episode_0046
by fnovelpiaThe basic quality that a priest must have before performing an exorcism is not to be swayed by the devil’s words.
Demons are wicked and very good at manipulating the human mind. They are adept at cleverly manipulating and shaking the mind.
That is why demons often display great confidence when confronted by exorcist priests.
The fact that they have been moving from place to place for a long time without being exorcised means that they are either very good at evading the pursuit of exorcist priests or making the priests give up on exorcising them and turn away.
So, yeah. They’re masters of playing tricks with their tongues.
An exorcist priest should not be swayed by this, because it is dangerous to fall for the tricks of demons.
I was quite confident in that. Even though I had participated in several exorcisms on the battlefield with the priestess Helena, I had never given up on an exorcism because of the devil’s words.
But, looking back now… .
Maybe the old me just didn’t have any room for them to dig in.
Unlike now, when my body, mind, and even soul were shattered into pieces.
* * * * *
“Ugh… !Ugh… !”
When I came to, I was strangling Father Peter with all my might.
The face of Father Peter, whose complexion changed with the movement of my fingers. I stared blankly at it. It was difficult to express in words what I was feeling at that moment.
This indescribable feeling was neither irritation, nor anger, nor embarrassment. I soon realized what it was.
I was feeling bored. A sense of boredom, like experiencing something completely ordinary, filled my mind. I was sick and tired of strangling Father Peter and seeing him suffer because of it.
Why do I feel this way?
In the past, I swore that I would hate all the humans involved in Helena’s death.
That is why I still curse them and look forward to the boiling fire and brimstone of hell for those I have never met or heard of, and I will probably never treat them as human beings again.
So, that was it.
‘Because it’s a natural thing.’
It was only natural for me to strangle the man who killed Helena. That’s why I felt no emotion at all.
It’s like urinating in an ant hole. The weariness felt from the insignificant sight of someone so easily approaching death.
The moment I said those words, that I had killed Helena, my feelings and attitude were already decided.
“Your Majesty, Your Highness!”
Suddenly, Deacon Sophia grabbed my arm. Unlike the strong grip I had on Father Peter’s neck, my body moved easily under Deacon Sophia’s guidance.
“Chief Priest! Come to your senses! Chief Priest!”
“Deacon Sophia. Why did you stop?”
“What, what did you say?”
Deacon Sophia looked at me with a look of bewilderment. My gaze did not leave Father Peter’s face.
The face of Priest Peter, red as if he were going to burst, looked so natural to me.
“Why did you say that? That makes sense now…!”
“Is that nonsense?”
“… Yes?”
“Didn’t you say that you killed Helena? Didn’t you hear that?”
Deacon Sophia suddenly stuck her face out. Deacon Sophia, who was roughly washing her face, glanced at Priest Peter, who had become as quiet as death, then took my hand and strode out the front door.
I followed her hand obediently. Deacon Sophia, who had closed the front door noisily, asked with her hand on the wall and a sigh.
“Priest, what are you going to do now?”
“I have to finish what I started… .”
“Chief Priest.”
Deacon Sophia opened her mouth decisively. I stared blankly into her eyes.
“Don’t be fooled by the devil’s words. It’s obvious that he killed Priest Helena.”
“How can you be sure? They really have the power to do that.”
“Chief Priest. If you admit that Father Helena really died from the devil… .”
Deacon Sophia paused for a moment and took a deep breath. I waited quietly for her to speak.
“If you admit that, you’ll be making the death of Priest Helena in vain.”
“… … .”
“Don’t think about it, Priest Helena. Don’t fall for the malicious lies of Satan.”
They are the father of lies, the primordial iniquity.
I wiped my expression and stared blankly at Deacon Sophia. Deacon Sophia faced me with her lips tightly shut.
I felt something surge up inside me. I suppressed it.
Then, contrary to the stuffy feeling in my chest, I felt my head clearing up a little. It was as if cool air was clearing my head.
Deacon Sophia, who had brought about this magical transformation, opened her mouth with a worried expression.
“Chief Priest. Are you calm?”
I nodded slowly and stood up from my seat. I felt the weight of emotions swallowed up inside me, but I held it in.
I felt like I was going to vomit at any moment. But I somehow managed to suppress it.
Yeah. Those eyes. Those eyes… .
To me, it is such a great strength.
– Don’t think of me as just a replacement for Helena. It could hurt you a lot.
At the same time, it made my heart ache.
* * * * *
We entered the dormitory again. The smell of rotting meat in Malodor seemed to have diminished somewhat.
“Chief Priest, don’t be swayed by the devil’s words.”
“It’s okay now. I’m sorry for showing you my ugly side.”
“… No. Even if it were me, I can’t even imagine how I would have turned out.”
I slowly approached the bed. Before I knew it, a candle flame was swaying precariously over a third of the candle that had melted away, illuminating the place.
When Deacon Sophia poured back the spilled salt, I was already sitting on the left side of the bed where Father Peter was lying.
I slowly made the sign of the cross and muttered quietly.
“Lord, give me rest.”
As a servant of the Lord, give me rest.
Here, peace to our suffering brothers and sisters.
And, please judge the evil demons.
“… … .”
