Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"My Lord and God, I offer you my sincere faith with this very body!"

"Kiri, you're wrong again."

However, the devil's reaction once again surprised the priest.

"First, people don't need to depend on God; you yourselves are the new God of this age. Second, God is just a common energy source in the world, which people can use for their own purposes..."

Samael smiled and casually recounted the essence of the world.

Indeed, it is.

God is dead, the gods have vanished, and humanity, standing on the earth, is the new sun.

The foundation of the entire land was built upon the remains of Old Horse.

Every time the church's agents use divine magic, it is actually equivalent to extracting and using the spiritual essence of the old man, which is strictly speaking similar to grave robbing and is a form of blasphemy, completely devoid of piety.

Unfortunately, due to his limited understanding of the truth of the world, Kirei Kotomine was unable to appreciate this absurd pleasure.

However, the man who had once been indifferent to everything and whose heart was empty listened with unusual seriousness, even though he had not fully grasped the meaning of the devil's whisper.

He felt more patient and interested in sermons than he had ever participated in at church.

At the same time, they became even more devout.

The wicked priest gazed with an almost burning intensity at the deep, mesmerizing darkness before him.

"Third, and lastly and most importantly, there is no need to offer sacrifices to me, nor to kneel before me..."

But what greeted him with the fervor of those who converted was the devil's mocking gaze and knowing attitude.

"Because Satan doesn't care about faith!"

Kirei Kotomine was once again stunned by this unexpected answer.

So this is what a demon is;

We must encourage people to satisfy their desires without causing them to become addicted!

So this is Satan;

We should love ourselves, not God!

Years of religious life made the priest feel for the first time how colorful and vivid the names in the Bible were, and for the first time how full of life the sculptures in the church were.

Praise be to you, my Lord Satan, the truest darkness in this world!

Kirei Kotomine slowly rose from the ground, placing one hand on his chest as a sign of respect. He did not kneel, but his devotion was unprecedented.

And the corners of her lips, which unconsciously turned up, were brewing with immense pleasure, outlining a wanton curve.

However, his reverence for this new god made him try his best to remain restrained.

Samael glanced at Kirei Kotomine's facial muscles as he poured himself a bowl of chicken soup and spoke casually.

"Laugh if you want to. Nobody's stopping you."

"Hahahaha! What kind of faith have I had for the past twenty years?!"

These words seemed to unlock the floodgates of the priest's long-suppressed emotions, and a hearty laugh burst forth from his chest. The foul language he uttered was a scathing and sarcastic jab at his seemingly respectable but secretly filthy colleagues.

Samael did not stop Kirei Kotomine's crazy reaction in the slightest. Instead, he picked up the chicken soup and calmly watched the show while enjoying Claudia's cooking.

Religion often begins as a means of human enlightenment.

However, with the changing times and the increasing weight of selfishness, more and more shackles and distortions have been placed on this thing, turning it into a tool for controlling thoughts and suppressing the self.

Why do priests love little boys?

Why do eminent monks favor consecration services and real estate?

To put it bluntly, the strict rules and regulations have suppressed human nature for too long, causing a more intense backlash.

However, many people know that the Son of Man was married and had two children. The Ten Commandments do not contain a requirement for chastity.

As a result, clergy were forced to abstain from sex and marriage.

How many people know that the original purpose of incense sticks was to repel mosquitoes in the wild, make it easier to fall asleep, and to pray?

As a result, they became tools for temples and Taoist monasteries to amass wealth under the guise of worshipping gods.

How many people know that Buddhism originally did not prohibit eating meat?

Back when Shakyamuni Buddha was spreading the Dharma in India, the land there was mostly sand and water, so grass and vegetables couldn't grow. Therefore, when monks went begging for alms, in order to make it convenient for sentient beings to receive food (they would eat whatever was given to them without being picky), there was no rule against eating meat. The only rules were that they were not allowed to drink alcohol or eat things like onions and garlic.

