[Suzerain of Sheol]

The door to the Ecumenical Office is thrown open, and mayor Galena bursts in on Saint Typasius.

"What are you doing still here?!" she screams. "Don't you know what's coming?"

Typasius eyes her coldly, serenely for a moment. "Yes." He says at length. "I've sent word to Saint Georgius and the Sanctorium in Paris. They're mobilizing a response as we speak, though it will be hours before they arrive, even with the Alliance on call to ferry them here."

"Hours? We don't have hours! The Dybbuk--"

Typasius rises from his desk, appearing utterly unconcerned. "There is no need for you to worry. You, and this city are under my protection. I suggest you look in on Saint Acacias, he was wounded earlier. I, on the other hand, have the Wrath of God to bring down. If you will excuse me."