Reverend Insanity Light Novels & Stories

I quickly put myself in order and walked to him. He turned around at the sound of my footsteps. He looked at me with disgust which was uncalled for. "You're late, aren't you?" He asked as he took in my disordered look. "I went out on a little errand, sir," I said as I looked at his feet. "Look at me when I speak to you!" He shouted. "Yes, Mr. Wade." I looked at him as tears welled up in my eyes. "Now listen to me. You're fired! Got that. Fired!"

she said "Alright sit and touch nothing." The five gentleman sat down and waited for the Seer to begin her show. "I call upon the spirits to answer our need" the Seer said " I call upon the spirits to answer our need". The room became very dark, the candles dimmed. The temperature became cold. The men became uncomfortable realizing that they were no longer 'alone'. "Ask your question," the Seer said to the men. "We wish to know if Ian Night is an original?" Council member Greyson stated.

The Martial Reverend frowned and said, “Can you kill him? Can a person who carefully schemed all this to lure powerhouses into this world and took control of so many monsters be killed so easily?” “This…” Thea was slightly troubled. The Martial Reverend asked earnestly, “Can you confirm the strength of this mastermind?” Thea nodded. “I’m not sure, but I estimate him to be a Grand Emperor at the Second Heaven at most.” “You’re not sure? Your estimation?” The Martial Reverend frowned and said, “You want to lead us to the Sanctuary of Darkness even though you’re not sure? What if you’re on their side? Then we’ll be falling right into your trap.”

“Do you… Do you believe him?” “I’ll know better what to think in a few days when we’ve talked some more,” the doctor confessed wryly. ‘Well... Now I’m here to ask you how to get in touch with this fellow… He’s French or something… Maurice… No, Moreau I think is his name…” “Christophe?” Lara gasped. “Do you think he’d see me? I want to tell him that Kenneth needs criminal charges right now like he needs a hole in the head!” Sam Elliott delivered grimly.

"I never knew you were such an idiot, Annabelle. I told you, I'm the second-in-line of the Leafensteins. My brother is a very busy man. He wouldn't have come to the hospital if I were just a nobody to him. The fact that you three are locked up here should prove that I was telling the truth. "Oh, and given what you told me, I'm sure you know how… ruthless my family can be to those who hurt me." All the color drained from Annabelle's face. She was as white as paper. She looked at Zacharias, trying to say something, but Zacharias was faster. He went down on his knees and, through a trembling voice, pleaded, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I had no idea Horatio's the real deal. I was a little carr

" In that instant, Samuel's strength gave way, and he stumbled back several steps. Leaning against the icy hospital wall, he unleashed a guttural scream. "Wasn't this surgery supposed to be risk-free?!" Panic and despair burst forth from his eyes in a flash. The news of my passing broke him in an instant. Amelia dashed over in a hurry.

Boss 2 said and they nodded. "Boss, what about the flash drive?" Rex asked. "Bring it along!" "Ok boss!" Instantly, the screen went off and the three men faced themselves. "How did you know Lucifer is coming for them!" Boss 3 asked. "I have an informat in that clan!" Boss 1 replied. "Is he one of his vipers or just a mobster!" "Neither!" Boss 1 whispered. "He is a shadow!!!" He added.

I moved faster through the incoming parishioners, pulse loud in my ears. Then the catechist stepped forward to make the morning announcements. A new priest would be assisting for the time being. The words landed in sequence, each one cutting the hope cleaner than the last. New priest. Not returning priest. Not Father Riven. A different name was read out—foreign to my mouth, useless. The man in the black cassock was invited toward the altar. He turned fully into the light. Wrong face. Wrong age. Wrong eyes. He smiled at the congregation. Cassian almost never smiled."The mask felt slow to rise.”

The man asked. I looked at him with uncertainty. I wasn't sure if I should share my current situation with him or not. "Don't worry. You can actually tell me anything you want to. I am a priest and I am sworn to secrecy of anything I am told." He said. I was still unsure but I decided to tell him anyway. "It's about my wife." I said. "What about her?" He asked. "She just went insane some months ago. Each day I visit her in the mental asylum she doesn't recognize me. She looks at me as if I am some kind of a beast." I explained to the priest.

“And suck my cock. Then you’re free to go.” My face dropped. Then tightened. Dropped again. Tightened. I didn’t even know what expression to wear. Disgust? Shock? Rage? I sat there, frozen, hearing his words echo in my ears over and over again Strip. Suck. Free to go. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. “Strip?” I echoed, voice breaking through the stunned silence. “Suck you? you disgusting pig?” The chair scraped as I stood, barely aware that I was on my feet now, blood burning under my skin. “Over my dead fucking body. What the hell is wrong with you?” My voice cracked louder now. “The door better not be locked, Reverend.” My hand was already on the knob.