The reason for this is that alcohol can cloud one's judgment, and strong-smelling foods like onions and garlic are easy to eat in an unseemly and offensive manner.

When Buddhism was first introduced to China from India, there was no rule prohibiting monks from eating meat.

However, for monks, not all meat can be eaten freely; it must be "five kinds of pure meat".

The so-called "five pure meats" refer to meats that are "not seen being killed, not heard being killed, not killed for me, died of natural causes, or were mutilated by birds."

"Not seeing the killing" refers to meat that was not slaughtered by monks; "not hearing the killing sound" means not being able to personally witness the slaughter of meat by others; "not killed for me" means meat that was not slaughtered because of monks; "dying of one's own life" refers to meat from the end of the lives of ordinary people; and "bird remains" refers to the meat left behind after ordinary people have been preyed upon by the strong.

This is not hypocrisy, but a manifestation of compassion.

Until the Northern and Southern Dynasties period, Emperor Wu of Liang, Xiao Yan, believed in Buddhism and vigorously promoted vegetarianism and abstaining from meat, thus establishing the rule that monks "do not eat meat" throughout the country.

As a result, the stricter the rules became, the more the atmosphere in the temple deteriorated, and the precepts that were originally upheld were completely broken.

Therefore, religions that deny selfish desires and suppress human nature often lead to the distortion of people's hearts.

Therefore, Kirei Kotomine's antisocial personality disorder has worsened over the past two decades, which is inextricably linked to the oppressive atmosphere of the church itself.

Rationally speaking, he needs to face his desires and shortcomings squarely and receive proper guidance, rather than being simply restrained and blocked.

In that case, once that long-suppressed distortion is released without restraint, Kirei Kotomine will face an irreversible collapse and fall.

As Samael's thoughts returned to normal, the priest, having finally vented his emotions, also stopped laughing wildly, and his mood gradually calmed down.

"Snapped!"

Just as Kirei Kotomine was enjoying the unbridled pleasure of his first act of self-liberation, a bulging plastic bag was thrown into his arms, bringing him back to reality.

"what is this?"

The priest opened the bag, looked at the boxes and jars inside, which were full of them, and then looked in surprise at the Demon King who had rushed to eat at the table.

"Valproate, carbamazepine, olanzapine, quetiapine, aripiprazole..."

Samael picked up a piece of tender chicken, slurped it down, and answered casually.

Although he had some understanding of the Demon King's unconventional behavior, the strange names of the medicines he heard and the colorful packaging boxes in his hands still left Kirei Kotomine completely baffled, prompting him to ask questions.

Why are you giving me these?

"Antisocial personality disorder is an illness, and it needs treatment!"

Samael quickly finished a bowl of chicken soup, rolled his eyes, and gave a snort of annoyance.

"These are medications for treating mental illnesses. They can help stabilize your emotions. I bought them recently."

A demon goes out to buy medicine for a priest? What kind of hellish joke is this?

As a cup of hot water was pushed towards him from the other side, Kirei Kotomine, whose nerves had been repeatedly stimulated and were already somewhat numb, twitched the corner of his mouth. Under the scrutiny of the ancient snake, he obediently followed the doctor's instructions on the note in the bag and stuffed a handful of pills into his mouth and swallowed them.

After completing his supervision, the demon's slightly tense face relaxed, and he smiled with satisfaction.

The priest put down his teacup, glanced at the medicine bag in his hand, and seemed to have thought of something; his eyes flickered mysteriously.

"If I chose to kill Claudia, what would you do?"

"What do you think, Kirei?"

The ancient serpent slowly raised its head to look at the Satan followers before it, its smile radiant.

With just one glance, Kirei Kotomine felt his body and soul freeze instantly, every hair and every muscle trembling.

Satan represents desire, not unrestrained desire.

A soul that is consumed by flaws is worthless.

In hell, they are often the ones who are executed.

This is a game against him, and also a test for him.

