Lucifer leaned back with a self-satisfied smirk, watching from a safe distance as the grand operation unfolded. The authorities had arrived in droves, their blue, black, burgundy, and white uniforms crisp, their weapons at the ready, and their expressions that perfect mix of professional seriousness and the barely contained panic of people who had definitely drawn the short straw this morning.
The Church of Umbra loomed before them — an architectural masterpiece that could only be described as "ominous with a side of divine judgment."
Gothic spires stretched skyward like the bony fingers of a particularly dramatic deity, massive stained-glass windows glared down with judgmental holiness, and the grand double doors creaked just enough to make even the bravest officer hesitate at the threshold.
