The streets were noisy with a crowd full of onlookers; Marvin admired their courage—or perhaps they simply had never witnessed the ferocity of a supernatural being.
He had never heard of a prisoner kept beneath St. Paul's Cathedral, but he knew that most churches had dungeons beneath them to hold friars or heretics who erred.
Whoever was confined below St. Paul's was certainly no pushover.
Policemen were maintaining order in the streets while demon hunters stood on the rooftops, holding strange instruments akin to compasses, scanning the vicinity. Just then, someone bumped into Marvin in the crowd. Normally, he wouldn't have minded since jostling was rather normal with everyone squeezed together.
