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She left to attend to other patients in another room. “Sister, we’re good. Give us another moment please,” said Pastor Anthony. Pennina nodded and left. He went on, “I’m sorry for that. I’ll tell you what I know about him later. But first, I need you to carry out a simple test for me. Do you have a Bible?” “No.” “Has he ever come to your house?” “Yes, many times; he’s my husband’s friend and a messenger of some secret organization that goes by the name ‘The Allied Brothers’.”

The altar was adorned with white lilies and a large portrait of Anthony, dressed in his finest suit, looked down upon the proceedings. As the service began, the priest spoke of Anthony's life, his generosity, his kindness, and his dedication to his family and employees. Alexa couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt as she listened to the eulogy, knowing that she could have done more to prevent his death. Nolan, on the other hand, sat stone-faced, his eyes fixed on the portrait of his father. He had hardly spoken a word since the robbery and seemed to be in a constant state of shock and disbelief.

The pastor held the book up for all to see, shook it at them, his eyes alight. “This,” he said. “This is the catalyst. The ones who hide behind it, who twist the words between these covers for their own end. They who would lie to us, and corrupt the earth with their lies.” A pause here, a sigh of regret as his arms dropped to his sides. “It’s time to cull the herd, friends,” he demanded. “Time to rid it of the refuse, and to thin your community of its tainted and soul-sickening numbers. The ones holding you back, keeping you from your glorious rewards.

So there must be something else regarding this matter. Nolan grabs his bible that he had dropped when the shadow passed through him a while ago and dashes out of the room, ignoring others' call. He needs to find it sooner. Or else lives can be at stake. The fear he felt in that room is still residing inside his head and heart. With his shaky legs, Nolan manages to reach the church's library. The demonology section is at the end of the room. So he walks fast with his human legs to reach there as soon as possible. The section is so big that he gulped at the thought of his time that is going to be consumed. However, Nolan's curiosity is killing him that is more important than he time now. Beca

Took him back by sardonicus proposal, the pastor felt his heart beating rapidly out of his chest. Haven't you killed enough people? You can't possibly expect me to call my congregation to their doom. You don't have to be a pastor. I've already called them. Cortana sardonic snapped her fingers as the door leading to the outside of the church opened. To the pastor's surprise, he saw his regular churchgoers all entranced and standing idly by for their orders. What have you done?

Then returned his gaze to the priest. “This will be it,” he said. “We can begin.” The priest coughed quietly and pulled his wool scarf a little tighter against the cold. Then he took his book into both hands and pulled on a flat red ribbon bookmark to open it up to a predetermined page. With a rhythmic cadence to his rasping voice, he read aloud a passage from the holy book first. Then he instructed the mourners to bow their heads and recited an even more poetic prayer. The religious performances completed, the priest took a ceremonious step backward, away from the coffin, and invited Nolan to deliver the words that he had prepared.