Devil and Devil

Peter was honestly cleaning the church. Just as Matt had said, the little chapel was old and run-down, and many places looked like they had not been repaired in twenty or thirty years. There were few visitors, too. Peter had been cleaning inside for an hour or two without seeing a single worshipper come in.

"Even if it isn't Sunday, this still feels strange. According to you, this is Hell's Kitchen's only church, right? If it's the only church, shouldn't there be plenty of people? Don't the people of Hell's Kitchen believe in Christianity? Are they all heathens?"

Peter asked Matt while holding a broom. The priest himself was cleaning another room. Upon hearing Peter's question, Matt simply answered calmly.

"This isn't Hell's Kitchen's only church. It's Hell's Kitchen's only white Protestant church. There are quite a few Black priests in Hell's Kitchen, and their churches get a fair number of visitors. Of course, the bigger reason is that no one ever imagined Hell's Kitchen would have a white church."

After saying that, Matt added half-jokingly, "Actually, the priest himself said he hoped everyone would just think of him as Black. He doesn't care about the skin color of those attending Mass, but unfortunately, other people do."

Peter shrugged at that. Matt still sat there without moving. Although both Peter and the priest knew that Matt was Daredevil, Matt Murdock the lawyer was merely a blind lawyer. You could not expect a blind man to clean.

So he merely sat there, listening to Peter bustle about. Suddenly, Matt tapped his cane against the floor several times. Peter looked at Matt, saw the shape of his mouth, and quickly turned both himself and his broom invisible.

Then someone Peter had not expected entered the church. It was Kingpin. He had brought