I was wrong.
Not because God died. Because forever is a long time to be silent. And on November 12th, at 7:43 p.m., when the roof of St. Agatha’s caved in like a kicked anthill, God had nothing to say. Catastrophic Priest Novel
Let them call me a catastrophe.
That something is , a fallen Watcher who was imprisoned beneath the church two thousand years ago. The fire wasn’t an accident. It was a prison break. And Michael’s parishioners? They were the blood sacrifice needed to fuel Azaziel’s resurrection. I was wrong