Wednesday stood menacingly in the night. The convent didn’t deter him. Nothing would. Conditions were right so that Terah could see him. Lindsey hadn’t ever stopped. Now he stood in the basement room they’d designated as their sleeping quarters, leering. As a matter of safety they continued to share the same room, but chastely. Wednesday clearly had other things on his demonic mind. “Why isn’t he doing anything?” Terah asked in the dark. He couldn’t believe how calm and frightened he was. “Most of the time he doesn’t. You saw him attack me at the asylum, but I’d never seen him do that. Who knows what the end game is for demons?” “I wish I’d paid more attention to the supernatural while I was studying religion.” The irony remained like a miasma in the heavy air. Scientism had neutered the humanities, but to those able to see that only meant denial of what all people experienced. “Do you supp...
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