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The Master struggled to his feet as what remained of the once holy building began to sink beneath the earth.

"What is happening?" he asked of Laibach. "How can this be?"

The body of the girl in the pink party dress had toppled from its chair and now lay limply upon the altar, her once pretty features pressed obscenely to the floor.

"The earth has delivered a most destructive blow," the elder demon said sadly. "As the barriers began to fall so did the wrath of nature."

Lorimer panicked before the altar, a macabre jester with one hand holding his bloody jaw against his face as though it might be possible to repair it. A thunderous crack split the air above him and a ceiling beam snapped in two like so much kindling, plummeting to impale the body of the Deacon, pinning him to the floor. The Master watched as his faithful servant exploded into dust, his remains mixing with the falling detritus that rained down from the crumbling ceiling.