The Black Mass was a ritual meant to please and summon the Devil. How had it summoned Heaven instead?
Simon felt his entire understanding of the world take a blow.
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"What's going on? Was this part of your plan too?" Webster and the others stared wide-eyed at the sky. Beneath that brilliant Radiance, they felt as though they were about to melt.
Bilborn spread his bat wings and turned into a bat, trying to flee. But an invisible force held him fast. No matter how wildly he squeaked and struggled, he could not fly away.
Countless rays of light fell upon him, burning like fire. He screamed and cursed,
"Damn Werewolves! You've ruined me! I knew I shouldn't have trusted you. You heretics, you cultists—you lured me into betraying my Lord!"
He had been his Lord's most devout believer. It was the others. The others had tempted him into betrayal.
Lord, please forgive me. Stop shining your scorching light on me. Your humblest believer truly cannot bear your radiance.
"This is impossible. Impossible. The Black Mass is supposed to connect with Hell. Why is this happening? Why has Heaven appeared?" Saddam I stood rooted to the spot, seemingly unable to believe what he was seeing.
"H-how is this possible? Isn't the Black Mass a ritual for summoning the Devil? Was that Pentagram Array just now not part of a Black Mass?" Lisa blushed at the thought, ashamed of her mistaken assumption.
In a dilapidated church overgrown with weeds, a black candle burned above an altar decorated with owls, bats, toads, and other creatures of ill omen.
A group of witches clasped their hands and prayed softly before the burning black candle.
Suddenly, holy Radiance drifted down in fine strands, like rain.
The Radiance fell on the