In her words

Hi, my name is Macbeth Belinda. I come from Ukilia- a part of the underground world where the Master reigns. I am an ordained princess of the occult and this means I am entitled to every soul that the master keeps. If you are reading this it means you are part of us and you are entitled to illutia*duamusin-the grand ceremony in which our Master will reveal Himself unto thy world. It would seem weird that I am using a piece of writing to reach to you.

The reason as to why I have used Peter Egan is because, like you, Peter has a mission for the preservation of souls under our keeper. If you are reading this, you ought to know that the Master's reign is about to reach its climax in this coming grand ceremony. It has come to my attention that you have been neglecting the duty assigned to you as an agent. You have been causing chaos of recent in our kingdom by following the cross and the like. Our Master will not like it when He hears of such neglect of duty as you have manifested. As a word of caution, you ought to be ashamed of yourself and drop whatever tie you have to the cross otherwise you may end up annoying the Master...and you know what happens when anyone disrespects the Master.

As for preparation for the coming ceremony, it will be vividly communicated to you this very night. I know you are stressed about all of this but I want to assure you that as long as you stay away from the cross, you will be liberated. Why haven't you made any sacrifices to us so far? You hurt our very hearts when you don't quarrel, fight, steal, lie, fornicate, kill...I mean you have changed so much nowadays that you are becoming a hindrance to the mission. Do you even remember the destiny map of your mission?

The Kingdom is in dire need of more souls and ...but why should I keep on reminding you of our destiny plan? I will come this very moment at midnight with Beelzebub and Lugerthenmid to guide you on this journey. To liberate your soul and pin it up for enlightenment. And before I sign off, you ought to bring human blood this time round otherwise we are tired of the cow blood you brought to us at the last ceremony.

let thy master of thy soul rule thee.

High order Bavarian