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The answers we're looking for are in here.

This first part is in Latin.

Anyone know how to read it?

Yes, private education.

I wish I could speak Latin.

"The story of the death of the angel Adriel."

As the first Warrior Nun,

Areala formed the Order of the Cruciform Sword.

Gathering women who were dedicated to the Church,

"willing to fight and die for their beliefs."

Hold!

"The angel Adriel was proud of Areala."

But gifting her his sacred Halo forced him to live as a mortal man.

And die as one.

His remains were placed in a tomb of honor at the center of the Necropolis,

an ancient city of the dead.

For decades, people felt immense power radiating from Adriel's Tomb.

It became a place of pilgrimage.

Some people brought the sick and dying, who it was said were healed.

Others felt a rush of strength,

which they used to defeat those who they perceived as rivals.

The power from the tomb could be used for good or evil.

And its reputation as a holy site became legendary,

until the Sisters decided that the otherworldly energy

was too powerful for ordinary people to withstand.

Adriel's remains were locked away in an enormous stone crypt.

Where a door would be, a mammoth, final stone was placed,

sealing the angel's resting place forever.

To frighten grave robbers,

"warning symbols were carved into the stone over the words Et defunctis requiem."

What does that mean?

"Let the dead rest."

"Over time, the tomb was forgotten,

buried by weather and earth,

until a new city rose up on the site.

Vatican City.

Shannon wrote here that the unnatural energy of the angel's bones

could control demons.

That it is, in fact, what anchors demons to our world.

Oh, shit.

She suspected the Church had known all along.

Father, have you heard this before?

I have.

A devil's bargain to keep people reliant on the Church.

As long as there is darkness in the world,

people will turn to us for light.

I refused to believe it.

But Shannon did.

It adds up.

The walls of the tomb are too thick for anyone to break through.

Except the Warrior Nun, who can phase inside.

If Duretti becomes Pope,

he could order the Halo-Bearer to phase into that tomb

and grab the power for himself.

Couldn't he order that anyway?

Maybe he did.

- But Shannon would never do such a thing. - He wanted a Halo-Bearer he could control.

That's why he pushed out everyone who wasn't loyal to him.

Now do you believe me?

I still don't understand how it benefits Duretti

to take the bones for himself.

The Journal said "control."

"He who bears the Relic of Adriel shall be the Lord of Demonkind."

He could weaponize them.

Use them to possess and destroy his enemies.

We have to get into that tomb before Duretti.

If we get those remains and they are what Shannon said they are,

will that be enough proof for you?

I suppose it would have to be.

Father, if Adriel's bones really are driving people to belief,

wouldn't removing them weaken the entire Catholic faith?

That's the difference between us, Beatrice.

I care more about my Sisters than my Church.

That's hardly fair.

Look at it like this.

If we get rid of Duretti, we can get the OCS back together.

Ava, the Journal says that the tomb walls are 11.5 dirra thick.

That's 20 feet. It's a long way to phase.

I got in and out of Shannon's secret room, remember?

Remember when you got stuck in two feet of Cat's Cradle wall?

So, I'll train, Sister Photographic Memory.

And how are we going to find this tomb,

buried under centuries of dirt

in a labyrinth of ancient catacombs under the Vatican?

We ask an expert.

Oh, God, you're back.

Yeah.

We need to speak to Kristian Schaefer.

So, you want me to help you break into the Vatican,

escalating my problems with the Church by an order of magnitude?

Not you. Him.

Well...

We were hoping Mr. Schaefer might help us locate Adriel's Tomb.

Well, kind of... kind of you, too.

I need a place to train.

We've been kicked out of our homes.

We'll also need bricks to construct solid barriers

of various thickness, four to 20 feet.

What's in it for us?

If the bones are as powerful as the Journal says,

then maybe you can use it to power your machine.

- This is what you asked for, no? - Yeah.

No, I'm just surprised.

Do you have, like, a giant brick guy?

Thank you, Dr. Salvius.

Good luck.

I'm going to keep studying the Journal.

All right.

Let's do it then.

Whoo! Whoa-ho!

Right on! Piece of cake!

How far is it? Eight feet?

