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Mark's gigantic, powerful, dark-gray, leathery wings carried him to the hidden Cathedral in a matter of hours.

Night had fallen and the clear sky allowed moonlight to bathe the wood-covered mountain valley in an soft, silver glow. His wings beating against the cool, night air, Mark surveyed the area, noting a small, All-American, rural township at the base of the valley.

His demoniacally-enhanced vision quickly seeking up the river that flowed down the valley into the town, and in seconds located his target. An faint shimmer of magical illusion quickly dispelled under his black, burning stare and revealed the massive Gothic structure straddling the river, about a mile up from the town.

Suspecting the Order of Sword had chosen the location due to it's relative inaccessibility, Mark smirked wickedly, to himself in the knowledge that the magical wards hiding it's presence from the nearby town were just as equally useless against a Demonic Hell-Knight such as himself.

With another flap of his muscled wings, Mark hurtled towards the Cathedral.

Smashing through the huge, circular, stained-glass window above the massive oak doors at the church's entrance, Mark landed with a stone-cracking smash, that shook the dust from the temple's walls and high-ceiling.

Several screams from the far end of the cavernous room attracted the Hell Knight's attention. Raising himself to his full, towering height, Mark folded his wings back and strode forward, utterly unafraid.

Raising his fore-arms, Mark tensed his muscles and where only hours before had protruded gigantic, additional cock appendages, now emerged 2 razor-sharp blades of deep-black bone.

“This temple is now property of my Queen, the high Succubi Lydia. Wherever you cower, know your lives are now forfeit.” Mark growled with menace into the blackness of the Cathedral's massive chamber.