Valkyrie returned his gaze to his objective, the Chapel of the Crater at the end of the street. It seemed to glow with a certain holy light, beckoning Valkyrie to it. Without hesitating a second more, Valkyrie ventured forth. In no time the image appeared before him once again, this time she spoke.
“Stop, Valkyrie. You don’t know what you’re doing,” the Spirit called, almost pleading.
Valkyrie shrugged her off, trudging through the apparition. “Whatever I’m about to do is just as much your fault as it is mine. You did this to me,” he snapped.
The Spirit followed him, “If even the slightest drop of his blood touches the altar in there… you will never be able to reverse the effects… do you understand? This is deeper than anything you’ve ever done.”
Valkyrie stopped and turned to the Spirit, a wide, maniacal grin on his face. “Then, maybe I’m tired of simple murders and city wide corruption. Ever since Jennifer Stone, this city has been taking baby steps to hell… maybe it’s time someone gave it a push?*
The spirit was speechless, responding with a simple look of fear. “They’ll be after you…”
“What does it matter?” Valkyrie snapped back quickly. “I can’t die.” Valkyrie turned around and continued towards the Chapel while the Spirit cried in protest. He ignored her with ease. By time he made it into the chapel, her screams seemed to fade into the night.
A low rumbling came from deep, down under the church. A demonic aura came from the altar at the front of the church. It called out to Valkyrie. There was nothing slowing him down. He almost ran towards the altar, dropping the corpse on it eagerly.
Jack’s blood spilled all over the altar, drenching it in crimson. Nothing happened, but Valkyrie waited eagerly, expecting fire, brimstone, and other things that accompany the apocalypse. But there was none. So, disappointed, Valkyrie left the Chapel just before Jack’s body disintegrated into the altar.
A low demonic chuckle emanated from the altar.
TBC
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