Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

On the one hand, as an agent, exorcism is not his specialty; killing is.

On the other hand, hospitals are not natural faith bases like churches that amplify the Word of God. Instead, they are places where death, disease, and suffering converge, and where demons can unscrupulously absorb all kinds of negative power and become extraordinarily powerful.

However, his magical power was quite limited.

As time passed, the young priest's face gradually paled, the stigmata became clearer, and the feverish baby cried out in increasingly louder cries.

The fragrance emanating from a pure soul, enhanced by the prominence and rhythm of the sacred marks, is like an apple ripened prematurely; its sweet aroma grows increasingly intense, spreading on the wind like the most tempting bait.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

The demons lurking outside gathered in ever-growing numbers, frantically pounding on the doors and windows, scratching at the walls, as if they wanted to break through the barriers on the spot and devour the delicious food inside, skin and bones.

"Lord Jesus Christ, God of all creation, you gave power to your apostles, and in your name you conquered evil and overpowered all the power of the enemy. In your power, Satan fell from heaven like lightning. With a heart full of fear and trembling, I beseech your holy name to protect me from harm under your mighty protection!"

The young priest, holding a Bible and solemnly reciting prayers, retreated to the bedside amidst the flickering lights and increasingly loud banging on the door. He pressed the cross pendant he was clutching in his palm against his daughter's forehead, attempting to block the power of the stigmata through the prayer of the Holy Word.

"Buzz!"

However, the moment the cross touched the baby's forehead, the stigmata, which had also been fully activated by the demons, shimmered with light and erupted with a powerful impact under the influence of the medium of spiritual torture.

when!

Caught off guard, the young priest lost his grip on the cross, which snapped its chains and rolled to the ground.

"Crack!"

At the same time, the black keys nailed to the doors and windows snapped one after another, and one after another, humanoid evil spirits, lured by the bait, rushed into the ward. The temperature in the room plummeted, and frost formed all around.

"Roar!"

However, before these evil spirits could pounce on the innocent infant, ferocious phantoms, some with goat heads and human bodies, others with bull heads and human bodies, charged in, instantly tearing apart and devouring the evil spirits along their path.

Immediately afterwards, the smell of sulfur and fire filled the air, and the ferocious phantom that had just been feeding on evil spirits as appetizers began to stir in panic, its grotesque outline of several bat wings and sharp tails becoming increasingly clear.

The new wave of invaders, not yet fully revealed, accompanied by a hissing dripping sound, scalded the walls and windows with pools of scorching black asphalt. A fierce, burning wind blew in from nowhere, and the ink-like stains gradually eroded reality, projecting a scene of molten lava flowing into the purgatory.

The shadows of sickle-shaped horns appeared all around, along with the roars of dragons and the buzzing of flies.

For a time, demons danced wildly, and strange phenomena appeared one after another.

The series of unforeseen events gradually numbed the young priest in the ward, causing his emotionally deprived heart to clench violently, and his mouth to murmur dryly.

Lower-ranking demons... Middle-ranking demons... Upper-ranking demons... and... perhaps... even higher-ranking demons!

The man turned to look at the baby in his wife's arms, his face devoid of emotion, showing disbelief and shock.

This was no longer a demon detector, but a high-powered signal tower; she had summoned almost every demon in this land.

This child is hopeless.

Realizing that this was beyond human control, the young priest decisively put the swaddled baby back in its original place, calmly held down his struggling wife, and chose to give up. The shadows around them gradually enveloped the crying baby girl in the corner.

hum!

As the blazing winds of purgatory grew ever hotter and fiercer, clumps of dark, twisted ink were about to engulf the cradle. Glowing feathers, like black snowflakes, fluttered down, melting everything in their path, whether it was sulfur, lava, or asphalt. The distorted reality was instantly reshaped.

The black feathers that landed on the baby girl transformed into black snake-shaped marks, merging into her skin, and a terrifying aura spread outwards.

Suddenly, the air trembled violently, creating invisible ripples, like a heavy hammer striking the soul, sweeping in all directions.

