Two fingers redder than blood suddenly emerged from Benson’s nostrils. With a terribly audible rip, they clawed upward and tore his face off like a rubber mask. Luther stumbled back, blinded by a splash of gore. When he looked back, a devil stood before them, clothed in Benson’s shredded flesh. It pierced them with vengeful, amber eyes and a fanged grin. Fear hit them like spears through the hearts.
A groan from beneath the ground echoed off of the walls and the cross suspended above the altar split in half. A crack formed in the ceiling above the broken cross and slithered down the stone wall to the floor. Luther and his comrades shifted their feet as the ground beneath them moved. The crack widened and fire burst forth with a monstrous roar. Flames crawled across the carpet, swallowing the sanctuary.
Before he turned to flee, Luther caught a glimpse of dozens of red arms reaching up from below the massive split.
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