"Through the ministry of the Church may God give you pardon and peace." He said that only a few hours ago. You slapped a hand over your mouth, trying to stop yourself from throwing up. Peeking through a crack in the confessional booth, you were faced with a horrible scene. The priest...was performing a blood sacrifice ritual to...demons.

Victor mumbled in tongues, lighting a circle of candles around the runes, painted with blood.

"One more." He muttered. Then he looked straight. At. You.