In an instant, the large and small evil spirits and demons that had gathered here seemed to have encountered a terrifying natural enemy, letting out rat-like screams and scrambling to escape from the ward in all directions.

besides?

The young priest, sitting by the hospital bed, holding a Bible and holding his wife down, twitched his facial muscles violently and went numb at the sight.

He no longer cares whether his daughter survives.

Judging from the situation, it seems that even the couple will have to go to God tonight.

In a fit of desperation, the young priest stopped trying to stop his wife from protecting their daughter and got up to return the swaddled baby from the corner cradle to his wife's arms.

As if sensing the impending terror, the baby's cries grew ever louder.

"How about I give it a try?"

Just as the white-haired woman on the hospital bed was at her wit's end, a gentle and friendly inquiry echoed in her ears.

Looking up, a figure in the darkness, with a strangely friendly smile, gracefully walked across the broken doorway.

In a daze, the mother handed her crying daughter over, her long arms expertly and skillfully taking the swaddled baby into her arms.

Strangely enough, as soon as the hand was turned, the daughter's crying gradually stopped, and her flailing little hands held onto the finger that the person had extended, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Wait a minute, how could any outsiders possibly be allowed into the hospital at this time?!

However, after a brief moment of distraction, the couple snapped back to reality. Their gazes met the snake-like vertical pupils blinking in the darkness of the newcomer, and their eyes involuntarily contracted sharply.

Unless, He is not human!

"Oops, I've been found out. Well then, let me introduce myself."

The figure in the darkness grinned, a pleased smile playing on its lips.

"You humans have many names for me—the First Fallen, the Serpent of Original Sin, the Great Red Dragon with Seven Heads and Ten Horns, Satan, Samael… You may use whichever name you like."

As each resounding word was uttered from the man's mouth, a chilling aura instantly froze the souls of the couple.

He is... the King of Hell! The Lord of Demons!

Chapter 120 God-Father? (4.1k)

The next morning, the clouds dispersed and the rain stopped, and bright sunlight streamed through the doors and windows into the hospital, dispelling the gloom of the long night.

The nurse, who had been sleeping soundly with her head on her arm at the counter, woke up leisurely, yawned, and stretched her slightly stiff and sore neck.

I was on the night shift, but I slept soundly until dawn and even had a strange dream.

Dream?

The young nurse looked up at the corridor illuminated by the fluorescent lights and sunlight, and the tightly closed door. Her heart, which had been pounding wildly for no reason, suddenly felt a sense of security, and her emotions gradually calmed down.

Alright, it's time to go through the ward rounds.

As the clock struck the hour, the nurse snapped out of her reverie, picked up her tray and notebook, and began her rounds of the wards.

Strangely enough, the patients' conditions seemed more stable than usual, and even those who usually suffer from insomnia slept unusually soundly last night, which sped up the nurses' work.

At this rate, she'll be able to hand over her shift smoothly very soon.

As the event neared its end, the nurse pushed open the slightly swaying door and entered the intensive care unit at the far end of the top floor.

The room was as quiet as ever. Although the space was not large, it was very tidy. The ventilation window was half open, and a gentle breeze wafted through it. A bunch of hydrangeas in a vase swayed in the wind, emitting a faint fragrance that was refreshing and delightful.

The nurse's spirits were lifted somewhat, and looking at the couple nestled together at the head of the bed, she couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Most of the patients living on the third floor are critically ill, and this person is no exception.

Claudia Oldesia was born with albinism, a condition known as "albinism," which means she lacks immune function.

Therefore, even minor injuries can bring one to the brink of death; the body is like fragile porcelain, constantly riddled with wounds.

As a nurse, she has seen many patients with similar terminal illnesses.

Death is not actually the most terrifying thing.

The process of waiting for death is...

With current medical technology, unless a miracle occurs, there is virtually no possibility of a complete cure. The only option is conservative treatment, followed by a prolonged and agonizing wait for death to arrive.

This is undoubtedly a painful ordeal and a purgatory-like trial for the patient.

What's even more despairing is that this is a terminal illness that can bankrupt oneself and one's family.

