Chapter 8

Night was blanketing the city as they left the flower shop, Aya giving Ken a glare for forgetting to close the store when he'd followed Omi upstairs. The snow was still falling, muffling their footsteps and making everything around them seem just a little surreal. The church looked abandoned as they approached it, until the door swung open to reveal Nagi standing haloed by candlelight from within. Omi had to smile at the appropriateness of the image.

Nagi waited for them on the steps, expression carefully neutral. "Holy ground starts right at the lintel," he said, indicating the doorway. "They won't be able to get past this point. We're safe enough inside the church, for now."

"It won't take long for the idea of taking hostages occurs to them," Omi pointed out with a sigh. "They know that you at least won't let innocents be killed while you hide in a church."

"'You at least?'" Ken repeated, puzzled. "I would think you'd be the more obvious one for that conclusion, Omittchi."

Nagi gave his lover a startled look. "You didn't tell them?"

Omi shook his head. "I figured it was more important to get them safely onto Holy ground before I started the argument." He glanced past Nagi into the church. It was beautifully appointed, with vaulted ceilings covered in carvings and vast stain glass windows. At the front of the church was an elaborate altar with a gilded cross hanging above it. At the foot of the altar, Farfarello was staring intently at the image of Jesus on the cross, holding his knife above his arm. Omi's eyes widened.

"For Lucifer's sake, Schuldich, don't let him desecrate the altar!" he shouted at the telepath, who was lounging nearby. At his shout Nagi spun, using his powers to pull the lunatic away from the altar. Omi sighed in relief. "If this place is desecrated, they might be able to enter," he reminded the telepath sourly.

Ken was giving him an odd look. "I feel like I'm turning into a parrot, but... 'Lucifer's sake?'"

Omi wrinkled his nose. "I suppose that's a habit I need to break," he admitted. Nagi chuckled.

"Yeah, like me and my swearing. Well, don't all just stand out there, come inside." He moved aside, and the rest of Weiss filed nervously past him. Omi hesitated on the threshold, nervous.

"What's wrong, Omi?" Youji asked, looking back to see his teammate hovering uncertainly.

"Can't you come across?" Nagi looked concerned. "If you can't come in, we may need another plan..."

Omi sighed. "I'm just... remembering the last time I was on Holy ground," he said, eyeing the doorway consideringly. "It took me almost a decade to heal the last of the damage..."

"What were you doing on Holy ground?" Nagi asked, curious. Omi shrugged, embarrassed.

"It was a dare. One of the imps challenged me to see who could stand on Holy ground longer. I won," he added with a touch of pride, and then grimaced. "But blessed, it hurt!" He took a deep breath. "Oh well, no way to find out except to try it..."

He closed his eyes and stepped over the threshold, braced for the wave of searing pain that should have swept over him. He felt an odd little tingle, but none of the soul-deep agony he'd expected. He let out the breath, and looked at his lover gratefully. "Looks like I'm okay. It's a little... weird..." he shivered at the itchy feeling just under his skin, "but apparently I'm acceptable now."

The others were watching him with varying degrees of wariness and confusion. "You're not an angel, are you?" Ken finally asked him slowly.

Omi shook his head. "No. I'm an incubus. That's WHY we were punished," he added, taking Nagi's hand for emphasis. "Association between angels and demons is forbidden. Though we did manage to get away with it for an awfully long time..." he grinned at his lover.

"Nearly half a century, wasn't it?" Nagi confirmed, smiling back at him. "Not all that long as eternity goes, but pretty impressive considering how easily we could have been caught."

Ken closed his eyes and leaned against a carved pillar. "Omi is a demon, and Nagi is an angel. You are an angel, right?" he glanced at Nagi.

"A seraph," Nagi told him.

"Sure. Makes sense to me." He nodded his head, looking like it really didn't make any sense at all.

"You think you're confused, try reading his mind," Schuldich complained, occupied with wrapping a grumbling Farfarello in a straitjacket. "I still think we should have left Farf behind, Brad," he called out. "He could make nice with the bastards and maybe they'd leave us alone."

"Do you really want him associating with demons?" Crawford drawled out from above them. Craning his neck, Omi could see that he was in the upper balconies, watching outside the church. "I'm sure they'd be pleased to help him come up with new ways of making God cry..."

