Chapter Twenty-OneA CONVERSATION ABOUT FATE
The relic of the cross Drake buried in Hell was crusted with old blood. Drake received the relic from the Holy See, not knowing its power but realized it must be embedded in the midst of the demon maelstrom that poured from Hell to the world as he knew it. A wiser man than Drake had said a house divided by itself cannot stand. So the cross in the midst of Evil created a singularity incompatible with Evil.
“Your humanity saved you,” Raphael said, administering holy oil to Drake's wounds anew.
“It started with my innocence with my family, with the young Lori and Robyn, to violence, to the wild chase through Orion and Andromeda with a knife twisted in my flesh and a bullet in my side.”
“You know that now?” Raphael was kind.
“I can see that now,