The saying goes, "There are no filial children at the bedside of a chronically ill patient." When family members repeatedly invest their energy, emotions, and money only to receive no results, even the strongest bonds cannot withstand the repeated blows of reality and often lead to aversion.

Even the closest blood ties are like this, let alone husband and wife.

However, Claudia was undoubtedly lucky among terminally ill patients.

At least, she had a husband who loved her very much, a man from the East, Kirei Kotomine.

He never gave up on his wife's treatment, always showing extraordinary patience and tolerance, taking care of his sick wife day after day for years without the slightest complaint, and even seemed to enjoy it.

During the course of their treatments, the couple had their first child, Karen Oldencia, who was given her mother's surname.

Ordesia means hydrangea in Italian.

Native to the Mediterranean, the hydrangea is renowned for its evergreen nature, blooming even in the depths of winter. In the cold of winter, the sudden appearance of pink buds and white blossoms heralds the approaching spring.

Therefore, the flower language of hydrangea is—hope.

Those born under the blessing of this abundance of flowers are extremely patient and tolerant. They bring hope to many people and have a very rich life of their own.

This is probably what the couple hoped for in their daughter.

The nurse sighed at her fate as she turned her gaze to the corner of the wall, preparing to check on little Karen's condition that day.

Considering that the patient was breastfeeding, the hospital arranged for her and her daughter to share this ward.

As the nurse's gaze shifted to the corner, she was surprised to find a man with black hair and black eyes standing in front of the cradle, holding a warm baby bottle in his hand, smilingly playing with the one-month-old baby.

The little one, who is usually very resistant to strangers, was hugging the man's finger, giggling and looking unusually happy.

"he is?"

Staring at the unfamiliar face before her, the young nurse paused for a moment, then spoke instinctively.

Instantly, Claudia, who was being helped to her feet, and her husband Kirei Kotomine, both froze, their faces blank.

For some reason, the atmosphere inside the room suddenly became somewhat eerie.

“I am a friend of Kirei in Japan. I recently went on a business trip to Italy and heard that Claudia was hospitalized again, so I came here to visit her.”

The man's gentle words, spoken with a melancholy tone lamenting the hardships of life and a touch of sadness in his sincere emotion, instantly won the young nurse's favor.

The couple standing by the bed nodded in unison, but their movements were inexplicably stiff.

After briefly understanding the situation, the nurse checked the time, stopped thinking about it, and routinely checked on the patient in bed, a slight smile appearing on her face.

"Claudia, you look much better today. You can ask the attending physician to temporarily stop the IV drip."

Upon hearing this news, the usually stern caregiver paused, a hint of regret seemingly creeping into the depths of his eyes.

At this moment, the wife on the hospital bed took in her husband's somewhat indifferent, even strange, reaction. The joy in her heart was somewhat dampened, and she gently bit her cherry lips.

Fate, oh fate...

In the shadows, a pair of snake-like vertical pupils blinked slowly, as if silently shaking its head in a sigh.

To be honest, Kirei Kotomine wasn't a good choice.

Without external intervention, no matter how hard Claudia tried, the outcome would always be tragic.

Because this man has a serious psychological defect.

Naturally antisocial personality disorder, making it difficult to feel or experience love.

Over the years, after accepting this fact, Kirei Kotomine has made every effort.

A man who may not be able to comprehend morality but possesses common sense spends his youth overcoming this.

However, nothing was accomplished.

Kirei Kotomine's ascetic practices as an agent could not cure his suffering and all ended in vain.

Now, the malevolent soul, already standing on the edge of a precipice, is making its final attempt against a woman.

It's simple.

No matter what kind of person you are, absolutely no one has never fantasized about loving someone of the opposite sex and starting a family.

No one would dislike this stability or not hold onto these dreams.

Kirei Kotomine is no exception.

Although he couldn't feel this insignificant charm, he still hoped that it could be so.

He enjoys the happiness of an ordinary person and loves a woman.

Then, Kirei Kotomine, as if possessed by a demon, chose a woman with no future, namely Claudia.

This patient, ravaged by illness, has only a few years left to live.

Was it because of this kind of woman that she was chosen, or was this the only woman who could be chosen?