Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"It's nothing, maybe it's just because the weather is getting cooler and I haven't gotten used to it yet."

Samael took the tissue, blew his still slightly itchy nose, thanked him, smiled politely, made up a reason, and then turned his attention back to the menu in his hand, skillfully marking it.

"Florence steak, Roman devil chicken, Neapolitan roasted lobster, Bari turtle, Osbock beef shank, Zamagron salad, Milest pasta, egg and minced meat sauce, bacon and white bean salad, green pepper braised chicken... Let's start with these, I'll order more if it's not enough."

Isn't that enough?

The male waiter glanced at the customer in front of him with the look of horror one might give an elephant, muttering to himself.

However, out of politeness, the waiter didn't say much and tactfully took the menu and headed to the kitchen.

"Oh, by the way, could you please wake up a dry red wine for me?"

As the waiter was leaving, Samael raised his hand to order another drink, then quietly returned to his seat, patiently waiting and leisurely enjoying the afternoon sun.

It's impossible for me to work; it's never going to happen in my life.

He's a devil, not a babysitter.

What is the nature of a demon?

Freedom!

Unless it's a catastrophe that threatens to destroy the Earth, don't expect him to stay obediently in his office and work for the stability of the world.

History is a strange cycle; the only lesson humanity learns from it is that humanity learns nothing from history.

Over the years, wise rulers inevitably expanded their territories, but the success of one general was built on the bones of countless others. Incompetent kings, on the other hand, acted perversely, leading to widespread suffering among the people.

As civilization progresses, so too does the speed and efficiency of killing.

Humans die off generation after generation, times change, yet nothing changes.

Therefore, Samael would not bother with such common occurrences unless he personally encountered them or it was necessary.

Instead of worrying about these things, it's better to look at some erotic pictures and reward yourself.

"Your dishes are all served, please enjoy your meal."

Just as a certain deity was trying to excuse his pigeon behavior, a table full of various dishes was served one after another, emitting a rich aroma that made one's mouth water.

Samael didn't waste any words. He decisively picked up his knife and fork and tasted each dish with elegance and speed, silently savoring and evaluating them in his heart.

Italian cuisine originated from the courts of the ancient Roman Empire and has a rich culinary flavor reminiscent of Florentine cuisine during the Renaissance era. It is known as the "mother of continental European cuisine" and enjoys a high reputation worldwide.

The dishes primarily feature seafood as the main ingredient, complemented by beef, lamb, pork, fish, chicken, duck, tomatoes, cucumbers, radishes, green peppers, cabbage, and scallions. Common cooking methods include pan-frying, stir-frying, deep-frying, boiling, braising, or stewing. Garlic and dried chili peppers are frequently added, resulting in a slightly spicy flavor. The dishes are typically cooked to about 60-70% doneness, emphasizing the chewy texture, aiming for a slightly firm yet elastic feel, resulting in a rich, fragrant, fresh, just-cooked, flavorful, mildly spicy, and slightly chewy character.

It must be said that the local restaurant recommended by George, the owner of the coffee shop, is indeed exceptional; the chef has truly mastered the essence of Italian cuisine.

Furthermore, it gave him a vague sense of returning to the Pantheon in Rome, where he, as a prince, enjoyed the hospitality of the court.

Samael thoroughly enjoyed the meal, finishing off a table full of delicious food, and even felt a little unsatisfied.

However, considering the tolerance of those around him, the ancient snake suppressed its desire to continue eating, picked up a glass of decanted wine, and smelled and tasted it.

As the mellow liquor went down his throat, Samael turned to look at the sculpture on the cliff not far away, weathered to the point where only the base remained, its appearance completely altered, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions.

Time flies so fast.

Unbeknownst to many, a thousand years have passed since the War of the Holy Covenant.

Samael sipped his wine slowly, finishing the bottle in the late afternoon before happily getting up to pay the bill and prepare to leave.

However, as soon as it stood up, the ancient snake felt a sudden chill and couldn't help but sneeze repeatedly.

Strange, what's going on? Who's talking about me behind my back?

"Guest, there's a good hospital in the town ahead. Why don't you go and have a look?"

