The deacon stared at the dazzling golden light emanating from the stone, his heart pounding with excitement. The corners of his mouth curled upward, and a sinister glint flashed in his eyes.
*Excellent. Finally, a high-quality consumable. Presenting her to His Holiness the God of Light will surely earn me a reward.*
With trembling fingertips, he drew a circle next to Nancy’s name and marked it with an inverted pentagram.
Chapter 83