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Cursed Exorsict Divine Retribution
---**Chapter 6**The gentle rush of a plaster fountain mingled with the melodious notes of a songbird. Jeremiah sat in a lotus position, his eyes closed, while Karin observed the dark energy swirling around him. Her glasses glinted as she scribbled notes.“Excellent, Jerry,” Karin said, her smile warm. “You’re getting much better at controlling your malevolent energy.”As the aura around Jeremiah faded, he opened his eyes, their usual glow dimmed. He examined the sigil on his palm with a weary gaze.“If you keep this up, you might qualify for Exorcist recruit training. Are you alright?” Karin asked.“Yeah,” Jeremiah replied, reaching for his shirt hanging nearby. “It’s about the sigil, isn’t it? You used your grace again?”“Not that I have much choice,” Karin said, moving closer. “I once had a friend, Israel—Jerome’s older brother. Back when we were cadets, he had a fierce rivalry with Micah. Despite their differences, it was clear they cared deeply for one another.”“What does that
Cursed Exorsict Veil of Deception
**Chapter 7****Insidious Covenant Church**Rakael stood amidst a sea of mutilated bodies. The putrid smell didn’t seem to bring her back to reality as she stared at the empty sky. The rain washed the blood of her family from her face. Finally, she let out a deafening scream, muted by the downpour.“Rakael… Rakael… Rakael.”Rakael jolted awake, her heart pounding. A female voice called to her from outside.“Rakael.”“What?” Rakael barked, her voice hoarse.“The Lord summons all high members of the Church, and if I may remind you… you are one of them now,” the voice said, fading away.***Crimson drapes covered the long windows of the church. The choking aroma of incense filled the dimly lit room. A long wooden table separated the highest members of the church, six on each side. Veyan walked briskly into the room, taking a deep inhale of the incense. The other members rose upon noticing him, and he took his seat.“Glad you all could make it on such short notice,” Veyan said.“What’s th
Cursed Exorsict WITNESSES
---**Chapter 8****Saint Agnes Basilica Training Ground, Sancta Vertica**Jeremiah stood in the middle of the vast plain, Kaiky's vague instructions replaying over and over in his mind.“‘Create and condense,’ my ass,” he muttered as he crashed to the ground, landing on his butt before lying on his back, staring up at the dwindling sun."It's no use," he sighed, stretching out his hand as if trying to grasp the sun. “But I can’t give up. If I want to be as strong as Micah, I can’t stop now.”A glint caught his eye, a reflection from the bracelet Kiqutu had given him. He traced the inscriptions with his fingers.“She said this helps reduce Lucifer’s malevolent energy from leaking out of my body,” he murmured to himself. “Maybe this is what’s holding me back.” He immediately sat up. “But the last time I let his energy out, I almost died,” he said, slapping the thought away with both hands. “I have to take risks.” He slowly removed the bracelet, pausing as he stared at his hand.“Nothin
Cursed Exorsict The Fallen and the Faithful
**A COUPLE OF YEARS AGO****Saint Cecilia Sanctuary, Obsidian Citadel***The Cemetery*Solemn notes from a violin drowned out the muffled cries of those gathered before a freshly dug grave. A young Micah, Hana, Karlee, and Kiqutu stood together, holding a framed photo of their recently deceased friend, Israel, who beamed brightly in the picture. As the priest recited the final prayers, the casket was lowered into the ground. A young Jerome fell to his knees, slamming the earth with his fist as the violin’s notes reached a crescendo, then abruptly ceased.A slender man, dressed in a simple black tuxedo, walked briskly toward the grave. He muttered a short, silent prayer before turning to face the attendees, adjusting his glasses as he did.“Today, we lost another precious young soul, a member of this great church... my younger brother,” the man said, his voice steady. “I, Ecclesiastical Commander Jamiel Michael, head of the Saint Cecilia Sanctuary, pray that his humble soul will be acc
Cursed Exorsict Sacrificial Beginnings