Four.

Still, you know I crushed it.

What's next?

I remote-accessed the Vatican digital archives,

compiled them in our data processors,

partially mapping the catacombs beneath the Vatican.

So, where's the tomb?

Well, researchers were only able to identify 37 percent of the tombs.

Adriel's was not among them.

I say we take our chances. Find it while we're down there.

That would take months.

The Medicis commissioned a map of the Necropolis

when the Vatican was built.

Now, it might identify the whereabouts of the tomb,

but... the map was loaned out and stolen decades ago.

Can you describe the map?

I know what it looks like, but it's gone.

Well, you'd need to know the black market to even begin to look for it.

I think I... may be able to help.

You'll replace the Sisters at posts two and six.

Tell them to get some rest.

I want them fresh for their next shift.

You really think the traitors will return?

We can only hope.

Uh!

Is somebody there?

She didn't take this long on the two-block wall.

Should we be concerned?

Ava!

- I think I peed a little. - What happened in there?

Basically, it really... sucks after a few feet.

I got disoriented and bailed.

It's like I'm solid, and the wall is phasing around me.

Like walking through syrup or something.

But the whole time, I can feel the mass of the stone around me.

And the longer I'm in there,

the more it feels like it's trying to flow back in and occupy my space.

To crush me.

What if I could find some way to guide you?

I can help you with that.

Well, Kristian said black market.

This looks like where Beatrice's parents buy their Picassos.

There's a man here who can help us.

He's got a photographic memory for every stolen artifact he's fenced.

And how do you know this guy?

From another life.

Wait here.

No.

Fine.

Follow my lead.

It's kinda hot.

I'm looking for Esteban.

Sorry. We're closed.

Listen, Señor...

Just tell him Vincent is here.

Fuck off.

Where to?

What the fuck is going on?

- Hello, Esteban. - Vincente.

Leave.

I'm looking for a rare item.

Of course.

Please.

GPS tracker.

And the earpieces?

I'm not sure how they'll react to moving through concrete.

Can you hear me?

Yeah.

I'm right next to you.

Just for that, I'm gonna ace this.

You're four feet through. Keep going straight.

You've stopped moving.

I'm lost.

Take two steps in any direction.

Turn 90 degrees to your right and keep going.

I want out. Bring me out!

Just a few more feet.

You can do this.

Ava?

Ava?

It's okay.

You did it.

Thank you.

I don't know what happened. It's like...

It's like the longer I'm in there, I...

You lose power.

You're draining the Halo's energy.

And, unfortunately, in this case, if you lose power...

I get stuck in a fucking wall.

Yes.

I'm gonna need a hell of a lot more energy if I'm gonna make it through 20 feet.

Well, I've been able to amp up the Halo's output before.

Yeah, by lighting me up like a fucking Christmas tree!

There's no way I can walk while being electrocuted.

Ava.

Lilith.

You're dehydrated.

A few days' rest should help.

Thank you.

Dr. Salvius,

- if we might have a few moments. - Of course.

How is this even possible?

We had a funeral for her.

Why does everyone think I'm dead?

What's the last thing you remember?

I was in the warehouse...

with Mary.

We tried to get to Ava, but the Tarask appeared.

And then...

I must have blacked out.

The next thing I remember,

I was in the Cat's Cradle.

You know something.

Speak.

Mary said that the Tarask grabbed you.

Like, it put its claws through you.

- She said it dragged you back into... - We thought you were lost.

God granted you another life.

What's wrong?

Who has it now?

All this was many years ago.

I don't remember.

You don't remember?

No.

So at last,

your famous memory has failed you.

Here it is. The Medici's map.

It's had many owners.

Now it's in the hands of a private collector.

Name and address.

You should have stayed in the car.

You should have been honest with me.

Ava.

Oh, hey.

Yeah, I was just... I was...

How... how is she?

Alive, somehow.

Cool.

Cool.

You should see her.

Yeah, but she probably needs to rest, so...

It was your name she called out.

What are you afraid of?

Well, for one, the last time I saw her, she tried to murder me.

For two, she sacrificed herself for me.

She stepped in front of that monster and laid down her life for me,

and I just...