Schuldich considered it. "Well, no, not when you put it that way," he admitted, grimacing. He tightened the last strap, and shoved the madman down onto a pew seat. "There. That ought to hold him for half an hour, at least. It's your turn to baby-sit him, brat. I've had him since we got here."

"I'll watch him," Nagi said, and waved him off. "Go convince Brad to come down off the balcony. He's not going to be able to see them coming."

The other Weiss had wandered off. Aya had continued up to the front of the church, and was staring out one of the windows. Youji didn't look much more comfortable at being in a church than Omi did - he was pacing back and forth along one of the aisles, repeatedly pulling out a foot of his wire and letting it snap back again. Ken was kneeling up at the altar, and Omi thought he saw his friend's lips moving in a prayer.

Nagi nudged him. "Go talk to Ken," he suggested. "He looked more than a little freaked out. If he's Catholic, he's not going to be very happy about the fact that he almost slept with an incubus. Remember, they all think that means they've committed themselves to Hell."

Omi nodded, and moved forward until he was even with his friend. He sank to his knees in a conscious reflection of Ken's pose, feeling a little awkward as he looked up at the icon looming over them.

"Ken," he said softly, not sure how to start.

"Did Jesus really exist?" Ken asked him, startling him. "I mean, was he really the son of God?"

Omi blinked. "Before my time," he admitted. "Ask Nagi, he's older than me. I've never seen Him, but then that's not very surprising. Rumours among the demons are pretty divided, and none of the devils will confirm or deny it."

He saw Ken glance sideways at him. "How old are you, anyway?"

Omi frowned. "Ugh, you want me to count? We don't measure time the way you do... let me see. The first time I got to go to the mortal realm it was, oh, probably about seven or eight hundred A.D. I would have been around for a century or two before that, maturing and training."

"You mean you're actually born?" Ken seemed surprised at the notion.

Omi giggled. "No, we're created by Lucifer or one of the devils with his permission. Angels are born, though it's hard to get them to admit to doing something as base as having sex. We're not in any danger of a population explosion or anything... there's a fixed number of each kind of demon and angel allowed in the world at any given time. If one dies, another one gets born or created somewhere."

"What can kill an angel?"

"A demon," Omi replied logically. "And vice versa. The Hosts and the Hordes have been fighting since the day Lucifer Fell. Fallen angels are outside that number, by the way - they're considered dead, even though their spirit still exists."

Ken glanced back over his shoulder at where Nagi was watching Farfarello try to free himself. "Is that what Nagi is? A Fallen angel?"

"No. If he'd Fallen, he wouldn't be able to be on holy ground. We think... we think it's possible that I may have Risen. It's never happened before, because Lucifer destroys any demons who show signs of it. The fact that I can stand here and not be in mortal agony is a good indication of it - as well as the fact that I can love Nagi. Demons aren't supposed to be capable of love."

He fell silent, waiting for Ken to digest all of that. The other boy still hadn't asked the question that had to be eating away at him, but prodding him wouldn't produce the results Omi wanted.

Finally Ken sighed and asked it. "Am I... am I going to Hell?"

"Because of what you did with me?" Omi prompted him gently.

Ken gave him a wry look. "For that, and for killing people." He lifted his clawed hand and depressed the lever, sending the razor sharp blades shooting forward over his knuckles.

Omi sighed, and shifted to get more comfortable. "Not for what we did, you're not," he told him frankly. "Not even if you'd followed through on it. It's not all as black and white as most mortals believe. I've never understood why anyone would want to worship a god that behaved as childishly as they say He does," he added, glancing up at the icon. "Striking down anyone that pisses him off, unilaterally declaring that everyone who isn't Christian - a particular TYPE of Christian, at that - is going to Hell, regardless of whether or not they ever had the CHANCE to become Christian... I mean, no wonder so many Holy wars have been fought in His name. What an example to follow!

"God, as the angels keep reminding us," Omi gave him a wry grin, "is all merciful as well as all powerful and all knowing. There are three types of beings: angels, archangels and virtues fall into one category, and their nature is inherently good. It takes a lot to make an angel Fall from grace, because they're naturally so pure. Of course once they start, it's a downward spiral..." he grinned.

"Demons and devils are a second type," he continued. "We're created with an inherently evil nature. It's even more difficult for a demon to go against its nature, because we're given a lot less freedom to make our own choices. Mortals are the third type, and that includes animals. You're created neutral, perfectly neutral. Most animals remain neutral, because they never look beyond their instincts. Humans..."

