I GM over IRC, which means the pace of the game is a little slower than what happens in a normal, face-to-face game.
In our last session, the group faced off against a monstrous demon that was burning contracts with some kind of devilish power, as well as attacking a Church, the local Fae power and the local Black Court Vampire - saving the Black Court Vampire and his White Court brethren from almost certain death. Better the devil you do know, eh?
Then, after that, my lone remaining Pure Mortal agreed to allow the vampire to possess her so that he could show her to the last member of a pact established 500 years ago that is somehow related to this spate of attacks. He takes them to the church and says that the nameless, soulless third party is inside, when suddenly the party hears that their impenetrable fortress of holy solitude has been broken into and the mortal they stashed there for her protection is under attack.
Keepin' them hoppin'.