Under the watchful eye of the full moon, while the church had its weekly meeting, another meeting was being held in the secret chambers of the big old church.
The room crackled, waiting for the next word to be said, which could detonate and cause massive destruction at any moment. It was the fifth of such a meeting, which was normally had with heated discussions that soon dissolved into peaceful talks until a resolution was found. This time it seemed they were at their wits’ end.
“What happened to the forefront? Why are you here now instead of there?” Mr. Wick fumed.
“It’s like they were ready for us. No matter how many counterattacks we prepared, they seemed to be one step ahead of us. The demons overran the area. We had to fall back to regroup,” Mr. Vallée explained, wiping the sweat
