Chapter 336 – The Fallen Saint (2)
The bride in front of her was quite different from the bride in the illusion.
Instead of the bride who looked like a fattened boar, the one sitting in the dark was a bone-to-bone look. Their impressions were different, and their eyes were different.
He was a different person.
“Sit down.”
A voice like scraping metal.
The priest pointed at an empty chair to Seo-jun.
However, Seo-joon drew his sword and only looked around at his son-in-law with a gloomy gaze.
I don’t see any fetishes on the hemp.
The one who created the illusion is—you mean that guy—?
Looking at the bride again, Seo-joon murmured.
“You must be pretty tired.”
His energy was similar to that of Seo-jun.
But I was tired.
If he attacks right away-, it wouldn’t be strange if he died with a single sword.
The priest did not deny it.
“It’s because of that kid.”
“…A nun?”
He smiled
Between the red lips, as if soaked in blood, white fangs were exposed.
“I-I haven’t been to this city in a while. It was 3 years ago. I was assigned here after hearing that my predecessor had died. I was young then, and excited to spread the teachings of the Holy Ghost – to the Free City, where the Holy Church’s influence was weak. It was the overzealousness of my childhood.”
The priest started talking.
Seo-joon wonders if this bastard is wasting his time- he thought for a moment. But that didn’t seem to be the case.
It was not a state that could be recovered by taking some time off.
It seemed that the strength of the whole body was excessively drawn out. The condition was not good, like an old tree that withered after exhaustion.
“I was even surprised. I was shocked. It wasn’t just the predecessor. Corruption was rampant in the Galatea branch itself. Praying during the day – nuns spread their legs at night. The nuns told me when I came. How many minutes are you coming today? Shall we clean the back today? I don’t think I can do it because I’m on my period today, Father-.”
He giggled as he said that.
What Seo-jun just saw was also-, it would be only a part of it.
Said the priest.
The predecessor raped the girls.
He mercilessly trampled on and soiled the young, immature flowers.
When he wasn’t enough, he had her nun revive her hymen and raped her again. He repeated it.
And so on and on until the girls are old and out of sight of the bride.
The girls were orphans who had been taken over by the Holy Church.
The orphans had nowhere to tell what had happened. The children had no parents or anything.
The priest could not be accused.
I had to worry about the bread for tomorrow. More than the pain of danggeum, I was more worried about tomorrow’s hunger.
If he was out of sight of the priest, he had to be confined to a cramped cell for three days and nights.
Once in and out of the place, even the children who used to cry in a clean way stopped crying. Even the rebellious children became quiet.
The priest tamed the girls like that. Like cattle -.
Among them, those who were bright and obedient were kept as nuns, and those who were nothing were sold cheaply to prostitutes.
She-, barely escaped from the bride’s clutches.
It was because he was too old. In terms of brides, I mean.
But the girls, whom she regarded as her own sisters, were called every night to the bride’s chambers.
In the late morning, the girls who came out in tears- the nun had to heal every day.
She was forced to heal those wounded children.
She was made into a body that could be hurt again—a clean virgin.
The filth was washed away – and the man was returned to an unknown body.
But the girls weren’t happy.
Every time they saw the light of the Holy Ghost—the children closed their eyes tightly.
It wasn’t because it was blinding. Faced with the blessings of the Holy Ghost, they cursed the light instead.
And that feeling was felt by the blind nun. She felt it very clearly.
That reluctance-, that sadness-, that despair-.
And anger.
All the five desires and seven passions that had nowhere to go were directed at the nun.
The nun knew she was slowly rotting inside of her—but otherwise she couldn’t help it.
It was for her own comfort and-. If she didn’t heal, she was for the children who would be dumped by her roadside the next day.
“Do you know that? When one of the five senses disappears, the other senses are bound to become stronger. That was the case with her. She who lost her sight—has been abundantly blessed by the Holy Ghost. To be sure, she has the qualities of a saint. It’s clear.”
At the words of the vampire priest- Seo-joon let out a drool. Thanks to that bastard’s words- I guessed the identity of the nun.
Fallen Saint – Vivian.
Later, she was one of the giants that occupied one axis of the five demon kings.
Demon of Corruption -. Demon King Lucifer’s right hand -.
She never dreamed that she would be there now.
Was there a reason why the tower demon suddenly collapsed the mage tower?
Or is this just part of a larger purpose?
“When the brightest star disappears, it becomes the darkest. What is the scene of a saint who has been ordained by the Holy Ghost becoming stained with evil? Isn’t it really beautiful?”
The bride’s eyes darkened.
The smile on his lips was like that of an artist looking at a masterpiece he had poured his life into.
After sweeping his hair, Seo-joon twitched at his toes and pondered.
Should I kill this guy or not?
I’m sure I’ll kill him anyway, but I had something to ask.
I’ll have to check that out.
“What is the nun’s name?”
“Vivian.”
First of all, Vivian is right.
“Why did you fall? Isn’t it your job to translate the word of God?”
“You must have seen the vision of your predecessor. There is no exaggeration in her memory. She was in so much pain—belief seemed to be breaking down. Even a woman who has been blessed the most by the Holy Ghost is like that- how can I, a pathetic person, go against the reason?”
