From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 15 Believing in such stories

The flames, fueled by the sacrifice of blood and heart, appeared eerie and ghostly.

Normally, these damp things should extinguish the flames when thrown into them.

However, it was quite obvious that, with Ivan's prayers, the flames burned even more intensely.

Not only was it intense, but black flames gradually separated from the red flames.

The flames continued to burn, but the crackling sound of burning wood that should have been heard suddenly disappeared, and the entire space became silent and profound.

Within the black flames, a wisp of mist gradually rose, transforming into a peculiar human figure before Ivan.

His lower body was in the form of smoke, but his upper body gradually revealed a human form.

His face was covered with black lines that surrounded his eyes and extended down to his cheeks, revealing his incredibly cruel appearance.

Upon seeing this, Ivan immediately knelt down, saying, "Thank you for your blessing, Your Majesty Kokata!"

“You are not yet qualified to call me Your Majesty!” Kokata said, narrowing his eyes. “But every sacrifice must end, and every prayer must be rewarded. What do you want?”

Ivan dared not say anything. This sacrifice was a mission, not a request, so he should have remained silent.

But when he saw the bodies of his wife and children, and not wanting to miss this opportunity, he could only kneel down again.

"Please forgive me, I want my wife to have a chance to come back..."

Seeing this, Kokata narrowed his eyes; his image burning in the flames seemed to be burning the hearts of the believers before him as well.

This was certainly not fake, and Ivan's body immediately contorted.

Immense pain was evident on his face. He couldn't even speak, and he collapsed to his knees, writhing and thrashing like a maggot.

Five minutes later, he recovered from the pain and saw Kokata with an indifferent expression.

Only then did he realize that the deity before him was the god of death and sacrifice, and also the god of war who controlled violence and destruction.

To plead with Him to spare one's wife's life is to defy Him!

"Your will is stronger than I imagined! Since you have endured the pain of the sacrifice, I will grant your wish!"

Kokata raised his hand, and a special light gradually ignited in the flames of the torch burning in his hand.

In the firelight, a woman's face quietly appeared!
"Lyra!" Upon seeing the woman's face, the man, who hadn't uttered a sound even amidst the terrible torment of his soul, burst into tears at lightning speed.

He stared at the woman's face in the flames, his body trembling. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry... I... I couldn't protect you..."

His tears streamed down his face, and the woman caught them, reaching out from the flames to caress her lover's face.

"Ivan... my love... I don't blame you, you must be well, darling, I love you!"

The woman vanished from the flames, leaving behind an empty torch and a god watching the scene with an expressionless face.

Kokata pointed at Ivan with his spear. "Her soul will not be placed in the land of the dead. You know what that means!"

Ivan's previously dim eyes suddenly lit up. Kokata was the god of sacrifice and death, holding the power of death!
In Mayan mythology, souls that do not reach the land of the dead are naturally considered to have the potential for resurrection.

Ivan immediately knelt down without the slightest hesitation, "I am your most loyal servant, and will become the sharpest spike on your obsidian spear!"

Although he knew this might be a pie in the sky, even if it was a pie, he had to obediently swallow it without complaint.

“Very well! Then, let’s hold a grand ceremony!” Kokata said. Soon, the fire died down, the figure of the god disappeared, and the man, carrying the woman’s body, walked out of the “Red Mansion.”

The screen ends.

"Click!" San Diego Police Department Deputy Chief Pierre White turned off the projector in front of him, looking at the officers, sheriffs, and detectives around him with a headache.

What was just played was the surveillance footage that the city police retrieved from this blood-soaked building.

The surveillance footage was very well preserved; almost everything was frighteningly clear.

Pierre rubbed his burning temples, feeling that his social values ​​had been severely damaged.

"So, the Grey Wolf Gang was wiped out by one person, right?" he said.

“Yes, sir!” said the officer in charge of the case. “When we got there, everyone was hanging there, strung up, and no one was alive.”

Pierre thought of the photos he had just seen, and of the Grey Wolf gang members hanging around like skewers of meat, and felt a wave of nausea wash over him.

He boasted that he had seen many different scenes on the border, but he still couldn't accept this kind of scene.

"Moreover, there wasn't a single drop of blood in those bodies, nor were there any traces of blood on the ground around them, as if..." the officer continued, "...as if they had been drained dry by something!"

Upon hearing this, Pierre felt a buzzing in his head, and he felt completely disoriented.

After a long pause, he said, "I understand! Seal all this information, make it top secret, have everyone sign a confidentiality agreement, and subject them to a week of psychological counseling and administrative control!"

"Yes!" Everyone nodded in agreement before leaving the conference room.

Such secrecy is certainly necessary. The scene that just appeared in the footage, whether it was blocking bullets, deities, or sacrifices, was far beyond their imagination!

The things that cults used to deceive the public have suddenly become reality. Once they are exposed, they will surely cause endless social unrest!

Moreover, most of these things are true now.

Pierre removed the storage device containing the video, carefully placed it into a suitcase, and locked the suitcase in a safe next to him.

"Why hasn't the chief come back yet..." Pierre just wanted to give up. He was just a policeman who was about to retire, so why were they suddenly making things so complicated for him?

But thinking about what was happening in Vespuchy, Pierre was speechless. Could he really say that a messenger of "the Lord" was less important than a murder case here?

Even if this murder case is related to Native American gods.

Of course, he couldn't say that; he could only stare blankly at the documents in his hand.

In addition to these surveillance videos, there are also reports from police officers about the scene.

For example, the corpses impaled on wooden and iron rods, the shattered body parts at the doorway, the two bonfires in the three-tiered sacrificial scene, and the bullets that hit the man but fell off.

Each and every one of these events has proven a great deal to him.

But Pierre couldn't really do nothing. He looked at the printed image of the god in the smoke in the documents in his hand and made a phone call.

"This is the San Diego Police Department. I'm Deputy Chief Pierre White. Could you please find your professor of folklore and mythology at your university?"

"Yes, yes, he should focus on Mesoamerican mythology. We have some cases that require his cooperation."

A man in Pierre's position would never have believed in God or such stories, but what he was faced with forced him to believe!

(End of this chapter)