Reverend Insanity Light Novels & Stories

Even though she had uttered her hatred of seeing him again, Dominic couldn’t bear to see her suffering. As the magic activate, a purple light appeared from underneath the magic circle, blinding the people who had stood beside the round table. Dominic frowned, closing his eyes slightly as his sight was taken away from him. Meanwhile, Isaac who had gone to the street in Essex, didn’t hesitate to kill anyone he saw in front of him. Although Isaac had been insane since the moment he had made a contract with his demon, he was a calculative person who knew how to restrain himself so he wouldn’t kill anyone recklessly but the leash on his neck was let loose the moment he realized his plans hadn’t w

They are a plague; worse than anything that the madmen who play at bringing demons and infernals to the material plane can summon. They claim to be holy and true servants of the gods, but they spread suspicion like a disease. Their irrepressible paranoia and pathological distrust of others cow, terrorize, intimidate and end up sowing the seeds of fear and mistrust in people. It could easily be described as his special power, unique to the Inquisitor profession and all the repulsive variants of it.

"Host, I'm begging you. You're the only one who can save this world now." The glowing orb trembled in front of me nervously. "Jessica has gone insane and is attempting to blow up the world's core. She said that if she doesn't see you, she'll take everyone down with her." I sat in the void as I watched the flickering lines of data on the verge of collapse.

she repeated, startled, instinctively turning toward him, as worry began overriding the heat rushing to her face. The moment she moved, his other hand came up, covering her eyes. “Don’t look,” he murmured. If she had seen him, she would have understood immediately. He was a mess. He was shirtless. His skin was damp with sweat. His muscles were drawn tight beneath the strain of control. His hair was disheveled, his breathing uneven, his entire body tense like a man standing at the edge of his sanity. The drug was still burning through his system. That woman.

me" up. The technicians tried to hold her back, but she seemed to have gone mad, shoving them away with unexpected strength. Then, as if a sudden thought struck her, Mom lunged for the control tablet. "Yes, that's it! A restart! Once I reboot the system, she'll be back to normal!" As she frantically tapped across the screen, sweat trickled down her forehead, smudging the makeup she had so carefully put on. "Unable to locate self file," a mechanical voice droned from the control panel. "The host consciousness has been erased." Mom was taken aback. "Erased? That's impossible! She was perfectly fine just a moment ago! She wouldn't leave me like this. She wouldn't!"

Still too calm, like it didn’t care about the noise inside my head. I walked up the short steps and pushed the door open. A faint creak followed. The hall was empty. Just candles burning, pews quiet, shadows dancing against the walls. It smelled like wax and something old. Something sacred. I moved toward the back, heading for the Reverend’s side office. That was where grandma said he would be. My fingers tightened around the food container as I knocked softly. No answer. I knocked again. Then the door opened. He stood there—Reverend Thorne. Tall. Calm. Collar tight around his neck. Eyes too steady. Like nothing in the world could surprise him.

When I woke up again, I saw that the hospital room's ceiling seemed to be spinning. The doctor rubbed his forehead helplessly and said, "This is your second emergency visit this month. You may still be young, but you must take better care of yourself." Diana was sentenced to several years in prison for attempted murder. Six months later, I received news that she had committed suicide in her cell. Mom could not bear the heavy news. She went insane overnight and was admitted to a psychiatric hospital. Jorge burned through his share of the marital assets from our divorce in no time. He was forced to find work but was repeatedly fired for his incompetence after the prolonged years of being taken

Julius said to his mother. "Stop lying for him!" Betsy shot back. "That woman is Samantha Knox. Her son is already sixteen, and he looks just like your dad! "I can't believe you’re on his side!" she added, glaring at him. Julius opened his mouth to explain, but just then, Rourke woke up. He immediately reached out and grabbed Betsy's hand. "Don't leave me, Betsy," he pleaded. She frowned, but just then, the doctor walked in.

“From what I know, though, the man is the devil, and he corrupts the priest, makes him kill people on the altar, fuck him in the blood. Real deep shit.” My hand tightens on the wheel. “I want to read,” Serena shouts, climbing into the back and knocking me. “Are you two for real right now?” I glare at them. “A priest and a devil, fucking in blood on an altar?” Rich grins and nods. He’s delusional. Utterly lost it. “You’re not serious, are you?” I ask, my grip on the wheel tightening. “You’re telling me that’s what you’re reading? That’s what’s keeping you occupied back there?”