Warrior Nun

I know.

You want to know what happened.

Tell you the truth, I'm still figuring it out myself.

First, I was dead. Swear to God.

Then I was alive.

Then I got tricked.

And then the devil kicked my ass.

I told JC that I would learn to swim,

and I did.

Still, there's a thousand items left on my life to-do list,

but you can't check them off if you're dead.

- Ugh. Buzzkill. -

Duty calls.

- -

I could definitely drink more than the Pope. He's, like, 200 years old.

You're late.

Yeah. My roommate forgot to set the alarm.

Ja, okay.

Probably not what you were thinking when I said, "Duty calls."

Whatever. It's honest work. I need to lay low for obvious reasons.

And I happen to make a spectacular Cuba libre.

All I know is they say this Adriel character's responsible.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, the bullshite you'll buy!

Enza's the one who called it a miracle, Leesa.

I'm staying clear of any theological arguments.

-It's a fact. -What are you guys talking about?

Angels. Not unlike yourself, darlin'.

- -Leave her be, you grim lech.

Adriel. It's all over social media.

Oh.

And, uh, what are they saying?

The Vatican explosion. It's a cover-up.

They say an angel came bursting up out the basement.

Does the Vatican even have a basement?

It's more of a cellar-type deal, I think.

I'm going with catacomb.

Laugh all you like. Adriel's got a few thousand followers already, and growing.

Are you talking about those zealots handing out leaflets on the street ?

- Those "zealots," as you say... -Shit.

- They all experienced a miracle. -Sorry.

Ten thousand people across Europe contract this virus,

this rotting of the face,

and this Adriel makes it go away

on the exact same day, same hour, for every single person.

I seriously doubt that.

Ladies. Fergus.

Ava.

The usual, please.

- Which part, Miguel? -Which part what?

You doubt they are Adriel's followers, or you doubt that he cured them?

It was a virus. It ran its course.

He just took credit for it and inherited an army of deluded angel groupies.

Just watch.

The next thing this con artist does is start a church-slash-cult,

then comes the fascism.

Whoa! That was a fast trip.

Yeah, aren't you a barrel of fun?

Let's go, Enza.

We've got better places to be called fascists.

Hey. Would you pay the lady, will ya?

Come on, Leesa.

Cheap bastardi.

-Ciao, Ava. -Ciao.

What?

What do you think? About the angel?

I, uh... I haven't given it much thought.

You should.

These are dangerous days.

Yeah, well, I...

I would like to do more.

Ava?

The boss wants a word.

Oh.

What's up, boss? We're getting busy out there.

Yes. Could you try to spend more time pouring drinks

and less time chatting up customers?

Well, chatting equals good bartending, you know.

Not when it's about Adriel.

What can I do? Everyone's talking about it. It's viral.

We need to stay discreet. He has spies everywhere.

-The whole point of being incognito is to... -

Push the specials. You need to be upselling the specials.

Yeah. Got it. Specials.

What was that?

-Hm? What was what? -That glance.

There was a glance?

-Yes. You and Hans shared a glance. -That was more of a look.

Ava.

What do you expect?

Hans has been here for three years.

We've been here a month, and you already got promoted to manager.

Well, it's not my fault that I'm exceptionally well organized.

Ah. As a matter of fact, it is.

Discreet, remember?

You don't have to be so perfect all the time.

Well, I'm heading back to the apartment.

Camila will be checking in soon.

Yeah. Um, don't forget to ask about--

Mary.

I will. I always do.

You don't stay out too late.

We train tomorrow.

Yes, Mother.

I'm messing with you. See you at home.

-Have you read the good news? -Pass.

Non-believers will suffer the light of burning truth!

I was cursed with boils. Adriel saved me.

Piss off, man.

-You can't run from his judgment. -I'm not running.

Everyone will follow his light... or perish.

He's not the only one bringing light, fuckface!

- - Shit.

That was not discreet.

Um...

And that's how you make a TikTok.

Have fun.

I think we may have to go to London.

The OCS chapter is convinced

one of the cabinet ministers is possessed by a wraith demon,

and they need our expertise.

I'll prepare my things.

What else, Camila?

Well, it's just...

I had a dream last night

that... we were reunited with Mary.

And I know dreams shouldn't be taken literally,

but... it made me think that we might get some information

about what happened to her.

Camila, there is a chance

Mary may still be out there.

Somewhere.

But we must prepare ourselves for the possibility that she's not.

Can you show me how?

- -

- -Ugh!

You're drunk.

I was celebrating.

I'm glad, given what I'm about to do to you.

- -

Any last words?

Mary.

She's alive.

You lie. I saw her fall.

She lives. I swear it.

If you kill me, you'll never find her.

-Where? -

Where?

At Toledo.

At the desert.

With him?

Fortress. All guarded.

Show me.

Ms. Amunet. Please sit.

Thank you. Please call me Yasmine, Your Holiness.

Thank you for granting me this audience.

Um, may I record this interview?

Of course. Your reputation precedes you, Ms. Yasmine.

The bishop of the See of St. Mark speaks highly of you and your family.

Well, the bishop is too kind.

Your Holiness, I am preparing an article for The Economist

on lost Christian artifacts, and tracing their passage through history.

A noble pursuit.

And a difficult one.

I must say, it's so good to see things returning to normal at the Vatican.

Is there... Is there any truth to the rumors that the Vatican attack

was connected to the emergent sect founded by the self-proclaimed prophet, Adriel?