He sighed. "Humans are the most exasperating, difficult, incredibly wonderful beings in existence. You're capable of such great good, and such great evil. You have such short lives, and you pack so many experiences into them! As each person lives out his life, he encounters situations that force him to make choices. The choice that he makes will either be good or evil, of varying degrees. Over dozens and dozens of lifetimes, a soul will eventually become markedly good or evil. Once they've gone past a certain point, they either ascend to Heaven or are condemned to Hell. Masafumi, for example," he grimaced at the thought of his 'brother', "is most likely roasting at this moment. Reiji was borderline - he might be given one more chance. Hirofumi was more misguided than evil, he's in no danger yet."

"Oh, come on," Ken scowled at him. "That's entirely different from everything Christians believe!"

"Christians aren't the be all and end all of religion, Ken-kun," Omi told him with a hint of a smile. "Though they'd like to think so."

"Well, of course you'd say that," he retorted angrily. "You're a demon! Your whole purpose in life is to lead people astray..."

Omi bit his lip and turned away, struggling not to show his hurt. What Ken said was true, technically. He'd been very, very good at coaxing people just a little further along on the path of sin. But in his relationship with his angel, he'd learned the value of love - and in the seven years he'd spent as a mortal, he'd learned the value of friendship and family. Ken was all of those things to him, and Omi couldn't imagine betraying him in any way.

"What's wrong?" Nagi asked, coming up behind them. Glancing back down the aisle, Omi could see that Crawford had taken charge of Farfarello. The seraph looked at the tears trembling on Omi's lashes and the anger on Ken's face, and sighed. "What did he tell you that's got you so upset?"

"I was explaining reincarnation," Omi said, sniffling and hating himself for crying. "He's afraid he's condemned himself to Hell for almost sleeping with me..."

Ken flushed darkly. "Omi!" he protested in a hissed whisper. "You told him about that?"

"Only that he'd accidentally entranced you into almost doing something you'd regret," Nagi reassured him. "It wasn't your fault - there is no such thing as a mortal pure enough to resist an incubus. They've all moved on to Heaven already."

"I didn't do it on purpose," Omi added miserably. "I didn't even know what I was doing! I'm sorry, Ken-kun..."

Ken's face lost some of its angry darkness, and he shook his head. "I... I don't blame you for that, I guess. I mean, you didn't know, right?" He paused, and looked up at the icon before glancing back at Nagi.

"He's real enough," Nagi answered him before he could even ask the question. "He was sent to try to straighten out all the bullshit that worked its way into the Bible." He realized what he'd just said, and made a face. "Damn it, I have got to learn to stop swearing - ah, mou!"

Omi was giggling at him, hand over his mouth and eyes dancing with mirth. Nagi smacked him on the top of the head, hard enough to sting but not enough to hurt. "Stop laughing," he ordered irritably. "You're going to have just as much trouble learning not to bless things when you're mad at them!" Omi did the mature thing and stuck his tongue out at his lover.

Ken was watching them curiously. "Are you seriously saying that the Bible is completely wrong?"

"Not completely," Nagi corrected him, taking a seat next to Omi. "Its purpose was a general guideline to help keep people alive long enough to populate the Earth - hence all the rules about cleanliness and so on." Omi reached out to take his hand, and Nagi smiled briefly at him. "By the time the Old Testament was collated, nearly half a dozen devils and I don't know how many demons had played with it. All the stories about God sending His people off to the 'Promised Land' and utterly wiping out whatever group of people already lived there are accurate, but false - it was the demons who helped them win the wars they started, and then convinced them to write it all down 'for the glory of God'.

"Jesus was supposed to correct those misconceptions - hence 'love thy neighbour' and the other peaceful solutions he urged. Pretty much anything unnecessarily violent or antagonistic in the Bible is the work of some demon or another. Unfortunately even Jesus' words were eventually twisted." He rolled his eyes. "Then some demon had the bright idea of putting the note about how any further additions to the Bible were false at the end of Revelations, and that was that. Most of the things that are accurate in it are out of date now, but there's no way of changing them."

"I think it was one of Leviathan's minions that added the new ending to Revelations," Omi added helpfully. "He's the devil of blasphemy," he said in an aside to Ken.