Just as Samael was muttering to himself, a shop assistant who came over to clear the table couldn't help but offer a helpful suggestion.

Faced with this kindness, the ancient snake nodded politely, then, aimlessly, got up and walked towards the setting sun.

Soon, a three-story white building, smelling of disinfectant, blocked the setting sun and came into Samael's view.

Surprisingly, we actually arrived at the hospital...

Samael rolled his eyes and muttered a helpless complaint.

"Buzz!"

Just as he was about to turn and leave, a strange vibration came from the air.

Meanwhile, dark clouds filled the sky, and thunderclaps echoed through the clouds. Accompanied by a fierce wind, gusts of dark energy, exuding malice and misfortune, seemed to be inexplicably drawn together in a certain direction.

The sounds of roars and maniacal laughter, mixed with the whistling of the wind, echoed eerily as twisted shadows moved through the gray mist.

As dusk deepened, the shadowy figure about to leave the hospital seemed to sense something, paused, and turned around. Its eyes, which initially appeared no different from those of a normal person, narrowed slightly, breaking through its disguise.

The ancient snake looked up at a hospital ward, its brow furrowing, its dark, vertical pupils opening and closing silently.

Chapter 119 The Lord of Hell! The King of Demons! (4.1k)

Rumble!

In the night sky filled with dark clouds, continuous thunderclaps struck one after another, and the wind howled and wailed.

The small town hospital, located in the eye of the storm, was surrounded by flying dust and dead leaves. The window frames creaked and rattled, and the entire building was torn and distorted into various deformed shadows under the flickering light.

"Wow..."

A loud cry of a newborn baby echoed in an elegant sanatorium room.

Suddenly, the figure sitting in a chair by the hospital bedside, accompanying the patient, was jolted awake from a half-dream state.

In the flickering lightning outside the window, a young priest with short brown hair, brown eyes, black boots, a robe made of Kevlar fiber, and a cross pendant on his chest, revealed the contours of his face and his fit physique.

"Let me do it……"

Hearing the rustling and soft coughing sounds from the hospital bed, the young priest frowned slightly, stood up, and picked up the crying baby from the cradle in front of the bed.

However, having little experience in raising infants, the priest's movements as he held the child were stiff and full of mistakes.

"Let me do it."

Some elderly women with white hair, unable to bear the sight of their daughter lying in the hospital bed, propped themselves up from the headboard, snatched their daughter from their husbands' arms, and gently held her in their arms. While humming a nursery rhyme, they picked up a warm baby bottle and tried to soothe their daughter's emotions.

But for some reason, my daughter is still crying incessantly tonight.

The white-haired woman who accidentally touched her daughter's skin changed her expression slightly and looked at her husband with some anxiety.

"Kiri, Karen is burning up. Is she sick?"

Upon hearing this, the young priest, who had been standing like a wooden statue in front of the hospital bed, seemed like a robot receiving a command. He stepped forward, picked up his daughter, whose skin was red and who was crying loudly, and examined her carefully for a moment. As if he had thought of something, his expression changed, and he turned his daughter over and removed her swaddling clothes.

Suddenly, several faint, strange red marks appeared in the young priest's eyes, and a subtle, peculiar rhythm emanated from them.

Stigmata!

In an instant, his early knowledge enabled him to make a clear judgment about the situation before him.

Stigmata, also known as holy wounds, are considered a supernatural phenomenon. They often refer to special scar-like marks that appear on the bodies of certain believers under certain circumstances, similar to those of the suffering Christ, and are often accompanied by stinging pain and bleeding.

In the scriptures of the Holy Church, such people are often described as natural-born saints with extraordinary spiritual and magical talents.

However, to the young priest's surprise, this situation actually occurred with his daughter, who was less than a month old.

In addition, as far as he knew, there were different categories of stigmata.

The exact function of this thing still needs to be observed and determined.

However, for Christians, the appearance of such a mark on their children is equivalent to receiving grace, which is probably good news.

"Kiri, how is Karen?"

Seeing her husband holding their daughter, seemingly lost in thought, the frail, white-haired woman on the bed felt her heart clench and anxiously inquired.