I don't know what to say to her.

She's asleep.

Good.

Stay with her.

Okay.

I found this story in the Journal.

I think it might help.

This is from a Warrior Nun called Sister Melanie.

"I became the Warrior Nun in the summer of 1942,

following my escape from the hellish Dachau Work Camp."

Wait, how could she be Jewish and a nun?

They persecuted others for being different.

Not just Jews.

She was gay.

Oh, God.

Nazis suck balls.

"Returning to Occupied France,

Mother Superion told us the Nazis were outside the parameters

of our mission.

She told me that my anger came from hate.

"And that hate was not within our jurisdiction."

Wait. Are you translating that from French?

Pay attention.

Ooh. Read on.

"But last night,

I passed a group of Nazi officers carousing inside a French pub.

I don't know what I thought I was going to do, but I went inside.

A Nazi lieutenant asked me to dance with him.

When I refused,

he grabbed my wrist

and saw the number they tattooed on me at Dachau.

I let him see it.

I wanted him to.

He looked at me as if I was vermin.

'Juden, ' he sneered.

'Nein, ' I replied.

'Lesbich.'

"Lesbich."

"His friends converged on me.

- "I drew the Holy Sword and cut them down." - Oh, yeah, she did!

"But Mother Superion was right."

Each slice was an act of hate.

Hatred that they had made me afraid to be myself.

So I raged in a rainfall of their blood

until the Nazi lieutenant aimed his gun at me across the room.

I could not reach him.

He said he would put me back in the camps himself.

What happened next, I can't explain.

At the thought of returning to the camps, I passed through fear,

past hatred, beyond pain.

The Halo flared with a blinding light and emitted a blast,

unlike anything I had ever experienced.

The Nazi's bullets melted away,

along with his gun, his flesh,

and a good portion of the wall.

I fell back in the collapsed ruins of the pub, drained.

I have no understanding of what allowed me to conjure such energy.

But in the moment,

I felt unbound.

Unburdened.

"I felt finally myself."

I tried to tell you.

I vowed to forget my past. Completely.

Maybe the tattoos weren't such a good idea.

You, of all people, should understand what it's like to have regrets.

You know I do.

That's my point.

Do you want to talk about it?

Nothing. It's fine. I...

A badass story of a Warrior Nun tapping into her rage

making you cry is nothing?

Your ignorance is really a downer sometimes.

Hey!

What... what's going on?

As usual, you've managed to miss the entire point.

Sister Melanie tapped into something elemental in her soul...

and it amplified the Halo's energy.

If you wanna pass through 20 feet of stone,

you need to break through your own personal pain.

Okay, but why are you so mad at me?

I'm not mad at you.

I... I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It's not you.

It was everyone but you.

My whole life,

people have tried to make me into something I'm not.

To make me "normal,"

or at least "acceptable."

I became skilled at so many things just so I would still have value...

despite my flaws,

or what I'd been taught was a flaw.

Of course I tried to fit in.

But when you're punished just for being different,

you begin to hate what you are.

And what you love.

What should make you happy...

only brings you pain.

Pain is what made me a Sister Warrior.

Don't hate what you are.

What you are is beautiful.

I'm sorry for your pain.

Don't be.

Because now we get to tap into yours.

Disable the alarm, break in, find the map, get out clean.

No.

Huge place like this, we won't have time to search.

We'll need this guy to take us to it.

Fine.

The Medici map of the Vatican catacombs,

where is it?

I... I didn't know it was stolen.

That's why you have it locked up.

Now what?

We wait.

What's up?

Just, uh, running away from Beatrice.

Oh. Good luck.

Ava.

Hey.

I'm glad you're back.

Are you?

I don't know.

I owe you my life.

You're one of us.

I should've been fighting beside you, not against you.

I let Duretti play on my pride, and I lost sight of my...

my responsibility.

Can you forgive me?

I just did.

I'm really glad you're not dead anymore.

You too.

All right.

This ends our transaction.

Just past the halfway point.

You're doing great.

How far am I?

Fourteen feet.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck, fuck!

Concentrate.

This wall is your fear.

It's your deepest pain.

Why can't you get through it?

