"Uuuh, were you thinking, 'how do I immortalise myself in Much's memory forever' because that might be how you do it. Jesus Fuck is right, Marcie," Much's eyes were still wide, and he thought perhaps he was a little pale as he stared at her. "That was so dumb, but I love you so much. Shit. Fuck. And maybe we should keep moving toward the parsonage..." There were swords at the parsonage, at least. And wards, though what good they'd do, Much wasn't sure. If they could turn back Lucifer, could they turn back Apollo? Like one of those bug zappers, taking out any insect that came too close?