blasphemy, and will earn not only My ire, but that of My Siblings. When you return from the Halls by His Will, and you are missing something, whether it be a limb or an unborn child, that is something that you, as a mortal, have consciously or subconsciously decided to return without.

Make demands of Me after insulting My Almighty Father, and you shall witness relentlessness.

Penned by my hand on Kinsday, the 11th of Severin, in the year 474 MA.