The first death threat arrived six hours after the press conference.
I stared at the email on Marcus's laptop screen, my coffee growing cold in my hands. The subject line was simple: "Demons Must Die." The message inside was anything but.
"Abominations walking among God's children," I read aloud. "The Beast has risen and taken human form. We are the sword of righteousness, and we will cleanse this world of supernatural evil."
Alexander looked over my shoulder, his jaw tight. "Signed?"
"The Church of Human Purity. Never heard of them."
"I have." Marcus appeared beside us, holding a stack of printed news articles. "Extremist Christian sect. Based in Alabama. FBI's had them on a watch list for domestic terrorism since 2019."
We were back in the motel room, having fled the media circus in Los Angeles after our bombshell revelation six hours earlier. The press conference had gone better than expected—until it didn't.
