The wind picked up, whipping a bit of loose hair around her horns, as Miranda climbed the four steps to the church's front doors.

She was not dissuaded in any way; her role was to face whatever had taken up residence inside, even if it was a place where she wasn't normally welcome.

And once it was destroyed and the burning itch of the divine returned, she would take her payment and leave.

Her kind was not the cause of the taint; it was instead starkly human.

It would be easy to destroy this stinking rot-

Miranda threw open the doors.