“Is it though?” Viper smirked.
“Da.”
“Show me.”
“I cannot do it. Is too strange.”
“Could we get back to the miracles, please?” Odin asked with a beleaguered expression.
“It's not just miracles,” Trevor said. “He's also been attacking gatherings of fey supporters.”
I looked over at Trevor in surprise. “You didn't tell me that.”
“I didn't want to discuss all of this in the Basilica.”
“St. Peter's Basilica?” Odin asked. “It was the Pieta that was weeping?”
“Crying so much damn blood that it pooled on the floor,” I said with a nod. “And we got up close; she really was crying. It wasn't a trick.”
“But we both smelled apple,” Trevor added. “Jerry must have some left.”
“Why would he need Wild Magic to make a statue cry blood?” Odin asked. “Isn't that something he can do?”
I pointed at Odin. “That's what I said. And making marble bleed isn't something elemental magic can do.”
“But the apple could have magnified his magic,” Re said.
“He must be weaker than we thought,” Azrael murmured.
“That's what I said,” Trevor pointed at Az, mimicking me. “And it's not the only thing Jerry's done. There have been many other acts of God all over the world.”
“Acts of God?” I asked.
“Lightning, sudden fires, even a fucking swarm of bugs.” Trevor fell heavily onto a couch. “He's basically launched a divine smear campaign.”
“What do you mean?” Re asked. “Who is he smearing?”
“Aren't you listening? Faeries.” Trevor waved his hand at Azrael. “One in particular. He's reminding humans that he exists and that all who worship other gods—or faeries—will feel his wrath.”
“That's brilliant.” I sat down next to Trevor.
The men glared at me.
“Well, it is. He's denouncing us and increasing his power without revealing himself.”
“I doubt he came up with the plan,” Azrael said. “It was probably Gabriel.”
“Fucking Gabriel,” Kirill muttered.
“Do we call another God Squad meeting?” I asked.
“No, we can just text everyone,” Odin said. “There's nothing we can do about the miracles. We need to stick to our original plan.”
“I could make a public announcement,” Azrael suggested.
“Saying what?” Odin shot back. “That there is no God? That these miracles and attacks are perpetrated by faeries?”
Azrael grimaced.
