'Shit just gets weirder and weirder, eh Detective?..' A chubby donut chaser says to me with a chin jiggling chuckle as i walk into the Cathedral.

I dont dignify him with a response, i just shake the water off my coat. Dismal rain pours outside and shows no sign of slowing. The night is terribly dark, and the Cathedral is only half lit.

I swear to god the stained glass faces all stare and cry. They were witness to something terrible.

I make my way past the pews to the taped off area before the altar. I havent been in a church in years, i didnt think this type of thing was supposed to happen to priests...

I look down at the man, Father Gregory. Hes old, a catholic priest. Very respected in this city... His throat was ripped out in some kind of savage attack...

The realization is punctuated by a perfect lightning bolt and clap of thunder that rattles the windows and dims the lights...

Ive seen murders like this before. Ive found the killers before. There is no court of law for a crime like this... Monster is an understatement.

I can draft the report in my head... its not important. The real justice will be vigilante. When i find the creature that did this... i always find them, its my gift. Maybe my curse...

I step back as the CSI crew comes in, popping my collar up as i leave the cathedral through the side door after a nod to another blue uniform.

Its going to a long night indeed...