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you can find redemption
here. God will forgive you.”
    Kyle gritted his
teeth.
    “It’s not God I
want,” he spat. “It’s the girl. Scarlet Paine.”
    A flicker of
recognition passed through Father McMullen’s eyes.
    “You know her,”
Kyle stated, catching on immediately.
    “I…” the priest
stuttered. “I… do. The girl is troubled. What do you want with her?”
    Kyle scoffed.
“Troubled? You can say that again. The girl is monster. A demon. One of Satan’s
angels sent straight to the Earth from Hell.”
    Father McMullen
nodded. “I know. She has been to this place.” He gestured to the boarded up
windows. “She was the one who destroyed the windows.” He turned his anguished
gaze back to Kyle. “The same darkness that lurks in her lurks within you too.
But you want to destroy. Why? What do you want with her?”
    His eyes were as
round as full moons. Kyle took great delight in the fear he read in them.
    He let go of the
priest and smoothed down the front of his robes. Father McMullen stood there
looking dumbfounded, as though torn between whether to speak or run or just
break down and give himself up to the evil that seemed to land on his doorstep.
    Kyle smiled and
showed off his incisors.
    “Don’t make me
ask again,” he said.
    The priest
crossed himself.
    “Forgive me,
Holy Father,” he whispered, his fingers skimming across the rosary beads around
his neck. “Forgive me for the sin I am about to commit but you have given me no
signs.”
    Tears glittered
in his eyes. Kyle folded his arms impatiently.
    Father
McMullen’s face had turned completely white, blanched of all color. He kept
muttering under his breath, begging God to forgive him, to guide him, to not test
his faith in this manner. Finally, he spoke, his words coming out in staccato
sobs.
    “The girl’s
mother is looking for her. She will lead you to her.”
    The moment the
words left his lips, Father McMullen broke down. He sank to his knees and tears
shuddered through him, making his shoulders shake. Kyle narrowed his eyes,
disgusted in the outpouring.
    “Who is the
girl’s mother?” he demanded.
    “Her name is
Caitlin Paine,” Father McMullen said, shaking his head, let his tears fall
freely. “She’s a scholar. The last I heard she was going to see a professor
friend in New York City. Aidan. A professor at…Columbia.”
    Kyle felt
triumphant. At last, some useful information. A name and a location. A direct
link to Scarlet Paine. Find the mother, find the daughter.
    He looked down
at the weeping heap of Father McMullen.
    “Well, Father,
you’ve been most helpful,” he said.
    He lowered
himself into a crouch and held his hand out to shake Father McMullen’s. The
priest looked up through his tear-stained eyes, his cheeks red and blotchy. His
big, wide eyes bulged out of his bone-white face.
    “Come on now,”
Kyle said. “Shake on it, won’t you? You’ve done me a huge favor. I’m sure He up
there is very pleased with your Christian behavior.”
    The priest
seemed paralyzed by fear. Finally, he reached out a shaking hand and slipped
the clammy flesh into Kyle’s open palm.
    At once, Kyle
tightened his hand around the priest’s, so hard and fast that every bone in the
man’s hand was crushed instantly. Crack crack crack. He screamed out in
pain and peered up at Kyle.
    “I gave you what
you wanted!” he cried. “Why are you hurting me?”
    Kyle looked down
and licked his teeth. With a shrug he said, “Just for fun.”
    As he sank his
fangs into Father McMullen’s neck, the church echoed and echoed with his
screams.

CHAPTER ELEVEN
     
    Deep
underground, Lore, Octal, and the Immortalists trudged through the debris of
the destroyed castle, heading in the direction of the caves. The smell of
airplane fuel and smoke wafted behind them, a pungent reminder of the ordeal
they had endured.
    They reached the
jagged mouth of the dank caves. The silence from within them was thick, almost
tangible. The only sound was the