I made up myths in America

Chapter 58 Soul Perceiver

"Elliot Camorra, the third son of Carlo Camorra, deputy head of the Italian Mafia Camorra family, has been known to be intelligent and clever since childhood, displaying a strong talent for art and painting."

When the Los Angeles police launched an investigation into Elliott, he had already left his crowded and cramped rental house, taking only one of his favorite paintings.

The painting shows a sweet blonde girl in a white ballet skirt, performing an opera on the stage. The light shines on her. At that moment, the dancing girl in the painting smiles as bright as an angel.

Elliott, who left with the painting, actually went to a place not too far from the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, about 20 kilometers away. It was located in the San Fernando Valley northwest of Los Angeles, known as the "Hollywood of the porn industry."

There are more than 300 pornographic film production companies located here, producing thousands of exciting and thrilling international action blockbusters every year, providing indispensable spiritual food for men around the world.

Elliot's destination is a private club here - Soul Perception.

Just by listening to the name, you can tell that the people who come to join this club are not good people.

Rich second generation, producer, art master
This is a typical Hollywood Vanity Fair!!
Eliot, who had just arrived in this city a few years ago, still had the naive idea that his work was so good that it might be appreciated by the bigwigs in the industry, so he went through great pains to get a job as a waiter.

What he saw and heard here opened his eyes.

There is nothing these people can't do, including gathering people to attract fans and holding silver parties.

The industry bigwigs who usually appear glamorous in front of the camera, however, have a rotten smell in their souls here.

Finally, when a gay producer was about to attack him, Elliott knocked him down with a bottle, received a pair of silver handcuffs, and spent six months in prison.

It was also from that time that Eliot realized the essence of this city.

"But now everything is different."

Standing at the door of the club again, Elliot felt the power surging in his body, with a smile on his face, and walked in without hesitation.

"Sir, this place is invitation-only and not open to the public."

Two big black men with electric batons on their waists blocked Elliot's way.

But the next second, when Elliot turned his head and looked at them, there was a bang, and the two big black men felt as if their brains exploded, and countless evil and secret voices whispered in their ears.

Their pupils were dilated, their expressions were stupid, and their bodies stood still like statues.

Elliot, who was wearing a long black trench coat, ignored them and walked in. He soon saw a group of people in black robes, holding candles in their hands, holding a ceremony around something in the dimly lit club.

"You're not doing silver parties lately, are you joining a cult now?"

Elliot's smile widened when he saw this scene. He hid his body in the shadows and walked into the middle of the group as if no one was around.

At the same time, he finally saw clearly what these people were performing a ceremony around. It was an inverted cross with a strong Satanic style.

And tied to the inverted cross was a slender figure with both male and female characteristics.

Judging from Eliot's knowledge, this is definitely not Jesus Christ, but rather a bit like the Archangel King Baimon, who is in charge of science, art and secrets among the seventy-two demons.

"Great Lord of Angels, we gather here and call upon your name. May your power descend upon us, tear apart the false light, and grant us free will and supreme power."

At this time, these guys in black robes and holding candles in their hands had already begun to recite prayers in a serious manner.

And unfortunately, the person standing in front of them and leading them in reading was the gay producer who had attempted to anally rape Elliott a few years ago.

Even after so many years, Elliot still felt a surge of anger when he looked at his disgusting, greasy face. He extended his hand, a dark glint in his eyes. "Since you're so eager for the Evil God to descend, I'll help you."

"O Great Lord, King of the Angels"

Then, under the horrified gazes of the others, the 'old friend' who led them in this cult ritual suddenly melted like a candle.

The club, which was just holding a cult ceremony, suddenly became silent.

Everyone's faces turned pale in an instant.

After a few seconds of being stunned, screams were heard. The female singer closest to the producer was so scared that she collapsed to the ground, with her skirt wet.

Boom! !

Just as these people were running out in panic, the door of the club suddenly slammed shut.

The shadow on the ground began to wriggle and transformed into a terrifying and ferocious snake. It wrapped around the black rapper who was shouting the loudest and lifted him up high.

At the same time, Elliot appeared at the altar they had just gathered around, his eyes sweeping across the entire audience, and he said in a cold voice, "If you want to end up like him, you can continue."

"Ahhhhh!!"

Just as he finished speaking, the black rapper, who was entangled by the shadow snake, uttered the last sound of his life. His body was twisted into a ball and thrown to the ground like a garbage bag.

"Woo."

The noise in the club immediately stopped.

Even if someone couldn't control their fear, they raised their hands to cover their mouths tightly.

"very good."

Facing the fearful gazes of these people, Elliot opened his hands with great enjoyment, as if he could already smell the fear in the air.

He stepped into the air step by step, standing on the head of the giant shadow python, looking down at these Hollywood celebrities from above and said:
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am here today for only one purpose, to inform you that you have been chosen. From this day forward, your soul, wealth, body, and everything else belong to the Lord. Does anyone have any objections?"

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No one spoke, but Elliot could see resistance of varying intensity in their eyes.

"hehe."

Seeing this, Elliot smiled meaningfully, and suddenly raised his hand to control the shadow, sucking an older white man over.

He then activated another power bestowed upon him by Master Yanshi - flesh and blood transformation, consuming the already limited life potential in the old man's body, making him appear twenty years younger, as if time had gone back.

"Oh, God!!"

Seeing this miraculous scene, the eyes of these Hollywood celebrities were no longer full of resistance, but became extremely passionate.

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(End of this chapter)