Father Peter still had his eyes closed. His complexion had darkened a little, indicating that he could not afford to delay too long.
The cross that had been placed on the chest of Priest Peter had now turned over and taken the shape of an inverted cross.
“You are a bunch of little creatures who know nothing but to blaspheme the Lord.”
The symbol of St. Peter is the inverted cross. In the exorcism rite, which seeks the grace of the Lord, placing the symbol of St. Peter was a wicked trick to make the object of worship turn to St. Peter. I turned it right around.
He placed the veil on his left hand and covered Father Peter’s eyes with it. Father Peter’s head felt as hot as if it were on fire.
I held down my left hand, which was on the altar, and made the sign of a cross in the air with my free right hand.
Suddenly, a trembling vibration was transmitted from Father Peter through my arm. I slowly opened my closed eyes.
The priest Peter’s body twitched. His arms and legs moved uncontrollably as if his joints were grotesquely misaligned, and his dry, crusted lips shook involuntarily.
The holy water on his forehead had long since dried up. I put the holy water on my thumb again and drew the sign of the cross on Father Peter’s forehead.
The body of Priest Peter floated up for a moment. Fortunately, his limbs were tied, otherwise he would have risen to the ceiling.
I pressed down on my left hand. Unlike before, I didn’t use much force.
However, Father Peter’s seizure subsided so easily. I muttered to Father Peter, who was slowly lying down on the bed.
“Let there be the holy glory of the Lord.”
Priest Peter’s eyes slowly opened, still showing the whites of his eyes.
Showing the whites of the eyes has been a common characteristic of the concubines since ancient times. It means that the fight with them is not over yet.
Priest Peter rolled his wide eyes and looked at me. At the same time, the corners of his mouth were drawn up eerily.
“Here you go again? He came again. The priest came again.”
“… … .”
“How much can I endure this time? It wouldn’t be a bad idea to kill this body.”
I looked down at him with an indifferent expression as he laughed wickedly. I muttered quietly to Father Peter, who was glaring at me.
“May the spirit of the Lord sanctify me.”
“You’re a funny guy. Should I tear you to shreds like that whore?”
“May your blood cleanse me.”
“You foolish priest, you still dream in vain. Yes, I will tie up her intestines and serve them to you.”
Father Peter flicked his tongue and provoked me. Something buried deep in my heart stirred, but I suppressed it.
Unfortunately for them, I’ve already made up my mind.
“… Lord, your sufferings, give me strength.”
As soon as I finished the prayer, the face of Father Peter, who had been laughing at me until then, suddenly distorted. Perhaps he realized that his provocations were no longer working.
“Ugh, ugh… !”
“Defeat all demonic possessions that come from them. Do not let them touch any more of Your creation.”
The hand pressing on Father Peter’s forehead was trembling. I put a little more strength into my left hand.
“Saint Michael the Archangel, please protect us in our struggle and be a bulwark against the wicked snares of Satan and the devils.”
“That, that’s…!”
“I earnestly pray to the Lord, the Leader of Heaven, that under your command, the heavenly armies may chase Satan and evil spirits into Hell.”
“Kkaaah—!!”
Father Peter screamed. A swarm of raccoons, crawling down from the ceiling, were crawling back through the hole they had come from, their many legs moving busily. I opened the Bible in front of him.
“If you ask for help, you will receive it, because your faith has reached me.”
“Ugh… ! Ugh… !”
“You, Peter. Now is the time to repent.”
Father Peter’s body shook so violently that he was afraid the bed posts would be pulled out.
After placing the open Bible on Father Peter’s stomach, I took out the holy water spout that was in the bowl.
Whether it’s the leader or the scoundrel, someone has to be brought to an end now. That way, their power will be weakened.
He held a holy water pitcher filled with holy water, made the sign of the cross, and swung it in the shape of a cross toward Father Peter.
“Perish. The light of the Lord is there.”
As the holy water from the Samadan River was sprinkled, black blood began to gush out from Father Peter’s eyes, nose, and ears.
I watched the scene quietly. Deacon Sophia was making the sign of the cross and muttering prayers over and over again.
The mouth of Priest Peter, who had been bleeding profusely, opened slightly, and a large, blood-soaked marten and a three-headed snake slowly crawled out of his mouth.
The large fox shook its head and rolled around, then soon curled up and stopped moving.
The little three-headed snake writhe in agony, biting its own tail, then its back, then its other head, twisting its body this way and that until it was so entangled in its own body that it suffocated to death.
– Boom!
Suddenly, I heard someone banging hard on the front door. Deacon Sophia glanced at me and asked for permission, so I nodded.
“Ouch!”
What Deacon Sophia saw when she opened the front door was a dog that was rotten and rotten everywhere. It had killed itself by hitting its head in the door.
“Chief Priest! A dog, a dog’s corpse…! It seems to have jumped out of Priest Camilla’s room!”
Deacon Sophia shouted, pointing to the bloodstains lying in front of the front door.
It seemed that even the evil spirit that had been possessing Priest Camilla’s body had exerted its power. I looked down at Priest Peter, whose complexion had become much more relaxed, and muttered.
“… You, false offspring. Now there is nothing to protect you.”
It was clearly a decisive blow that would determine the outcome of this long fight.
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