Reverend Insanity Light Novels & Stories

the man asked Bryce. Rever was drunk and couldn't even stand on his legs straight. He was enraged to hear the man's words and prepared a fist to throw at him. "You stinking pig! F***ing fat a*s!" blurted Rever. "I am so sorry! He is just drunk. I apologize on his behalf," begged Oriel, coming to make him stop. She supported him to stand straight and apologized a few times.

“Who knew that they were amongst the people who had fasted the violating stench cowering our homes. A church service was organized every Sunday inside the church. Reverend Ernest was the only priest in the parish, apparently the other priests had fled for their lives in the pretense of vocation outing when the civil war came to their doorstep. “Who blames the system when we are part of the subsystems” “It is only in the night that one cannot tell the difference between a black goat and night shadows”. Maybe – the people who we had expected to be role models will not lead the way but why do we have to sit still and pretend not to inhale the odious smell hovering in the air.

Eli just shook his head, mumbling something about feeling "fucking useless." Zeke made a decision then and there. He knew what Eli needed, a deeper dive into submission to purge the darkness, to reclaim control through surrender. "We're going back to the dungeon," he announced to the group as they finished their coffee. Delilah and Damien exchanged glances, a mix of concern and anticipation in their eyes. "Eli needs this. We're going to help him through it." Without waiting for protests, Zeke led the way, Eli following like a shadow, his steps hesitant but compliant.

Then she pulled out a battered deck of cards, slick with age and strange symbols scrawled across the backs. Inside, the hut was choked with incense and rot. Jars lined the walls, holding things better left unnamed, eyes floating, snakes coiled in cloudy liquid, the husks of spiders. Gideon tried not to gag. “This is madness,” he spat, his voice too sharp. The priestess’s head snapped toward him. Her one good eye blazed with fury. “Madness?” she hissed. “Madness be de white man wid de black heart. Madness build machines of death, clank and scream like devils. Madness chain de babies ‘fore dey cry, breed dem like cattle. Madness call itself savior.”

Dressed in his black cassock and a rosary tied up in his right hand, he stood beside Lucas. “Nothing, just inhaling some good air. It feels stuffy in my home,” Lucas answered as he pop out a smoke out of his pocket and lit it. The priest knows who he is. He knows Domus Malum, and he knows what kind of business they have beneath the church. Yet, instead of crucifying the devil out of their place, he encourages Lucas to find the light. Humans have their own ways of being insane, Lucas thought.

He has started going to the company again even though he wasn't able to focus on work much but still, to keep his mind busy he was even overworking himself. He even got severely sick last week because of continuous work and no break. His mother felt like crying seeing her son's condition. He looked messed up. He was restless and she knew he wants Catelin. Her absence had left a huge impact on his health. Now his parents finally understood. It wasn't just the treatment he needed. It was her as well. He got his sanity back but it was working properly because she was here. Near him. She is indeed His Sanity. Lucifer had to skip his company today because of being unwell. He slowly opened his tir

"Listen, you madmen! The Apocalypse is now! You will see what your flesh was hiding! You will find out what is beyond the horizon of the soul! Do you think you can avoid a fair trial?! You will not earn the Kingdom of heaven for any merit other than that of the Supreme Father! You will return to your homes, but you will not be able to claim salvation! Salvation is in God, and God lives in thoughts of him! Sergey Petrovich looked at the patients, orderlies, nurses, and doctors in complete bewilderment as they listened to the madman's sermon with reverence. - Nurse, what's going on here? Why haven't the patients taken the pills yet? "Because it will soon be over, for the cleansing is near," re

“What?” Let’s not antagonize her, Fletcher,” the man says then looks at me. “Olivia, I need you to relax and listen to me. You’re not crazy nor have you ever been crazy. I really am Henry Hull, this really is Fletcher and Adam. We’re not delusions and everything you think happened before the mental institution really did happen.” “No,” I say shaking my head. “You’re wrong. I’m having an episode. Another psychotic break.” I close my eyes. “This isn’t real. I am back at the hospital and this isn’t real.”

Then I turned towards the devil who was eyeing me, shamelessly. “Yes, Mister Remus James McQueen! Tell me what you want?!” I spit out with hatred and his lips stretched out in a devious smirk.

He thought loudly. He was still in deep thought when the light in his office went off. It became so dark that he was gripped by fear for the first time in his life. Well, electricity sometimes fails… he shook the fear off, "Flying dragon?! Lee!! Someone come right away and check these fûcking lights! Fuck it!!" He cursed. He tried hard to calm himself down but it was impossible when he heard the door open and his eyes widened when he saw that the intruder wasn't any of his men.