Lugh was doused with the water, the oversized military uniform he'd been given soaked from head to toe.
The priest and a few others stared at him with anticipation. Perhaps expecting him to shriek in pain?
Or for some black smoke to emerge from his body. Whatever the case, they were left disappointed.
The entity called Lugh just sat there for a while, his gaze fixed on something that wasn't quite there.
Slowly, he rubbed the drops of the water between his fingers, as if searching for something within them.
After a long moment of stillness, he stood and began to walk away, water dripping from his clothes as he moved.
"Sir—sir, are you okay?"
Sister Marilyn reluctantly rushed to his side. She commanded those who were free.
"Bring a towel!"
In the same instant, a violent thud echoed through the cathedral as the ushers tackled the priest, binding him with ropes like a common criminal.
"Unhand me! Let me go!"
He shrieked, struggling against his restraints.
