Meulin was returning to her hive at dawn for some much needed rest. She had just had a very stressful day fighting the authorities (they insisted on her living with some higher-caste trolls, and that she shouldn't be so "feral") and even her own matesprit. Whatever the two had argued about she hadn't remembered, but that night had ended with her announcing that she wanted to go hunting. She was returning from said hunting trip, refreshed and readjusting herself to life's problems again, when she saw Kurloz sitting and watching the rising sun at the top of a hill just outside the forest where she hunted.

"(+-+) Something wrong, Purrloz?" Meulin asked softly. Kurloz turned and replied:

"Meulin. I can't tell you how happy I am that we had that argument. It's led to something wonderful."

"(&.&) What do you mean, exactly?"

"It's a miracle, Meulin. I've found my purpose in life, my true calling, and I'm only just beginning to explore it." He got up and drew his face closer to Meulin's. "It's a miracle you caused. I love you for it." He then pulled her to him and kissed her. Meulin wasn't sure what she had done, but she was more than happy to return the affection.

She later found out from Kurloz that he had apparently converted himself into some sort of religion. She didn't pay it much heed at first, because Kurloz seemed to be happier because of it. He was always vague about it, however, and when she asked if she could join he told her that she could not, claiming that it could only be properly practiced by those of his blood class.

This got her purrious and so she decided to check this thing out on the Internet the next time they went to Kurloz's hive. But when Meulin had asked Kurloz what his password for his computer was he refused to give it to her. This made Meulin suspicious, but she figured the issue could be solved if she discussed what was going on to an associate. So she had told Kankri, a very awkward and stuffy boy that she had only recently met when he had gotten lost in some woods on the way to Porrim's hive (he had thanked her profusely for preventing him from being "triggered" by anything in the wilderness) that her matesprit was following a religion, she herself being unsure of what that actually was. She didn't tell Kankri which one because she didn't know the name of what Kurloz's new one was, and she was under the impression that if there was more than one religion they were indistinguishable. Kankri clarified a few things to her and went off on a long list of various religions in Beforan history, taking the time to explain their beliefs and doctrines. Since Meulin had no idea what Kurloz's religion was, she narrowed it down to the ones that Kankri had explained were around today; Sufferism (a belief emphasizing the need to abolish the hemospectrum, which Kankri seemed to approve of but not be a follower of for some reason), Empiricism (the belief that Beforus must restore its empire as it had in the past—they worshipped Meenah had some rather violent philosophical ideas) and Highbloodedness (some sort of weird clown group that drank Faygo and swore a lot and got high on sopor slime). This last group was apparently once served as law enforcement for the Empress; back then they were ruthless and "hemophobic", meaning that they despised trolls of lower blood castes. There were others, but most of them were persecuted out of existence or in such a small number that Kankri claimed they weren't even worth considering. After thinking over the possibilities, Meulin figured it wasn't likely Sufferism (Kurloz would have been high on the hemospectrum if it was still in effect) or Empiricism (Kurloz sometimes made jokes about what Meenah did all alone in her hive on the moon). She really hoped it was one of those obscure religions, but chances were it was Highbloodedness.

Meulin remembered how Kankri had pointed out how shaken up she had appeared to be after he explained all the religions to her. She lied and told him she was just overwhelmed with information and having some trouble taking it all in. Kankri reassured her that such things weren't worth worrying herself about, but as she went home that was just what she did.

After that had happened, Kurloz grew more suspicious of her. He no longer let her stay in his hive like she had before, although he would still visit her in her own hive just as often, although he seemed to deliberately avoid Kitty. During this time he acquired a moirail, a psionic named Mituna Captor. He worked as some sort of computer technicician, but that didn't interest her. Kurloz explained that often they would meet together and just talk; sometimes about quadranty problems (Mituna didn't have a matesprit), or possible job options for Kurloz. Meulin didn't see the need for Kurloz to have a job (she herself got all the food she needed for free by hunting). But what was much more interesting to her was when they discussed matters of philosophy and religion. She had wanted to join them to get some sort of idea as to how deep Kurloz was into his religion and how exactly he approached it, but Kurloz didn't allow her to join them after she had admitted that she really just wanted to listen. Mituna had interceded for her, though, and insisted that she at least take in what they said and try to form her own opinions on the matter. So one day instead of having their talks jams at either Mituna's or Kurloz's hive, they held it at Meulin's. She remembered brewing up some cameowmile tea to try and lighten the mood. But why did that strike out so much in her mind?

It was the last good meowmory I had of Purrloz. Even today the smell of that tea makes me feel warm and safe, but also this terrible feeling that something dangerous is lurking around.

