"What are you talking about? This isn't what we were summoned here to do!" R'lissea cried.
Connor raised an eyebrow. "And fighting beside the gods' sworn enemies is? I don't care for the game between the demons and gods, nor am I here at either behest. The church opened the door, and I accepted the invitation."
"You mean they have no part in this?" I asked, waving my hand at the zombies and black mist.
"They're certainly aware of my god's designs, and many have little stomach for his powers. But right now, none would dare protest. It suits their purposes well, after all."
"But why?" R'lissea's voice cracked. "Why would hurt all these people? They had feelings, families, and lives."
Connor glanced at the risen corpse of a small girl barely in her teens. Her eyes were hollow and gray, staring blankly ahead. A hole gaped in the center of her abdomen, letting half-eaten organs hang across her stomach. Blood still dripped from the entrails, black and thick like oil.