The young priest snapped out of his reverie and was about to organize his thoughts to tell his wife, who was also a Christian, when suddenly his expression froze, and his solemn gaze drifted out the window.

"Bang..."

At that moment, the hospital's tightly closed doors emitted a series of muffled sounds. The sudden vibrations and noises jolted the drowsy nurse on duty at the counter awake.

That's strange. Yesterday's weather forecast didn't mention rain tonight.

The nurse shook her groggy head, muttered a few words to herself, and then came out from behind the counter to find something to secure the swaying door.

"boom!"

However, as she approached the door, the violently shaking door was suddenly slammed open by a strong gust of wind. A fierce gust of wind howled into the room, and the sudden chill rushed in, making the nurse standing at the door almost lose her balance.

"Zizi..."

Immediately afterward, the corridor lights flickered on and off due to a strange electrical malfunction. The nurse instinctively turned around and her pupils contracted sharply. A chill ran down her neck, her hair stood on end, and her teeth chattered.

Within those eyes, which were almost shrunk to the size of pinholes, blurry and distorted shadows were clearly reflected in the interplay of light and shadow.

coming!

At the same time, as the lights outside the door flickered on and off, the young priest in the ward put down his daughter, whose cries seemed to be getting louder, and looked up at the distorted silhouettes in the corridor. His gaze instantly turned sharp and cold.

Now he understands the function of this holy mark.

The masochistic medium is a living demon detector. When she gets close to a demon, the demon will automatically reappear. If a demon appears around her, her body will react automatically, usually feeling pain as if she were injured, and she will endure it all by compatibility with and purification of the filth.

Therefore, this can also be called chronic demonic possession, so it is easy to attract the attention of demons.

Whether it was a stroke of luck or misfortune, the first appearance of the holy marks on his daughter's body attracted almost all the demons and evil spirits within a hundred miles. Such unexpected talent surprised even him, who was hailed as a genius.

boom!boom!

As the young priest pondered, a violent banging on the door echoed down the corridor, and menacing silhouettes peered through the cracks into the ward.

“Kirei…”

The wife, lying in her hospital bed, bit her lip tightly, coughed violently, and looked at her husband with worry.

"I have high hopes for Karen..."

The young priest remained calm in the face of danger, spoke softly, raised his hand to remove the cross pendant from his chest, kissed it gently, and then opened the black Bible to solemnly recite.

“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.”

He made me lie down in green grass and led me beside still waters.

He revives my soul and guides me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil.

Because you are with me.

As the Psalms of David were recited in Latin, flowing from the young priest's lips, black keys, transformed from pages of the Bible, materialized between his fingers and shot out in all directions, nailing shut the trembling doors and windows.

"Ow!"

In an instant, the black key, blessed by the holy words, ignited with golden flames, scorching the twisted shadows that invaded the ward, causing the demons to roar and retreat in fury.

Boom!

Accompanied by the shrieks of the demons, the night sky, filled with dark clouds, was filled with increasingly violent thunder, and bolts of lightning as thick as buckets descended from the sky.

The torrential rain poured down on the earth, and the lush trees outside the window seemed to be corroded by sulfuric acid. The leaves withered and fell, the trunks died, and a gloomy and filthy atmosphere permeated the air.

At the same time, a sickening thud and scratching could be faintly heard coming from the hospital basement.

The basement of a hospital is usually a morgue where the bodies of the deceased are stored.

Under the successive counterattacks launched by the demons, the golden flames burning on the black keys began to flicker, like a candle in the wind.

The young priest glanced back at his wife, who was holding their daughter on the hospital bed, his brow furrowed, and his speech quickened.

"Your rod and your staff comfort me."

You have prepared a feast for me in the presence of my enemies.

You anointed my head with oil, and my cup of blessing overflowed.

I will be accompanied by kindness and love throughout my life.

"I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever!"

As the sacred words were chanted repeatedly, the hospital room doors and windows, which were almost blown off, gradually stabilized.

However, the young priest's expression did not relax at all; instead, his brows furrowed even more tightly.

Because this is only temporary.