Who: Andras, Wrath, and a lot of dead nuns. What: Their War, Part II Where: A lecture for nuns When: Tonight Rating: Murderous fun.
Andras could still feel the power shifting from their last attack. It helped that the nightly news still played clips taken from the survivor's phones. That parishioners and wives and children had been on talk shows and radio programs around the city since it had happened. All wondering the same thing - Why god Why? - in their various accents and inflections and Andras had become an addict, listening for each mention.
Even still, it was fading as it always did. Smaller segments devoted each day, stories pushed further back in the pages of the newspaper. More surprising, there had been no counter attack. No news from the angels, no citation from the voice. Even the horseman had only whinged about it for a moment, and then was gone. Andras was unsettled - their quiet meant something bigger was coming down - but it was not in his nature to back off. Not when he had a war to fight.
Andras knew they would have more luck at the second massacre he'd planned. More fun, too, at the Vocation Weekend Retreat for Single Women. Cutting through virgins who had their hearts set on becoming brides of christ. Tonight's plan was only a taste. Only a lecture set aside in the smallest nave of the church - barely even holy ground. But it was lent, and the twenty or so nuns who had come to listen to the speaker were there in full glory. Habits and wrinkles and flesh that had never seen a hard man. So pure, so pious. He could practically smell their virginity as he and Wrath approached the door.
He would keep an eye on Wrath tonight. The troubling things he'd been reading made no sense to him - love, in a sin? - but he would also enjoy himself as much as this body would allow. Perhaps he would take one of them home. The youngest, purest novice. He could claim her in several more interesting ways before he claimed her life.