Deicide

Saint Peter's Church

 I woke up on a bus.

 "How long was I out?" I asked Jessica whose shoulder I had been resting on.

 "About six hours," she said. She made eye contact. "You scared the shit out of m-" she hesitated. "Out of us."

 I sat up. "Where are we?"

 She shrugged. "Somewhere in Mexico."

 The bus screeched to a stop and the three of us got off.

 "Why didn't you teleport us?" I asked.

 "I couldn't. I didn't know if you were dying," the Devil said. "It would have been ugly."

 He stopped a passing man. "¿Dónde está la iglesia del Santa Pedro?" I had forgotten he knew Spanish.

 "Sigue derecho allí," the man pointed down the street. "Dobla a la izquierda en la calle del veintitres de agosto y ustedes no pueden perder la iglesia."

 "What did he say?" I asked.

 "He said to go that way," he pointed like the man. "Then we turn left onto August 23rd street and then the church is that way."

 We began walking.

 "What are we looking for?" I asked.

 "Saint Peter's Church," the Devil said.

 It made sense that the Holy Grail would be hidden in a church so I didn't ask any more questions.

 We reached the church in a half an hour.

 The church was somehow both large and modest. It looked like what may instantly pop into one's head upon hearing the word 'church.' 

 We entered. The church was empty save for a priest praying at the altar.

 I turned back. The Devil was stuck at the entrance and looked like he was pushing against a well windexed glass door.

 "I can't go in there," he said, "look for this."

 He threw a photograph at our feet of an ornate chalice that appeared to be made from the same material as the Blade. I pocketed the picture.

 Jessica and I scoured the church looking for the Grail, digging through shelves, looking behind paintings, even checking if the floorboards could be removed.

 "Any luck?" I asked her.

 She shook her head.

 The priest still prayed at the altar, we could hear his whispering, as if he had not noticed us at all.

 I began checking under the pews on my belly with no luck.

 "Hey Garrett," Jessica said.

 "Yeah?" I grunted, finishing my search and pushing myself to a standing position.

 She twiddled her thumbs. "Well I was worried when you were stabbed."

 "Yeah me too," I rummaged near the hymn books.

 "No, like scared."

 I turned from my activity.

 "Scared how?"

 "Scared I wouldn't get the opportunity to do this," she leaned in and kissed me. I was caught off guard but closed my eyes and kissed her back.

 She pulled away after a minute. "Sorry."

 "That's ok," I panted. 

 I began walking to the priest.

 "Um, sir, have you by chance seen a-"

 "What?" The priest interrupted in a familiar voice. He turned, revealing Michael's cocky bastard smirk.

 Michael held up the Grail. "Looking for this?"