Outside Saint-Ang City Cathedral, a crowd of believers knelt on the ground, refusing to leave.
Their legs had gone numb from kneeling, but not one of them complained.
They believed the Son of God would descend again. Just as he had risen three days after being nailed to the Cross in the Middle Ages, he would surely show his Believers another miracle.
For some reason, though, a few unfamiliar faces had appeared among the Believers gathered around the Son of God. They looked devout enough.
At America's invitation, the other nations had joined forces to obtain some of the Son of God's blood for study. They knew America had ulterior motives, but the temptation of Immortality was too great. Even together, they did not dare seize the Blood of the Son of God by force in front of the whole world, so they chose to quietly obtain the Blood of the Son of God.
A group edged toward the spot where the Son of God had bled. Some kept watch, some rubbed their clothes against the blood on the ground, and others casually blocked the view. Working together, they "accidentally" got the Blood of the Son of God on themselves.
Simon slowly stood up. Their movements might have fooled ordinary people, but to him, they might as well have been stealing with the lights on.
"The Lord said: Ask, and it shall be given to you; seek, and you shall find; knock, and the door shall be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; whoever seeks finds; and to whoever knocks, the door shall be opened."
Sister Angelica quietly recited the words recorded in the Gospels, then said to Simon, "The Lord is willing to give everything he has to the world. Do not stop them."
Sister Angelica had