People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Inside the church, candlelight flickered.

The believers gathered together, whispering prayers around the central altar, trying to use the power of their faith to fight against the coming of darkness.

"Darkness has fallen. Do you think the divine messenger and the bishop will be alright?"

"Your Excellency the Bishop has led us in resisting darkness for so many years, how could something have happened?"

"That's right, that's right. Now that we still have the Divine Messenger, they can definitely destroy the witch."

"..."

Just as everyone was discussing in hushed tones,

"Squeak—"

The repaired door made a scraping sound as it slowly opened.

The believers hurriedly turned around to look.

The visitor was wearing a red overcoat with a black waistcoat underneath, the collar slightly open.

"It's the Divine Messenger!"

"The divine messenger has returned!"

The believers breathed a sigh of relief and their faces lit up with joy.

The fact that the divine messenger was able to return unscathed from this darkness filled with monsters is enough to prove his great strength.

They looked behind Suren, their faces showing confusion.

"My esteemed messenger, did the bishop not return with you?"

"Yes, Your Excellency, where is the bishop? Wasn't she there to guide you?"

Suren stood at the doorway, glanced at the assembled believers, and nodded with satisfaction.

It's good that everyone is here, so that no one slips through the net.

He walked to the center of the altar, and upon hearing the believers' questions, his face showed sorrow, and his voice was low:

"I have some bad news to share with everyone."

"In order to save you and quell the witch's wrath, His Highness the Bishop has resolutely chosen to perish together with the witch."

Suren made an awkward cross on his chest and sighed, "She died for you."

"What?!"

"His Excellency the Bishop...is he dead?"

The believers were struck dumb; some began to sob, some recited eulogies, but most looked on in disbelief.

Amidst this somber atmosphere, a sense of excitement was quietly spreading.

Since the bishop and the witch perished together, doesn't that mean...?

"And I have come to fulfill my promise and take you away from this hellhole."

Suren spoke up at the opportune moment, confirming their suspicions.

Upon hearing this, the believers' sorrow was instantly dispelled by joy.

Anyone can become a bishop, but you only have one life!

"Thank you, Divine Messenger!"

"Praise be to God! We are finally saved!"

Just then, an older believer of some standing stepped forward, pointed to the still-dark sky outside the window, and raised a question:

"My lord, now that the witch is dead, why hasn't the darkness disappeared? And how will you lead us out of here?"

Suren glanced at the believer with a hint of approval.

Good question. How can I keep fooling people if you don't ask me?

He cleared his throat, opened his arms as if to embrace the entire church, and proclaimed:

"Because this isn't an ordinary departure!"

"God, moved by the church's resistance to darkness for so many years, has entrusted me with a sacred mission."

"Today, I will lead this entire church to ascend to God's Kingdom! And you will be completely freed from earthly troubles, sickness, and the cycle of birth, aging, and death!"

"Ascension...to the divine realm?"

The believers' faces blazed with unprecedented fervor, which was far more tempting than fleeing!

Before Suren could continue speaking, a jet-black dark power suddenly surged from his body.

This force did not bring light; instead, it exuded a suffocating chill and resentment.

Darkness gathered before him, forming a smaller human figure—

A blue dress, a pale face, and dark pupils.

The believers' smiles froze on their faces, and their pupils contracted sharply.

Isn't this the witch they put on the altar years ago?!

"No...wasn't it said that the witch was dead?!"

"A divine messenger? What's going on?"

"Liar! You're an accomplice of the devil!"

Dark Alessa glanced back at Suren behind her, her expression puzzled.

Despite possessing immense power, her childlike mind makes it difficult for her to comprehend this man's perverse sense of humor.

However, she liked this approach.

"Feel the pain."

Aresa whispered.

The resentment that had been building up for decades suddenly erupted, and the floor in the center of the church shattered, revealing the hell below.

"boom--"

Scorching hellfire erupted from the earth.

Countless rusty iron wires grew wildly from the sea of ​​fire, dancing wildly in the air like venomous snakes.

Supported by these iron spikes, a rusty hospital bed was slowly lifted into the air above the church.

"Run! Run for your life!!"

"The door! Open the door! Damn it!"

The believers screamed, shoved each other, and complained as they surged toward the gate behind them.

"Pfft—"

A wire pierced through the chests of several believers in an instant, lifting their entire bodies into the air.

Then came the second, the third...

Blood fell like rain.

The person closest to the door finally opened it, revealing complete darkness outside.

What awaited him was a rusty broadsword.

The believer was split in two, and blood gushed out.

"ah!!!"

Screams, the sound of blades piercing flesh, and the crackling of flames mingled together, creating a symphony of hell.

Dark Alessa smiled amidst the rain of blood, dancing gracefully like an elf.

She was like a music conductor, spinning and waving her arms, each wave accompanied by the approach of death.

Meanwhile, Suren had already hidden in a corner of a high platform, arms crossed, as if watching an insignificant opera.

At his feet lay an old woman with disheveled hair.

"Alessa, what exactly have you done?"

The old woman raised her head, looked at her daughter lying on the hospital bed high in the air, and then lowered her head in anguish.

Why...?

"Why did she risk my life?"

Suren pursed her lips.

This is Dalia, Aresa's biological mother.

A woman who is both hateful and pitiful.

As a member of the church, she violated the doctrine by having an affair and giving birth to Alessa.

He claimed to love his daughter, but because of a man, he refused to reveal Aresa's biological father's identity, leaving Aresa to suffer the stigma of being an illegitimate child and endure endless humiliation.

People in the church despised her impurity, and Aresa resented her weakness and incompetence.

For someone like that, simply keeping her alive is the greatest punishment.

Suren ignored her, her gaze fixed on the blooming iron tree flowers in the distance, and sighed inwardly:

"Flowers blooming for revenge, how artistic... Of course, it would be better if we could get rid of those guys hanging on them."

……

After some time, the other world disappeared.

The interior of the church looked as if it had been repainted in red.

The walls, floors, and even the oil paintings on the altar were stained with blood, and the air reeked of a nauseating stench of blood.

Limbs were scattered everywhere.

Unable to bear the sight of believers being slaughtered by her own daughter, Dalia suffered a complete mental breakdown, staggered out of the church, and disappeared into the fog.

Suren jumped down from the platform, landing on the pool of black blood, and looked at Alessa: "How are you? Are you calm now?"

Aresa's blue dress was clean, without a single drop of blood on it.

The horrific bloodstains on her face faded as her resentment dissipated, restoring her pristine white appearance.

At least from the outside, the massacre seemed more like the work of Suren, and the black-haired girl was just an innocent angel.

She looked at the horrific scene around her and nodded.

"Alright, then let's keep our promise and take me to that man's Silent Hill."

"That's what Suren said."

Aresa stood still, not moving, just silently watching him.

Suren raised an eyebrow: "You're not going to go back on your word, are you? It's not good for a child to break a promise."