I keep the blade at her throat as we enter. "Where then?" Anger surges within me. "Where is the Second Coming?"
Inside the village walls, the undead converge on us from all directions. They stare and shamble in the firelight, upright masses of peeling and suppurating flesh.
"Where is the Second Coming?" I direct my question to the villagers. "Tell me, or I'll kill her!"
"Let her go," says an undead male at the head of the group.
"Is it you?" I ask him. "Are you the Second Coming? The one who seeks to topple the Kingdom of Free Will?"
"Not him." An undead female steps forward.
Keeping a firm grip on Brigid's arm, I sweep my glowing scythe toward the undead woman. "It's you then? You're the one who'd put an end to the daily holidays and ice cream and Heaven on Earth?"
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