“So that means you’re a dick.”
The bride smiled white, baring her fangs.
“Yes. I was just a mediocre human being. But Vivian is different. She fed her all my magi. In addition to that, she fed the blood of these Holy Church nuns. All without leaving a single drop. Representative of the Heretic Questioner, it’s not too long now. The moment the blood demon awakens – Vivian will break out of her egg -. She would be his companion – and the offspring they bore would stain the world with blood. The false world shatters like a glass bead – only then the truth is revealed.”
In case someone wasn’t a fanatic, he was still talking nonsense even after he fell.
A religious man is a religious man.
Seeing only those who make a living by robbing their snouts, Seo-joon became grumpy for no reason.
Somebody fuck- in the yard sucking grandma’s ass to earn a coin-.
I gave strength to the hand holding the sword and walked towards him.
The guy seems to be welcoming- he lays down on the backrest. When he closed his eyes, he was no different from a corpse.
“Ohh- is rest coming?”
Rest in peace-
Seo-joon pierced the guy’s heart.
Gurreuk – Dark red blood leaked out from his teeth.
“How can I get Vivian back?”
“.. Hehe-. Does not exist. She will replay her own nightmares over and over again. She’s not even a nightmare. She just faces back to what she actually went through. Cool Cool-! Kheuuuuu…, That alone- she will be stained with evil herself. Her suspicious cancer ears in her heart will make her that way.”
Is that so-.
Without hearing anything more, Seo-jun swung his sword and cut his throat.
A fountain of blood shot into Seo-jun’s face.
I roughly scrubbed my face with the hem of my clothes and then trampled the guy’s cleft with my foot.
I stepped on and trampled on until my brain was crushed.
Whoa-
Standing up from his seat, Seo-jun headed back to where the nun—or rather, the saint.
She didn’t know yet whether she would become a saint or a fallen saint.
“`
Vivien’s life was truly bizarre.
Without her eyes, she was able to see the world clearly.
She became sensitive to things except her vision.
She could read the thoughts of those who spoke to her – in their voices – in their actions – in their words.
I was able to get a glimpse of the five desires and seven emotions that he wanted to hide under the mask of expression.
It was both a curse and a blessing to her.
She was able to get away from those who tried to deceive her, those who tried to stab her in the back.
But at the same time she had to feel betrayed by those whom she considered her friends – her family.
‘There are no perfect people in the world’
Humans are always weak – that’s why we believe in God –
To become even a little better-, to become a little more like a person-‘
Under the bridge in the pouring rain-, she met an old nun.
To her begging in her rag-clothes—the nun had said:
Having lost her way, she returned to the Holy Church along the way.
She wore a nun’s garb and prayed daily.
She did not pray to heal her eyes.
To wish for such a thing – she’s grown up too much.
The hope she held in her heart had long since crumbled to pieces.
Now, all that was left in her heart was the pitiful desire to survive—that she could not die.
So she begged
Please make me human. To make me a little better-.
The Holy Ghost answered her prayers. She gave her a great holy power that she couldn’t even handle.
But Holy Church was hell.
Human malice. I saw the end there.
The Holy Church, which must maintain the light of hope in any filthy and ugliest place in the world, was rather the darkest hell.
Vivian, who became a nun, prayed with her sincerity at the prayer meeting – and had to face the believers who came to violate the nuns when the night got dark.
They shouted the name of God, shook their backs – and shoved their cocks inside her. Shaking her back, he broke up – spanked the nun, spit on her, and went for a drink.
The nuns, who were supposed to be clean and chaste, received countless men as their guests.
I didn’t even get a cheap flower bed.
It all went into the bride’s pocket.
It was only natural that the nuns’ stomachs were getting bigger.
Then the priest kicked them out.
After insulting them for playing with the believers, they stripped them of their clothes and threw them into the street.
So the nuns did everything they could to drop the child when he started to vomit.
I punched myself in the stomach with my fist or climbed over the eaves and tumbled down.
Vivian-, healed their wounds.
‘Vivian-, don’t hurt like that-. The child in my belly… Kill the child Heal me Vivian-. Vivian-, please-. Please-.’
The nuns wept and begged.
But that was-, Vivian couldn’t do anything about it.
The child growing inside the belly was not a wound.
A child is just a child.
A child was life.
However, the nuns wept more bitterly as they watched their stomachs swell than the scars on their bodies – more than the bruises that stained their cheeks and abdomen dark red.
It was only natural that Vivien would have doubts about the Holy Ghost, who had endowed Holy Church—and even religion itself—with this meaningless power.
“For mercy save me. Save them-. Save-. Save-.”
As I prayed, a shadow of doubt grew within me.
Is this right-. Will prayer save me-. Will the Holy Ghost really look down upon those poor souls?
The darkness grew bigger and bigger as it ate up other darkness.
Before I knew it, her darkness had grown so much that it swallowed her.
“`
“Hello.”
But, someone came into her memory.
It was a strange man who did not exist in my memory.
But it was clearly felt.
Deep darkness – In a place where you can’t even see an inch ahead – I felt a little warmth.
“Hello, Sister. I have come to confess my sins.”
A man’s voice rang in her ears.
