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Every twelve-year-old deserves the chance to complete one normal school assignment.
Even the Antichrist.
Marcus Morningstar only has to create a thirty-second animation about Nemesis, the Greek goddess of balance and consequences.
No magic.
No miracles.
No interference from Heaven or Hell.
By sunset, the Western Hemisphere is speaking Latin, the damned are trapped in a bureaucratic uprising, and somewhere inside an ancient archive, a file bearing Marcus’s name has opened itself.
The assignment is thirty seconds long.
The consequences are not.
