[i]Father Beacom did not respond for a few long moments, then finally relented.  "There is a painting of Justicia..."  He gathered a candle and led the crew down the steps into the dark chapel basement.  It was simply one large room with various crates and few pieces of furniture stacked against the eastern wall.  But on the western wall was indeed a painting of the same woman depicted in the stained glass.  This time she was shown without the scales of justice and sword, but with a great war hammer and battling.. something...

It was difficult to make out exactly what the something was.  A dark mass without a well defined shape.  However, one thing stood out clearly:  red eyes. [/i]