What's stopping you?

I don't have enough energy.

- That's not it. - Yes, it is.

That is a physical limitation.

It's not what's in your soul.

Yes, it fucking well is!

Because if I drain the Halo, I go back to being paralyzed.

That's what you're afraid of.

Paralysis.

That's not what scares me.

What scares me is being alone.

Abandoned in some sickbed with no one to...

With no one.

But that will never happen.

It wouldn't matter if you were quadriplegic,

festooned with boils,

or a talking head in a bag.

You would still have us.

And we will never leave you.

You mean that?

You know I do.

Ava?

Sixteen, crossing 17.

Eighteen.

Nearly there.

Nineteen.

Oh!

You made it!

Only thanks to you.

The Halo is nearly depleted. Um...

We need to keep testing.

Figure out how long it takes to recharge so we can get you out of that tomb.

Think you're up for a few more tries?

Yeah.

I'll be there every step of the way.

I was a kid.

A runner for the cartels.

Good, fast, kept my mouth shut.

Over time, they promoted me to enforcer.

The money was intoxicating.

The work was ugly but satisfying.

And God forgive me, I loved it.

Until I saw the light.

When I joined the OCS, I...

I believed I'd found an answer.

That darkness inside of me had to be a demon.

But the first Warrior Nun to look at me saw the truth.

I had no demon.

It was just...

me.

And now I fear that even if we destroy the bones, and...

we rid the world of demons, that darkness, my darkness will remain.

I never wanted you to see me like this.

You're not going to be playing that all day, are you?

I take requests.

I request silence.

You look pale.

How are you feeling?

Like I've been to Hell and back.

Seriously, I'll be fine.

My mom's from Inverness, in the Highlands.

Her remedies rank as follows:

whiskey, prayer, and sweet nettle tea.

See?

Improved already.

My mom knows what she's doing.

What's gonna happen, you think?

To us?

To the OCS?

We'll be fine.

We'll figure it out.

We always have.

- What's wrong? - Ah! Ah!

I'm fine.

I'll be fine!

Ah!

Ah!

I found the tomb.

Three levels down.

Now, most of this area was constructed during the Second Period,

under Constantine. But...

Can't you just point to it?

Here.

The Tomb of Adriel.

Thank you for your help.

How... how were you able to find the map?

That's why I have the shotguns.

You look happy.

Because she's back.

- Who? - Ava.

I feel better when she's close.

What's wrong, Mommy?

I just worry about you.

Sorry I make you worry.

Oh.

Well, mothers are supposed to worry.

Do you know why?

Because when you love someone so very, very, very, very, very much,

you want to do everything you can to protect them.

I know you will.

Good.

Because I have some news.

We found the other door.

That will change everything.

Hello?

You're Sister Shannon.

I wish I'd known you.

We all meet, eventually.

In this life or the next.

You left me this.

Not you.

Just the next.

You've read their entries.

Only a few, so far.

There are so many of them.

Yes.

But their stories are short.

So much promise unfulfilled.

So much life unlived.

And for what?

I mean...

I'm still catching up with all of this, but...

to rid the world of demons, right?

The Halo is a burden.

Too great for one person to bear.

I felt alone.

Yet through it, I found a family.

Me too.

I think.

A family who died, one by one, before my eyes.

For the mission.

What... what's going on?

What's wrong?

How can I help you?

How can I help you? Tell me what I'm supposed to do.

Supposed to do.

I need to stop this.

What?

We need a new plan.

Stay back!

Let me help you.

You can't. Not with this.

Please tell me what you're doing.

I need to see if I can use the Halo to destroy Divinium.

- Why? - Because if I can,

then maybe I can destroy the Relic of Adriel.

That was not the plan.

We have a plan.

We'll find the bones, expose Duretti, and the OCS can get back on mission.

The mission is the problem.

Warrior Nuns dying, one after the other...

Who's next after me? You?

You?

If Shannon is right

and the Relic of Adriel is keeping demons on Earth,

then we have to destroy the bones.

No more demons.

No more Warrior Nuns.

The cycle of death ends.

We can stop this.

I can stop this.

I'm going to be the last Warrior Nun.