As the clues gradually came together, the real answer slowly emerged in the priest's mind.

"Alright, as a reward for clearing the game, I'll also tell you a secret."

The ancient snake snapped its fingers, turned its head to look at the sleeping figure in the bedroom, and a pleased smile appeared on its lips.

"On the day she was discharged from the hospital, I could have cured Claudia, but she refused. Guess why?"

Kirei Kotomine pursed his lips, looked down at his hands, and remained silent. A strange emotion welled up in his heart, but his expression remained cold and stern.

At this moment, the demon, having eaten and drunk his fill, seemed to have thought of something. He patted his head, stood up, and pulled something out from the inside of the wardrobe through the open gap, a pleased smile playing on his lips.

"Oh, I almost forgot, she's still here, with a camera."

"..."

In an instant, realizing that his frenzied behavior had been recorded by the machine in the wardrobe, Kirei Kotomine's stagnant emotions suddenly broke down, and his cheeks twitched violently.

So, is this considered revenge?

A question mixed with frustration entered my mind.

But then, the priest, who had been ridiculed by his accomplices and left with a dark history, was not angry. Instead, his twitching face slowly transformed into a strange smile.

How dare a weak rabbit throw a punch at a lion?

A dying woman, instead of trying to save herself, made a deal with the devil before him, personally throwing stones to disrupt her monotonous life.

Claudia, I must admit, you are more interesting than I expected.

Kirei Kotomine turned to look at his wife, who had personally planned this revenge but was now sleeping peacefully in the bedroom, and a pleased smile appeared on his lips.

Although it has no meaning, it is not without value.

Now, he's starting to look forward to the future.

Chapter 124 Mapo = Pleasure?

Time flies, the years are like a shuttle.

Several years later, in a small coastal town in Italy.

A gentle sea breeze, carrying salty moisture, swept across an elegant courtyard with a refined design and furnishings reminiscent of ancient Rome, where carefully trimmed flowers and plants rustled softly.

Under the shade of a tree, a figure wearing a black eye mask and looking relaxed, rested his head on his arm, comfortably lying flat on a hammock swaying in the wind, enjoying the midday sun.

From a distance, it presents a harmonious and leisurely home scene.

However, looking down from the hammock, you'll find that, out of nowhere, a mischievous little head has peeked out from among the dense foliage, curiously peering down with its golden pupils brimming with excitement.

After a moment, confirming that the target was fast asleep, the sneaky little thing emerged from the lush greenery, stood in front of the branch, aimed at the hanging hammock, found the right angle, and slightly swung its arms, getting into position, ready to put on a spectacular soft landing.

"Karen, you don't want your butt anymore, do you?"

But before the little guy's brilliant idea could be realized, the man on the hammock slightly raised his hand, pulled open the black blindfold a crack, and stared at the restless little guy on the tree branch with his narrowed, vertical snake eyes.

"Godfather, good afternoon. My mother asked me to call you for lunch."

Instantly, the little devil who had been eager to try something changed his expression, adopting a well-behaved and adorable posture, and revealing a bright and innocent smile.

Have a meal?!

Upon hearing this familiar signal, the snake, which had been lying there like a corpse, instantly perked up, decisively jumped off the hammock, and excitedly ran towards the kitchen.

Have you forgotten me?

Little Karen, left on the tree, stared at her heartless guardian who had abandoned her to go eat. Her tiny, silvery teeth clenched together, and she grabbed a branch covered in lush green leaves, roughly plucking it off and sitting down angrily, clutching it in her palm.

Even so, the little girl's frustration remained.

The little girl angrily tormented the innocent tree branches, muttering maliciously with each leaf she plucked.

"Pigs, garbage, pigs, garbage, pigs, garbage..."

Soon, a once lush and leafy vine was reduced to a bare state by Little Karen's ravages.

Just as the young girl, still angry, was looking for another outlet for her frustration, a tender twig was offered to her from behind.

Karen instinctively took it and continued the unfinished game.