---**Chapter 1**---The hoots of owls and the chirping of grasshoppers created a symphony in the dark night. Slowly, inaudible chants from a seemingly abandoned house became more distinct. Candles, scattered haphazardly across a dimly lit room, revealed a stone altar in the center. A blood-drawn pentagram encircled the altar. Two figures clad in black stood at the head and foot of the altar—one holding a skull and a golden grail, the other an ancient knife—both reciting chants:“Grande dio delle tenebre, eterno dio dell'inganno, ti preghiamo, ascolta la nostra preghiera.”The chant echoed repeatedly. Beneath the stone altar lay the lifeless bodies of countless children. Suddenly, the chant ceased, and muffled cries broke the silence. One of the hooded figures approached a dark-haired child, staring directly into the child’s teary eyes.“Jeremiah, I know you understand what is happening. Your father and I both love you with all our hearts, and I know you love us too, right?" she said
Cursed Exorsict Demon's Guardian
---Chapter 2---The world was once united, but after humanity consumed the fruit of the knowledge of good and evil, they were expelled from paradise. To prevent them from ever reaching the tree of life, the world was divided into Heaven, Hell, Purgatory, and the Material World. In the wake of this separation, the Material World became suffused with spiritual energy.---"Everyone, get behind me!" Micah commanded, his voice firm."This spiritual pressure... it's coming from him," Desmond muttered, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Jerome and Kari stood frozen, their eyes locked on the source of the malevolent energy."It's... it's a Devil!" Kari screamed, her voice trembling."Finally," Jerome said, summoning every ounce of courage. He dashed toward the silhouette."No, Jerome!" Micah shouted."Don't come closer!" Jeremiah screamed, his voice filled with fear.Flickers of flames erupted from the ground, the smell of sulfur and brimstone choking the air. A charred hand formed, n
Cursed Exorsict Bound by Fate
Chapter 3The van transporting Micah and his crew traversed a lonely road, flanked by withered trees, adding to the desolate atmosphere. The eerie silence inside the van was suffocating. Jerome impatiently tapped his foot, his anger evident. Kari sat with her hands clasped together, staring down, while Micah hummed along to the song playing on the radio.“I can't take this anymore! I don't understand why he is still coming with us,” Jerome finally snapped, breaking the silence.“I've explained over and over again: for now, Jeremiah is a special specimen who can be a valuable asset to the church,” Micah said without turning around.“A devil being an asset to the church? I doubt that,” Jerome scoffed. “If you hadn't interfered, I would've exorcised him then and there.”“Is that so? You think without grace, only utilizing divinity, you could take the demon down? Life is precious, kiddo; don't go throwing yours away,” Micah said, lighting a cigar before offering it to Desmond, who decline
Cursed Exorsict Insidious Covenant Church.
---**Chapter 4**To empower humanity against the overpowering invaders, four individuals prayed to Yahweh, and He granted them “Grace,” the power of angels.**Insidious Covenant Church, Sancta Vertica**A wooden door creaked open as a slender silhouette dragged Jerome's beaten and bloodied body across the cold concrete floor. The dimly lit room was filled with eerie chants and prayers from dark, hooded figures. Unperturbed by her entrance, the woman continued to pull Jerome toward a large inverted crucifix and demonic statue, surrounded by twelve chairs occupied by nine hooded figures.“Back so soon, Rakael?” a slouched, slender man asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.“What do you want, Henri?” Rakael responded curtly.“Nothing much, just eagerly awaiting your return,” he replied, his tall, gaunt figure looming over her. Rakael’s slit pupils met his abyss-like eyes as an evil grin spread across his face.“Aye, don’t go scaring the new girl, Henri,” a high-pitched voice called fro
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The Fallen and the Faithful
**A COUPLE OF YEARS AGO****Saint Cecilia Sanctuary, Obsidian Citadel***The Cemetery*Solemn notes from a violin drowned out the muffled cries of those gathered before a freshly dug grave. A young Micah, Hana, Karlee, and Kiqutu stood together, holding a framed photo of their recently deceased friend, Israel, who beamed brightly in the picture. As the priest recited the final prayers, the casket was lowered into the ground. A young Jerome fell to his knees, slamming the earth with his fist as the violin’s notes reached a crescendo, then abruptly ceased.A slender man, dressed in a simple black tuxedo, walked briskly toward the grave. He muttered a short, silent prayer before turning to face the attendees, adjusting his glasses as he did.“Today, we lost another precious young soul, a member of this great church... my younger brother,” the man said, his voice steady. “I, Ecclesiastical Commander Jamiel Michael, head of the Saint Cecilia Sanctuary, pray that his humble soul will be acc
WITNESSES