The conversation seemed to begin typically, but from what she could gather this was intended to be one of their last. The subject was God—also known as Gog, more popularly-and she had never heard the word before. Apparently God—or a god?—was some sort of being that either created, controlled, or governed the world under people's noses—or perhaps all 3.

"I'll let you start, Kurloz, since you seem to have a better grasp on your viewpoint of God than I do," Mituna told him. Mituna seemed to take a generally ambiguous position that there was a god, but that he had no idea what it was like or how it could be reached. He did, however, think that it was orchestrating something too great for mere trolls to have a complete understanding of.

"That, brother, is a beautiful motherfucking question," Kurloz replied. Meulin had noticed her matesprit had been saying "motherfucking" a lot ever since he had his religious experience. "Ya see, there all kinds of miracles in this world. One of them is the way that "God" as you call…him? It? Help me out here, bro."

"I'm not sure myself," Mituna admitted. "Maybe even a she, although I'm not sure how we could identify God's gender."

"I think it's a dude, man. It just makes a bit more motherfucking sense. Anyway, let me tell you all about the Mirthful Messiahs."

"Oh, so you think there's more than one? How so?"

"That's a bitchtits question, man!" Kurloz replied. Meulin cringed at the word—if it even was one—bitchtits. What did that even mean? She wasn't quite sure, but it just sounded so out of place and questionable, although she had no idea why.

"It's all one big miracle how the Mirthful Messiahs work," Kurloz went on. "It's just all…miracles, man. They're many in one…not sure how many, though. It might just be one. But that's not important, what's important is what they do."

"Ok, but how exactly do they govern affairs? You're not giving me anything specific here."

"Sorry, man. The Mirthful Messiahs haven't really told me all that much."

"That's all right. I'm not exactly an expert in the Divine myself. All we can do is speculate right now. So, what exactly about God did you find out from your…epiphany?"

"Too much, man. It was all so wondrous I guess I couldn't take it all in. But I can tell you a few things. God is a master of time. He's the Lord of it, and it's practically his wicked powerful bitch!"

"So he manipulates time? So that he can arrange things according to whatever plans he has? That fits right into my theory of divine control…but we discussed that earlier. What else can you tell me about God? Like, what does he expect out of you?"

"Subjuggulation and adoration, my man!" Kurloz replied in a nonchalant tone. "All we do to praise him is just acknowledge him. That's all the praise he needs, our Mirthful Messiah…s. Subjuggulation was the ancient art in which we asserted our divine gift with the non-believers! Although worshippers of the past didn't even motherfucking know it yet." Meulin could see from Mituna's expression that he was alarmed, but he managed to keep his cool in front of Kurloz.

"I see. Can I tell you how I think of God?"

"Go ahead, my wicked moirail brother. I'm sure your brain's big enough to just try and grasp a little bit."

Meulin tuned the conversation out of her mind at this point. Mituna was using a lot of big words and discussing things she had never heard of before. She didn't really see the point of speculation about this. What was the point if the answer could never be found?

"Any thoughts you'd like to contribute to the conversation, Meulin?" Mituna asked. "You've been awfully quiet."

"No thanks. It all seems kind of boring to me. But it's nice to have us all together for stuff like this." Meulin tried to focus her eyes on Mituna, but she could feel Kurloz's gaze burrowing deep in her. Afterwards Mituna left, and Meulin was about to go to bed when Kurloz appeared.

"How about we go over to my place? I haven't showed you how much I've changed it, just for you." With Kitty's permission, Meulin went over there. She hadn't been to Kurloz's hive for a while and was wondering when he'd let her see it again. She saw upon arrival that it had changed tremendously, especially with the addition of a shipping wall and luxury bathroom. No wonder Kurloz had been keeping her out! This was quite the purrprise!

The only thing the two had done that dawn, Meulin remembered, was enjoying each other's company with red passion and desire. But around noon the two finally began to grow sleepy.

"Let me tell you one last thing about us highbloods," Kurloz whispered between make-out sessions.

"What?"

"My Lord calls on each of us, his followers, to his service. The time for my period in which I must serve him draws near. I want you to join me, my love."

"Who cares about that? Can't we just be together for a little while?" What seemed like an eternity of bliss for the matesprits passed before Kurloz answered.

"Yes, Meulin. You will be my wicked kittybitch…thank you." Meulin gave him one last kiss before drifting off to sleep with her matesprit.

And then Kurloz screamed, making a "HONK!" sound at some point in the night. Meulin was jolted awake by the sound at first, but after a few seconds she heard nothing at all; for the first time she could hear nothing but dead silence and see nothing but Kurloz trying to close his jaw shut. She was so shocked by the sudden circumstances that she fainted. The last memory Meulin remembered being erased by the sopor slime were vibrations of Kurloz's footsteps fleeing to another part of the hive.