Reverend Insanity Wiki Novels & Stories

"I don't understand why you people only remember your God when you're in trouble. It just shows the hypocrisy that is lying in your systems. Nor do I understand why you obsess over someone you haven't seen! Do you even know your religion killed a lot of people? Remember the Crusade! If I were to count the deaths because of your silly beliefs, it would take me a million years, okay, that was an overstatement. The point here is if your God were real, haven't you considered the truth that he had killed more people than Satan? "Why do you people keep on shoving the idea of God or your religion against other people’s faces as if we are evil for not believing the things like you do, for not doing

"When was the first time your mother visited you?" "I can't remember." "It is impossible for your mother to pay you a visit after the ritual I performed in my shrine. I destroyed your past which prevents spirits from your past hovering around you to stop immediately. I put an end to restless spirits." "But I still hear voices. I still see and hear my mother. I also have weird conversations with a man in my head. A dark man that poses as my conscience." "Your conscience is part of you. It has nothing to do with your insanity. Still, I doubt what you say about your mother's spirit visiting you. It is impossible."

Alger read it clearly. Make haste before the full moon rises. "Do you have water for me to drink?" Alger asked as he felt uneven sweat drop from his forehead. "I have something better," the Reverend's boy replied. "Wait for me here." As Alger sat on the plush wooden chair and waited for the Reverend's boy to bring whatever he was planning on bringing, he felt a hunger for blood stir inside of him. Although the Revered had told him he could no longer see himself as the man he saw himself before, he did not find it easy to achieve as long as he still felt what he felt inside of him. As he waited, he imagined what it would be like to feel normal again, what it would be like to smell blood like

That was why Bartholomew had come to plead with Sebastian without any regard for his own pride. Sebastian frowned as he listened to Bartholomew. He shook his head and said, "Mr. Haye, please forgive me for being direct, but it's impossible for those who are insane to have such symptoms. They're either consistently insane or will suddenly be completely cured. It wouldn't be inconsistent. "Mr. Ballard, do you mean to say that…" Bartholomew looked at Sebastian in shock. "Perhaps it's Vacant Soul syndrome. Only those who have this condition act like that. When his soul is back in place, he'll be alert. When it's lost, he'll behave in an insane manner," Sebastian said very firmly.

With those things he recalled, the one who seems to be a leader is not that crazy. "How can you say that? What are the reasons" "If you are looking for evidence, I don't have. Believe me if you wanted to believe in me but what I am saying is about the things that I knew. That person they called Godl... he is truly insane. One time even slaughter one family who he find annoying. The police don't have any movement because of that because even them holds no power to restrain those people."

Even if he was in his seventies, there was an invincible air around him. “Your Highness, the Reverend.” “Your Highness, the Reverend.” “Your Highness, the Reverend.” Auster and the rest of the guardians rushed forward, disregarding the injuries on their bodies and kneeled in front of the man. So this man was the Reverend, leader of the Sacred Association! “A bunch of morons!” The Reverend was disappointed at the guardians’ performance. As guardians of the Sacred Association, how could they not crack the defense with all seven of them going at it?

His sinistic hungry gaze bored deeper into her afraid hazel ones as he leaned his face closer to her and finally her existence froze hearing his those words. "I am an insane sinner and I will ruin my Heaven with my insanity, "

Finally I swallowed and managed, “Are you kidding me, Bobby? You’re not actually gonna . . . ” Bobby shrugged as he continued to flip through the book. “I dunno. Looks . . . well, looks kinda interesting. Dad said this Reverend McIlvian was something else last night at church. Sorta makes me wish we’d stayed to check him out.” Astonished betrayal pierced me, but I covered it with my usual sarcasm. “C’mon, Bobby. Told you. Guy’s not any different than any other pastor or missionary or speaker that’s come through in the past ten years. It’s all the same bullshit we’ve heard before. This guy’s just flashier. It’s an act, Bobby. An act.”

He seemed completely out of it and was speaking incoherently as if he had lost his mind. "That damned woman almost crippled me! I hope she dies! "I didn’t report her to the police after she ran me over, but she didn't even bother to call me to check on me! I hope she goes bankrupt! Bankrupt! I curse her in the name of everything. I hope she goes bankrupt! "I'll place a hex on her! Bankrupt!" His repeated chants were turned into a joke online. "You've lost it! You should see a psychiatrist." "Someone, please tag the director of the mental asylum."

note that this is illegal. With a deep breath, Athena clicked on the files Jay had sent her, and a series of mugshots filled her screen. Five faces stared back at her, each with a haunting story to tell. The first inmate, Karam Abigal, sent a shiver down Athena's spine. The sheer brutality of his crimes, the annihilation of an entire family, shook her to her core. It was chilling to read that he suffered from depression and schizophrenia, mental illnesses that seemed to contribute to the unimaginable acts he had committed. His impending death in five months added another layer of gravity to the situation.