As she slept she dreamed that she was resting in a forest she remembered despite never having been - comfortable, safe, and supported by the evening light filtering through the leaves.

Sarenrae came to her there - beautiful and grand and without a hint of terror or aloofness despite Her obvious divinity.

"Little one, who is so brave and kind, you are welcome here to grow in my love and protection. Spirit of Malice, you too are welcome here to grow, for I love you just as well. And those that you may hurt, should you continue down your path, I love them all in equal measure."

Amina looked at her Goddess with hope and delight, for this was the One she had been chosen to follow.

"I cannot bring what you desire to all on My own, child. Even I only have so much of Myself to give. If I could I would walk through Hell and its kin and bring each devil their own Nirvana, helping them heal and grow as they have been denied for so long. Though I cannot bring them the light of Nirvana yet, My hope is not idle. I plan and design to one day to bring Nirvana to all of Creation in need of it."

Amina could feel the light Sarenrae spoke of, warm and caring.

"Though there is so much left to do to prepare for the future, I can still act now. On a world where fate holds no sway, in My church devoted to healing and redemption, with a spirit clinging tightly to existence on the soul of one who is Mine - I can put to use the designs I have crafted since the first soul suffered. For even within the darkest spirit, I can fan a spark of light into something Good."

And Sarenrae smiled upon Her cleric as the vision faded.

Amina awoke already sitting upright, and she saw that in her hands she held a Miracle.

She had been gifted Wisdom then, so that she could see that the miracle would bring about the Redemption of Evil. Lifetimes of the peace and safety and growth and light she had just felt in her dream of Nirvana,  all compressed into an instant - to render her fiend Good.

Aminia stared at the miracle, comprehending it. She knew already her choice but had been gifted Wisdom enough to wait and think.

She let her hands drop - the miracle dissipating. Unspent.

That night Amina left the temple, no longer a cleric of Sarenrae.