Thunder rumbled outside the soccer stadium: a deep roar as storm clouds gathered in strength, the prelude to a ferocious storm.

The trip back to reality was difficult. The first part of it was sheer pain, agonizing and overwhelming and enough to make it clear to him that he wasn't dead yet. Or, at least, if he was that he was in hell. Breathing was nearly impossible, and he couldn't open his eyes more than a few...

Arthur moved quietly in the direction of the screams. His arm and side were wet where the bullet had struck him, and it was getting harder to keep his footing, but he knew he was getting close now. The voices were louder and the words more recognizable. The words were being chanted in Latin,...

Arthur stepped out of the courtyard and into an empty dining area of the manor that looked mostly unused. It was dusty and filled with broken chairs and tables that had deteriorated with age. Behind him in the courtyard he heard more cultists jumping to the ground from the second floor window....

Frieda stopped the car along the road about two kilometers from their destination, parking out of sight along an old access road. Their target was an old manor built in the mid-nineteenth century that had long since fallen into disrepair. The estate wasn't near any cities and was difficult to...

Arthur Vangeest ran a wet sharpening stone down the edge of his sword, feeling it glide along the razor-sharp finish. It was a brilliant weapon with a deep history, a gift from Frieda Gotlieb many years earlier. His motions were practiced and precise, yet his mind was far away and lost in his...

Arthur Vangeest (The Reverend) is imprisoned in an underground cell where he ritually whips himself every morning. Guards bring news that Frieda has come to visit. Arthur is shown as broken and dangerous, capable of instantly subduing guards. The prologue establishes his self-destructive state...