"Listen to me, Constantine. Please listen. (Oh, God, yes.) No, listen. There is something you must know. (Hnn.) Megalos has changed his plan. Do you understand? He means to have the god out of you, take it. He thinks it was misdelivered, that you are to carry it to him and no further. Or that you are a mistake." Her fingers grip, grasp, slip away. "(Yes. Oh. Yes.) He believes he can draw it out, in the old way, with blood and sacrifice. Your sacrifice, your blood. He will take you to the zagre, and there you will fight. Everyone will see him ascend. Apotheosis. Then he will open the doors of mystery himself, blessed by his god, anointed in your death. He will come for you, maybe even tonight. It will happen. (Yyyah. Ah. Yes.) He will fight you and he will kill you and I cannot let it be. (Touch me. Don’t stop. Touch me.) I am not Stella. I am not, was never, will never be Stella. I like you, I want you (God, I do) but I am not Stella. My name is Diana Hunter and I am not mad. I am not! There is so much I must tell you. I can save you. We need to leave here, now, tonight, before we die. You must get me out of here. Get us both out of here."