God was alive? Their Lord had actually rebuked them?
This horrifying fact left everyone present stunned, their minds going blank for long stretches.
This church was backed by an Order behind the scenes, so it had ample funding. Though the cross was made of wood, the holy figure nailed to it was gold. The fact that it had remained intact in Gotham was proof enough of its powerful backing.
Otherwise, why did you think the surrounding neighborhood was so quiet? Why had no one come out to celebrate?
But now, that glittering golden holy figure was moving its limbs. One nailed-through palm suddenly tore free from the cross, followed by the other. Jesus Christ lightly jumped down from the altar and arrived beneath the towering candelabrum.
The thorn-crowned figure's face was filled with compassion and pain, as though his heart ached for something. With a lift of his hand, a white bedsheet suddenly appeared around him, making him look incomparably holy.
It was just that this God did not speak very pleasantly.
Jesus raised a hand, pointed at the Priest, and cursed, "I hate frauds like you most. All you do is stir up trouble. When did I ever issue an oracle telling you to do this? I'll send you straight to Heaven, and we can have a proper discussion about how many sins you've committed."
The Priest had not joined the Order because of faith, but because of the benefits. After his brief shock, he quickly came to his senses.
There were no gods in this world. How could God possibly descend to earth? Someone had to be playing tricks.
But when had this freak replaced the original statue? How had he himself turned into a statue and remained hanging there? How much of their conversation had this guy