---**Chapter 8****Saint Agnes Basilica Training Ground, Sancta Vertica**Jeremiah stood in the middle of the vast plain, Kaiky's vague instructions replaying over and over in his mind.“‘Create and condense,’ my ass,” he muttered as he crashed to the ground, landing on his butt before lying on his back, staring up at the dwindling sun."It's no use," he sighed, stretching out his hand as if trying to grasp the sun. “But I can’t give up. If I want to be as strong as Micah, I can’t stop now.”A glint caught his eye, a reflection from the bracelet Kiqutu had given him. He traced the inscriptions with his fingers.“She said this helps reduce Lucifer’s malevolent energy from leaking out of my body,” he murmured to himself. “Maybe this is what’s holding me back.” He immediately sat up. “But the last time I let his energy out, I almost died,” he said, slapping the thought away with both hands. “I have to take risks.” He slowly removed the bracelet, pausing as he stared at his hand.“Nothin
Veil of Deception
**Chapter 7****Insidious Covenant Church**Rakael stood amidst a sea of mutilated bodies. The putrid smell didn’t seem to bring her back to reality as she stared at the empty sky. The rain washed the blood of her family from her face. Finally, she let out a deafening scream, muted by the downpour.“Rakael… Rakael… Rakael.”Rakael jolted awake, her heart pounding. A female voice called to her from outside.“Rakael.”“What?” Rakael barked, her voice hoarse.“The Lord summons all high members of the Church, and if I may remind you… you are one of them now,” the voice said, fading away.***Crimson drapes covered the long windows of the church. The choking aroma of incense filled the dimly lit room. A long wooden table separated the highest members of the church, six on each side. Veyan walked briskly into the room, taking a deep inhale of the incense. The other members rose upon noticing him, and he took his seat.“Glad you all could make it on such short notice,” Veyan said.“What’s th
Divine Retribution
---**Chapter 6**The gentle rush of a plaster fountain mingled with the melodious notes of a songbird. Jeremiah sat in a lotus position, his eyes closed, while Karin observed the dark energy swirling around him. Her glasses glinted as she scribbled notes.“Excellent, Jerry,” Karin said, her smile warm. “You’re getting much better at controlling your malevolent energy.”As the aura around Jeremiah faded, he opened his eyes, their usual glow dimmed. He examined the sigil on his palm with a weary gaze.“If you keep this up, you might qualify for Exorcist recruit training. Are you alright?” Karin asked.“Yeah,” Jeremiah replied, reaching for his shirt hanging nearby. “It’s about the sigil, isn’t it? You used your grace again?”“Not that I have much choice,” Karin said, moving closer. “I once had a friend, Israel—Jerome’s older brother. Back when we were cadets, he had a fierce rivalry with Micah. Despite their differences, it was clear they cared deeply for one another.”“What does that
Gathering Storm
---**Chapter 5****Saint Agnes Basilica, Sancta Vertica***The Chancel*Micah settled into a carved wooden chair, his posture rigid, as he faced Ecclesiastical Captain Daniel. Across from him, two figures cut imposing silhouettes. The first, a dark-skinned man with a polished bald head, wore the church’s deep blue uniform, a white cassock, and a red sash emblazoned with crossed swords. Beside him, a striking woman in a golden cassock, her blonde hair catching the light, eyed Micah with an inscrutable expression. Between them, a mahogany table gleamed under the stained glass mural of Angel Michael.Micah’s eyes flicked between the figures. “Why am I here?”“Micah, these are representatives from the head church,” Daniel said, his tone clipped.Micah's gaze settled on the woman. “High Inquisitor Riya and Inquisitorial Captain Ezra. You could’ve sent representatives.”“Being here in person should tell you the matter is of utmost importance,” Riya said, her voice a chilled whisper that cu
Insidious Covenant Church.
