Earth, Holy Court.
Before the statue of the God of Contracts, Gorr, dressed in a white classical robe, prayed devoutly to his master.
He had completed his master's task well. With the assistance of several other followers, he had already screened all believers qualified to enter the Divine Kingdom.
Humans, mutants, and even vampires were among them. No one had been overlooked.
There was nothing else he needed to do now. He only had to patiently wait for the right time to leave.
However, peaceful times were always short-lived. Just after noon, Carter Slade returned on horseback.
After briefly greeting Gorr, he took a bottle of liquor from a cabinet, sat on a bench, and began drinking by himself.
The nearby believers seemed accustomed to this sight and tacitly pretended not to notice.
"Mission accomplished?"
"A low-level demon. Looked like a bear, and it was on fire.
I gave it a few shots and sent it back to Hell."
"It would be even better if you could be a little more serious," Gorr said helplessly.
"Come on, I'm not like you.
You've always been a devout believer. I used to be some kind of cowboy, I think. I can't devote my faith every waking moment like you do." Carter Slade smiled. Although his status in the Holy Court was lower than Gorr's, they were actually equals.
It was already good enough that he helped deal with demons. Asking anything more of him would be going too far.
Gorr understood that as well and shook his head speechlessly. "Still, I hope you'll show some restraint. At the very least, don't drink in a sacred place like a church."
Carter Slade shrugged. He was already being restrained—several times more restrained than when he used to believe in God!
At that moment, the