Ken closed his eyes, trying to think it all through. "This is all a lot to take in," he told them. "It's all so crazy... I don't know what to believe any more. I'm really not going to Hell for... for what I did?" he asked, looking at Omi.

He shook his head. "No. Sex with an incubus IS a sin, but it's hardly a mortal one. It just means that the victim will be slightly - and I do mean SLIGHTLY - more disposed towards evil in their next life."

"And before you ask, I doubt any of Weiss will be condemned for what you do," Nagi reassured him. "Killing people is evil, but each of the lives you've saved tilts the scale back towards good. You guys have saved a lot more people than you've killed."

Omi grinned. "Now Schwartz, on the other hand..."

"Farfarello's gotta be going down for sure," Ken commented, then stared when Omi and Nagi both immediately shook their heads. "Why not?"

"Farfarello's madness is the result of damage his brain took as an infant," Nagi told him. "It's not his fault. It's not GOOD, but it's not his fault. All it really means is that he's more susceptible to the influence of demons, and less so to angels."

"I doubt any of them will be condemned after this life," Omi mused, glancing over at Schuldich and Crawford. "But they're definitely on the negative side of the scale. Unless something happens in a later life to turn them around, they'll get there eventually."

"Hey, what do you know? Might as well have plenty of fun in this life, then, if I'll get a chance to make up for it later," Schuldich commented, sauntering up to them.

"That works about as well as deciding to repent everything on your deathbed," Nagi told him. "You may not get a chance. The farther down you go, the less likely that an angel will take an interest in helping you save your soul, since there are so many more neutral souls than angels to guard them. It's not that we don't care, just that we're overworked."

"And it's ever so much easier for us to convince someone to commit a sin than it seems to be for the angels to get them to repent," Omi added with a chuckle. "Mortals do love their worldly comforts, and no one likes to admit that anything is their own fault."

"Hey, if Kenken here can get away with raping one of his own teammates, I should be just fine," Schuldich said, deliberately loud enough for the others to hear him. Ken flushed and ducked his head miserably as Youji and Aya looked at him in disbelief.

"Schuldich!" Nagi protested, but Omi stopped him with a hand on his chest.

"No, this one is mine," he said quietly, standing. Schuldich actually took a step back, and turned a little pale. Omi caught him with his eyes before he could think to turn away, and held him. "Ken did NOT rape me. He was under the influence of my powers, which I had no knowledge of or control over at the time. That is not true anymore." He sent a wisp of his power through the church, so they would all know what he was talking about.

"I am an incubus. It doesn't matter if you're straight," he flicked a glance at Youji, who had turned away from him, blushing, "or if you think of me as a brother," he gestured at Ken, "or even if you hate me." Schuldich whimpered as he exerted a little more of his strength. "If I wanted you, there wouldn't be anything you could do to stop me. Before I got control over myself, however, I was projecting like crazy, and it's a wonder Ken was the only one who was pushed that far. As for you..." he glared at the telepath, then abruptly smiled sweetly at him and pulled the strings of control a little tighter.

"What would you do, to have me?" he asked him softly, gently.

"Anything," was Schuldich's immediate reply. He was shaking where he stood, helpless to fight against Omi's power. "Anything, please..."

"Would you leave Crawford for it?" he prompted, looking at the American as he spoke.

"Ja! Alles..." he lost his Japanese, and Omi smiled at him again. He took a step forward and put a hand on the German's chest.

"Would you betray Crawford for it?" he pressed, watching with delight, as the precog grew progressively more furious.

"Ja..." Schuldich tried to touch him in return, but was stopped by a simple shake of Omi's head.

"Would you die for it?"

"Omi," Nagi interrupted him now, warningly.

"I'm not going to kill him, I'm just making a point," Omi replied absently. "I wouldn't have to do this if he'd learned his lesson the first time. Would you be willing to die for it, Schuldich?" he asked again. The German closed his eyes, and nodded.

"Remember this," Omi ordered him. "Remember what you would have been willing to do for me. Remember that I could own your soul if I wanted it, at least until I got around to killing your body. Be grateful that my time as Omi has made me such a softie - there was a time when I would have destroyed you without thinking about it. And STOP MESSING with me and my friends!"

He shoved the German backwards, and turned away with a disgusted look. "Now, go work it off - assuming Crawford still wants anything to do with you. I certainly don't."

The others were all staring at him, wide-eyed. "Remind me not to get you pissed at me, Omittchi," Youji commented warily.

