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Abigail winced, but prayed together with everybody. The priest finished one prayer only to start another, and one more... Finally, he got tired of that. “As a humble servant of the Bright Saint, I hereby testify that everything that happens here happens with His full consent, and no dark magic or unholy necromancy is present in this place. Let the holy blessing fall upon this hall, and let it become a haven of truth and justice.” I stoically endured his sermons. There was nothing I could do, really. Then I stood up.

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I explained as I smiled. “A few decades ago, Micah wrote a book in honors of our mother which had some occult practices and I think it was called ‘The enlightened.’” I said before I got up. “I need to go to the library.” I said as I got up as well as Azreal. “Thank you so much.” I said as I hugged Azreal who froze on my warm greeting. He hugged me back slowly before he relaxed his head on my shoulders. “You are welcome.” He said and I smiled.

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How many times had I told myself the previous night, that she would affect me no more, but just look at me right now, looking at her, like though, she was some garnished meat. Her gaze never met mine for once, she held her red Sweden bag between her hands and it was innocently placed in front of her exposed thighs. Now, you just know what I meant when I said her drew doesn't look appropriate at all, but who was I kidding, I loved the view. ~~~~~~~~ "The Grace Of The Lord, Jesus Christ, And The Love Of God, And The Sweet Fellowship Of The Holy Spirit, Be With You All", the Priest said, as he raised his hands up in gestures, urging us to respond.

"Some certainly witches but... most innocent." He opened a small book, a Bible I thought. I was surprised to see it was in Hebrew. He began reading in a very low murmur. "It's a Siddur," he said. "A prayer book." "Why'd so many innocent people have to die...? Why this kid with the needle in her arm?" "That was the snare, you see... That's how the sacrifice works. It creates hysteria to destroy the church and the God they oppose. Their dogma is simple. Let the innocent die to serve their cause."

“I don't really know the entire story behind this book but from the vague description I received from the previous high priestess, the book is said to hold the power to collapse the foundation of every teaching we taught you. But not only that, if all books are opened, they will also remove the gateway between this realm and the other and that would allow the other entities to manifest, so I ask of you, collect the books. Last time, one was recorded to be in Egypt within the tomb of Ozymandus the second.” “I see, thank you High priestess Lenora.” “I wish you all the best of luck child, you'll need it for what is to come.” Shizuki woke up immediately after those last words, she sat up and loo

“Let’s just say you got lucky. Your baby is safe, too. We finally met, Miss Katherine Dela Torre. Let me properly introduce myself. I am Jonathan Valencia.” I looked around and found the owner of that voice. It was coming back to me now. That was the last voice I heard before I passed out. He was wearing a black trench coat and was casually sitting in one corner while sipping coffee. He had long and straight jet-black hair and a pair of blue condescending eyes that seemed to have the power to read through me, through my heart, and soul. How could this man be a priest? He didn’t look like it. He looked like a man who was used to giving commands inside a very elegant place and not someone who

"The Lord is my strength, whom shall I be afraid of? The.." Slowly Dale lifted up her face. There he was. Fate had brought him to her. The holy beast in his most holiest attire and reading from his holy book with so much alacrity. Dale felt grateful in the midst of her torment, her body had decided to act but her mind pleaded for the right time. The priest looked up at his convert who had refused to comply with any of his sayings thinking that who would still be holding on to his or her grievance at the point of death.