It's The End Of The World As We Know It

She gutted the building, destroying the false iconography and producing true images with the aid of spray paint. She overturned desks like Jesus dealing with the moneylenders, until her righteous fury was sated.

She needed to attract a congregation.

It had taken time, but she had come up with a way to do so.

With hammer and nails, she had set upon her task. That night, she lit her work with the one thing she could: fire.

On the roof of the building, in six feet high letters of burning wood, one word shone in the darkness.

REPENT

She'd traveled, taking what vehicles she'd needed. She was no longer be a creature of divinity, but she still would do the divine will of God.

God's hand is what guided her to Boston, and what guided her to this building. She laughed when she read the sign. Standing on top of an abandoned car, she hurled small rocks at the windows.

"Where is your power now, you heathens and worshipers of false idols? God's wrath has shown itself to you, and you have fled your sinking ship like rats! Behold, in my hands I hold the punishment of old. If you wish the mercy of God, come here and cry out to him for forgiveness, and we shall see what his will demands. And when the vermin have fled, I shall consecrate this building, so it may become a proper temple of the Lord thy God. For he shall not forsake thee, not even in this time!"

Yes, she was yelling and preaching at the top of her lungs, regardless of anything was actually there to hear.

Gabriel did that. A lot.