Omi sighed, and rubbed at his eyes. "I shouldn't have done that," he admitted miserably.

"Tired?" Nagi guessed, looking at the way he was slumped over. "You shouldn't be using your powers like that - you'll be worn out before the fight."

"No... well, that too. I meant... I'm regretting having done that. I actually feel BAD about it." He grimaced. "I'm not sure I like this whole 'conscience' thing. Getting random urges to help people I don't even know, feeling bad about tormenting someone... I can't believe I actually want to apologize to him!"

He sighed, and raked a hand through his hair. "I feel like I don't know who I am anymore," he confessed, hugging himself tightly. "It's like I'm at war with myself. I'm just as much Omi now as I am the incubus, but they're so... different!"

Ken laid an awkward hand on his shoulder. "No matter what, we'll always be your friends, Omi," he soothed the anguished teen. "I'm sorry I freaked out on you before." Omi looked up at him with grateful eyes.

"It's not so different from when you discovered your family ties," Aya put in diffidently. Glancing over, Omi could see the real warmth and concern hiding in those icy purple eyes. "Then, too, you discovered a past that you couldn't easily reconcile with who you are now. But you overcame it, as you will overcome this. You still are, and always will be, Tsukiyono Omi."

"And you'll always be our Omittchi," Youji added firmly. Omi was distressed to find tears springing to his eyes for the second time that night, of gratitude and love this time.

"Minna-kun... thank you," he whispered, turning and hugging Ken tightly. Ken returned the embrace, hesitantly at first, then more wholeheartedly. "You will never know just how much you've all meant to me. I think even I may never really know how much you've all meant to me. In all my centuries, no one other than my angel has ever given a da... cared about me at all," he changed his wording hastily. "I promise I'll watch over you all from Heaven - or wherever we end up."

Ken looked dismayed. "You're leaving?" he blurted out, hurt.

"Our time here is almost up," Nagi told him, not unkindly. "When the seven years are over, we get to go back to being celestials. Ordinarily, angels and demons aren't allowed to interfere directly with mortals' lives. With some notable exceptions, such as succubae and incubi, we aren't corporeal in the mortal realm unless we take mortal form, in which case we lose most of our powers. That's why Esstet opening the gates to Hell was such a bad thing - it allowed the three devils and their minions to come through in their natural forms, with all their powers."

"How are we supposed to fight these things?" Ken demanded, popping his claws in and out in frustration. "Our weapons can't hurt them, and we can only stand around praying for so long. We can't hide out in here for two months - like Omi said, it won't be long before they start taking hostages."

"Too bad we didn't keep a few of the priests around after all," Youji commented lazily. "We could have gotten them to bless some water balloons or something and had a water fight..."

"Holy water... Youji, that's it!" Omi exclaimed, pouncing on his friend and hugging him in an excess of enthusiasm. He nearly toppled the taller man over, but Youji braced himself just in time. Releasing him, Omi turned to Nagi. "Koi, can you bless our weapons?"

Nagi looked startled, then slowly delight bloomed on his delicate features. "I don't see why not," he replied, eyes dancing. "If you've got enough of your powers back to entrance someone like that, I should be able to bless a few things. I won't be able to make them Demon's Bane weapons, but I can at least make sure they'll do some damage." He turned to Aya and gestured peremptorily for his katana. "Here, let me see that."

Omi held his breath as his lover began chanting over the blade, the words sonorous and liquid. The angel-turned-mortal sketched symbols in the air over the sword with his free hand, and little sparks of light followed the motions of his fingers, making the metal glow wherever they settled onto it. Soon the entire blade was shining subtly, with ancient runes etched in fire along the length of it. Nagi finished with a last flourishing gesture, triumphant.

"There!" he proclaimed, inordinately pleased with himself. "It probably won't kill them, but it will certainly do some damage. Youji, you next. Omi, there's some Holy water over there in the basin by the altar - if you fill your darts with it, it will act just like a poison to them."

Omi nodded happily and scampered over to the indicated basin, pausing with his hand hovering an inch over the water. "I might desecrate it," he pointed out thoughtfully. "I can stand on Holy ground, but it still isn't a hundred percent comfortable. We shouldn't take any chances. Ken, can you refill my darts for me, please?"

