God Rots – Prologue
God is not supposed to be able to become ill. She is not supposed to be able to die. She is not supposed to be found by her archangels coughing up mysterious black liquid onto the floor of her chambers at 9:31 PM on a Tuesday night. It’s unheard of! Unthought of! It simply doesn’t happen! So why was Gabriel now sitting in a hallway, hands covered in black sludge the likes of which he had never seen before, heaving…