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Almost hypnotised by the sight of it, a blur of black smeared the edge of my vision, and I glanced across the road to see a priest crossing in front of a gelato parlour, a tan leather satchel clutched under his arm, his heavy, dark robes swishing behind him as he walked. I gasped and pushed myself instinctively closer to Ethan, who squeezed my hand in return, barely even giving the priest a second look. 'Not all priests are agents of the Council,' he said, as we continued to walk, and I glanced furtively back over my shoulder. 'Most of them genuinely believe that what they have dedicated their lives to, is the truth. They know no better.'

Then, before I could stop myself, I opened G****e and typed: “How to make a priest fall for you.” For a second, I just stared at the screen, horrified by my own audacity. Then I pressed search. The results loaded almost instantly… and I swear, they were both ridiculous and terrifying. “Forbidden Love: 10 Signs Your Priest Might Secretly Be Into You.” “Seduction and Sin: Why Priests Fall for Women Like You.” “How to Make a Man of God Break His Vows (Caution: For Educational Purposes Only).”

Confess her sins maybe? It was only now that she had gotten close enough to get a good look at the priest on the alter. He looked young, perhaps somewhere between his early to late twenties. He wore a black cassock, along with a silver cross dangling over his chest. He had slightly curly dark brown hair and dark eyes. She found yourself immediately drawn to him. He had this angelic, yet somehow dark, powerful aura all around him and in the words he spoke. She listened intently as he preached the words of God, his voice deep and serious

“…You…! To think you’d still behave so presumptuously even though you’re about to be done for!” growled the priest in anger. Before he could say anything else, however, the priest momentarily froze. Now staring-wide eyed at Gerald, the priest was able to somehow see flames reflected in Gerald’s eyes. He couldn’t look away, and shortly after, the priest began feeling a burning sensation on the soles of his feet… Following that, the priest screamed miserably before turning into nothing but dust in less than a second!

Still looking at the file, he took the picture and pay more attention to it letting his head and mind figure out the mystery of the death of the priest. Why will the chairman's wife killed the priest and what kind of thing could make such a huge mark at the Priest's neck region that actually caused his death. So many thoughts ran through his mind as he kept looking at pictures of the dead priest. Paying keen attention on the picture, his phone rang, 'director AZ' was the caller, Abraham signs as he picks the calls. "hello director" he said "Hello sir, how are you doing sir" the caller said "Good and you?

“Now, onto the second order of business: Jeff. We’ve all been assuming he’s just an errand boy, but it’s more complicated than that. He has more money and property than someone in his position should. He could be his own boss if he wanted.” Leonardo's eyes narrowed in thought. “Which means working for the priest isn’t about money. It’s about something else.” Arya nodded. “Exactly. And since the priest happens to be Ricardo’s horrible horrible father—no offense, Ricardo—it’s not surprising that Jeff’s role is more significant than we first thought.” Ricardo’s jaw tightened, but he remained silent. The mere mention of his father was enough to darken his mood. Rob chimed in, his brow furrowed.

Hadn't let himself. The priest came out of the sacristy as they were closing the door behind them. He was old, older than Alex expected, with white hair and hands that trembled just slightly when he moved. His cassock was worn, the fabric thin at the elbows, the hem frayed. But his eyes—his eyes were sharp. The kind of sharp that came from years of watching, of listening, of seeing things other people tried to hide. He stopped when he saw them. His eyes moved from Vincenzo to Alex's mother to Alex, and something in his face shifted. Something that looked like recognition.

the computer specialist replied. “Priests, you said?” Darren wondered. Nathaniel had told him many times that the Lightbearers do much of their dirty work with the help of the almighty church. “Gather all the material you can on these priests, their families, whatever you can find out. I will want to look at it when I return.” And without waiting for a reply, Darren put the receiver down, as Forbs entered the room. “The coroner's report will be brought to you in ten minutes. Here's your coffee,” she said with a cold face and placed another cup of steaming black coffee in front of Darren. The detective sat down in the same place where she had been sitting before.

Priest points to the dead man, “These two men just tried to kidnap Sage. Call the cleaners and let them know that they need to dispose of the dead body. Dragon, take the unconscious one to my garage. This was premeditated, and I want to know why they wanted to take her.” Dragon nods as he leans down, cover the dead man’s head with his jacket and hauls his body away. All I can do is stand there, my body shaking uncontrollably as Hunter makes a phone call; Priest checks the man’s pockets. It’s surreal and scary how methodical the whole thing feels. “Who are you?” I murmur warily. There’s no way that Priest is just a security guard. Not with the way he disarmed and killed the other man so easil

- The investigations, point out and arrested the author of the crime a month ago, she was the rejected lover of the victim's husband, who happened to be pregnant, whose child was born and was also killed by the dragonfly, who was also killed, by the same dragonfly . - So the husband has something to do. – The detective said. - He's a Shinto priest. – The detective said. - The temple is close to the reserves where the bodies are found. – The detective said. - Looks like we have to pay her husband a visit. – Akmitsu said.