The ex-soccer player joined him at the altar, as Omi expertly cracked open the poison casings and drained the lethal liquid carefully into the shatterproof vial he always carried with him. "Just fill the chamber, then twist them closed like this," he said, demonstrating the technique with one of the empty darts. Ken took them from him, and carefully began filling them one by one at the basin. For good measure, Omi drained his tranquilizers and handed them over as well.

They finished just as Nagi ended the chant over Youji's wire, and Ken turned to receive the blessing on his claw as well. Omi noted with concern that Nagi's voice had become a little breathy in this last chant, and the telekinetic was perspiring faintly.

"Are you okay?" he asked as the other celestial finished the blessing. Nagi gulped, and nodded.

"I'll be okay," he answered, sinking down to sit in one of the pews. "It's just draining. I'd forgotten how hard it is to call on my powers when I'm in mortal form! I was going to try Healing your arm," he added, noting the way Omi was holding the wounded limb against his chest as though it ached, "but I just don't think I have the energy. I'm sorry, koi."

Omi felt a twinge of disappointment, but he shoved it down. He hadn't even remembered that seraphs and some cherubs were capable of major Healings. "That's okay," he shrugged it off negligently. "I don't have any of my two-handed weapons here, so it won't make that much of a difference. We'll worry about it when we survive this, okay?"

"How do you get your powers back?" Youji asked, insatiably curious as always. "That's the second time you've mentioned being drained."

Nagi shrugged. "Lots of ways, all of them slow. Time, rest, lots of prayer, being on Holy ground, being in His Presence, et cetera."

Ken glanced at Omi. "Do you have to be on... Unholy ground or something?"

Omi snorted. "No, of course not. I have to sleep with someone."

"And kill them," Nagi added sardonically.

"Not... necessarily," Omi admitted slowly. "It's easier - the strongest energy by far is what's given up as the soul leaves the body. But we don't HAVE to kill. It just means we have to seduce about four times as many people. Most demons don't have issues with killing, so it's not like it ever comes up, but... I haven't killed anyone since that night we first slept together."

Nagi was startled. "What? Really?" Omi nodded. "Why? And why did you always argue with me about how wrong it was to kill people?"

"You never asked me," Omi pointed out, miffed. "You always just assumed that I was still killing my victims. Maybe it was childish of me, but that hurt enough that I never told you the truth - I wanted you to believe in me. Besides, it WAS my nature to kill and you DID know that going into the relationship. You had no right to judge me."

Nagi looked shamed. "I... I'm sorry," he whispered, looking down at the ground. "I should have had faith in you."

"It's okay," Omi reassured him, stroking his hair gently. He sighed. "It just means that it's much harder for me to restore my energy. Especially now - I don't think I could bring myself to seduce an innocent, and the people I would be willing to kill, like our targets, I have NO interest in sleeping with. Imagine, a picky sex demon!" He chuckled at the notion, and the others had to laugh as well. He stretched languidly, glancing around. "Maybe I should have taken Schuldich after all," he mused deprecatingly. "I don't like him, but at least I wouldn't feel guilty about seducing him - where is he, anyway?"

Nagi pointed at the offices in the rear of the church. "Where do you think?" he asked with some amusement. "You know what happens to people when you entrance them, and that's the second time you've done it to him tonight. Crawford didn't look very happy, though - I think you managed to put a serious crimp in their relationship."

"Good," Omi nearly purred, eyes slitted with pleasure. "That was what I was trying for. Wait a minute..." He stared about in alarm. "If they're both in there, where's Farfarello?"

Nagi's eyes widened, and Ken made a strangled noise. As if it had been scripted, there was a shriek of terror from the doorway. They all jumped and spun to face it, to see Farfarello holding a teenaged girl in a horrible mockery of a lover's embrace. She couldn't have been more than sixteen, and her doe-brown eyes were wild with fright as she stared at the crazed Irishman holding her.

"Farf, NO!" Nagi shouted, trying to use his powers to stop the madman. It was too late - Farfarello had plunged his knife into her throat and was tearing downwards, ripping her almost literally in half. Nagi screamed in physical pain as her lifeblood hit the ground, the desecration agonizing to one so attuned to it.

"The blood of an innocent has been spilled," a rocky, booming voice grated out from beyond the doorway, and Omi shivered and cried out. The three devils loomed outside, their minions arrayed around them. "It is no longer Holy ground. Face your punishment, traitor!"

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