by Izabela Jeremus

He pulled off his white collar, shrugging out of his black robes. Walking through the Church filled with Christian regalia, he kept his eyes ahead of him. He slipped into the back room, which he locked quickly. From behind a bookshelf that slid easily with the pull of a lever, he pulled out a two foot statue of a monster. It had three heads, each ready to devour everything in its path, tongues hanging out, teeth sharp. Four taloned hands reached forward, ready to grab the innocent. He dropped to his knees before it, chanting an invocation. The statue blinked.