---**Chapter 4**To empower humanity against the overpowering invaders, four individuals prayed to Yahweh, and He granted them “Grace,” the power of angels.**Insidious Covenant Church, Sancta Vertica**A wooden door creaked open as a slender silhouette dragged Jerome's beaten and bloodied body across the cold concrete floor. The dimly lit room was filled with eerie chants and prayers from dark, hooded figures. Unperturbed by her entrance, the woman continued to pull Jerome toward a large inverted crucifix and demonic statue, surrounded by twelve chairs occupied by nine hooded figures.“Back so soon, Rakael?” a slouched, slender man asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.“What do you want, Henri?” Rakael responded curtly.“Nothing much, just eagerly awaiting your return,” he replied, his tall, gaunt figure looming over her. Rakael’s slit pupils met his abyss-like eyes as an evil grin spread across his face.“Aye, don’t go scaring the new girl, Henri,” a high-pitched voice called fro
Bound by Fate
Chapter 3The van transporting Micah and his crew traversed a lonely road, flanked by withered trees, adding to the desolate atmosphere. The eerie silence inside the van was suffocating. Jerome impatiently tapped his foot, his anger evident. Kari sat with her hands clasped together, staring down, while Micah hummed along to the song playing on the radio.“I can't take this anymore! I don't understand why he is still coming with us,” Jerome finally snapped, breaking the silence.“I've explained over and over again: for now, Jeremiah is a special specimen who can be a valuable asset to the church,” Micah said without turning around.“A devil being an asset to the church? I doubt that,” Jerome scoffed. “If you hadn't interfered, I would've exorcised him then and there.”“Is that so? You think without grace, only utilizing divinity, you could take the demon down? Life is precious, kiddo; don't go throwing yours away,” Micah said, lighting a cigar before offering it to Desmond, who decline
Demon's Guardian
---Chapter 2---The world was once united, but after humanity consumed the fruit of the knowledge of good and evil, they were expelled from paradise. To prevent them from ever reaching the tree of life, the world was divided into Heaven, Hell, Purgatory, and the Material World. In the wake of this separation, the Material World became suffused with spiritual energy.---"Everyone, get behind me!" Micah commanded, his voice firm."This spiritual pressure... it's coming from him," Desmond muttered, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Jerome and Kari stood frozen, their eyes locked on the source of the malevolent energy."It's... it's a Devil!" Kari screamed, her voice trembling."Finally," Jerome said, summoning every ounce of courage. He dashed toward the silhouette."No, Jerome!" Micah shouted."Don't come closer!" Jeremiah screamed, his voice filled with fear.Flickers of flames erupted from the ground, the smell of sulfur and brimstone choking the air. A charred hand formed, n
Sacrificial Beginnings
---**Chapter 1**---The hoots of owls and the chirping of grasshoppers created a symphony in the dark night. Slowly, inaudible chants from a seemingly abandoned house became more distinct. Candles, scattered haphazardly across a dimly lit room, revealed a stone altar in the center. A blood-drawn pentagram encircled the altar. Two figures clad in black stood at the head and foot of the altar—one holding a skull and a golden grail, the other an ancient knife—both reciting chants:“Grande dio delle tenebre, eterno dio dell'inganno, ti preghiamo, ascolta la nostra preghiera.”The chant echoed repeatedly. Beneath the stone altar lay the lifeless bodies of countless children. Suddenly, the chant ceased, and muffled cries broke the silence. One of the hooded figures approached a dark-haired child, staring directly into the child’s teary eyes.“Jeremiah, I know you understand what is happening. Your father and I both love you with all our hearts, and I know you love us too, right?" she said
