Slamming the phone down on the cradle, the Blood Pope paced with fury; anger, and violence growing in his heart and soul. A knock comes to the door, “Enter” he barked.

  “What can we help you with your Lordship?” The Cardinal is not answering the phone, I have not spoken to him in over 24 hours, and Clara is not answering either. We will need to speed up our day of reckoning.”

  “But Sir, we are not ready, we need the other boxes to be at full strength, you even said.” He exclaimed.

  “I know what I said, plans have changed, I will summon the fallen one myself. I have learned many things in my travels, and I am more than capable.” He said.

  “Yes your Lordship, what do you need us to do to get ready?” He asked.

  “Call all the others to let them know we will meet in two weeks to make the space ready, tell them that they will be there, or their lives will be cut short.” He said.

  “As you wish my Lord.” Once the Generals had left he tried to make the same calls again, Still no answer from either of them.

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  Looking through his journals from his time spent in South America, he found what he needed, the rituals that he learned to summon Heliel the King of the Fallen. Finding the ritual notes he exits his office and in preparation for the rite, he exiles himself to the ritual room where they will all meet in two weeks.

  As the plane taxied to the warehouse Clara tried to call Father Murray to let him know they were back, “Shit still no answer, what the fuck is going on?” Her phone started to blow up from all the calls from the Blood Pope. “Shit the Dark Lord has been trying to get ahold of us.” She tried to call back but there was no answer from him either. “We need to get to the church quickly.” They exited the plane leaving the boxes on board and headed straight to the church to confront Father Murray.

  They pull into the parking lot and jog into the open door, spotting the cell phones on the table Clara loses her shit and starts yelling and cursing.

  “What is the problem,” the driver asked,

  “They are gone, and they have left their phones so they cannot be tracked, the Dark Lord is going to be pissed, and it is gonna be our ass.” She tried Father Murray's phone again and heard it ringing in his office and she walked in and saw it on his desk plugged into the charger. “Damnit how did he find out about us?” She said.

  “It had to be that pussy Jack Porter, I bet he told him.” He said.

  "How is that possible you idiot he had no idea about what was going on, we need to get back to Rome ASAP.” She said.