Fraser got to his feet at a speed he didn't think his body could have with how tired he was. It might have been his hunger or thirst that had him hearing things from a dead man's mouth, but he was not taking a risk when the devil's wife was outside.
Fraser looked at the door he had piled up so many benches on. It would take him a while to pull down the benches so he could get out of there and take a chance running past Lilith. While trying to hide in the church, he trapped himself with a priest who didn't know how to be dead.
"King Fraser."
"Shit," Fraser cursed, running from the offering table to the door to start taking down the benches. First, demons and now ghosts were in the castle.
"King Fraser," the voice repeated, but this time, it was more than one priest addressing Fraser.
