November 02, 2020.

Sister Lisa tumbles into the lodge at the center of town, gripping her arm. The Brothers and Sisters look up from their enchiridions, frown when they see her knitted wool sweater is drenched in blood.

Brother Ingress steps away from the lodge's rostrum, decorated in rodent teeth and fresh entrails of fowl, to speak to her quietly. The Body pretends they aren't listening, but their ears strain to hear the whispered words.

"Is it done," asks the Brother.

"I tried to do as you asked, Brother Ingress. I went to Dr. Hiller's- I mean, the Profane's- house, and attempted to frighten him away from town by slaughtering his dog and nailing it to the door, as the 95 theses were hung by the Deceiver."

"You tried?"

"The hound is vicious, Brother."

"It is a schnoodle, Sister Lisa."

"Yes, Brother Ingress, a schnoodle with the heart of the Devil."

"Sister Lisa..." starts the Brother, then pauses. "Where is Brother Amon?"

She shakes her head. "Fluffs was vicious, Brother Ingress."

"He had a shotgun!"

"The Devil-hound disarmed him, Brother. And then devoured him. It would have devoured me too, had I not had a pocketful of Snausages to distract it. Evil resides in the Profane's house tonight."

"My God..."