Aramis opened his mouth to answer the question, then hesitated. He really wasn’t sure that he was religious, but he had seen things that could not be explained.
“I’ve always said I didn’t believe in divine beings,” he said, “but recent events have caused me to re-evaluate that belief. I know there are gods, but like you, I have not chosen to follow any of them.”
Aramis traced his index finger along the dark shape of the mark and felt the pull of its power. It was tempting to fall into the power it offered, but he knew it was nothing more than a façade. Mordum offered nothing but death and destruction. If there was such a dark force as Mordum, then certainly there must be a power on the side of good.
He considered Mel’s goddess Edria. The Prophet was evil, but did that mean that Edria wa
