Suddenly encountering a supernatural incident involving a demon, Bishop York felt a surge of interest and immediately called upon a local cleric.
"Prepare a car and take me to the scene."
"Yes, Bishop!" The cleric hurried off to arrange transportation.
"Erin, inform the local church about the demon's appearance and raise their vigilance."
"Yes, Bishop!" Erin, now serious, left promptly to carry out the orders.
"Hilly, did you remember the characteristics of the unknown demon Brother Wolaway described?"
Hilly nodded. "Yes, Bishop!"
"Relay this information to the Norwegian Cathedral and have them search their records to see if any known demons match these characteristics."
York squinted slightly.
"Let's see if it's an old acquaintance."
"Yes, Bishop!" Hilly nodded and followed Erin. As a deacon, his role extended beyond mere research; assisting the clergy, especially in times of need, was a significant part of his duties.
"And you, John, come with me." York turned to John Wick, who seemed ready to speak, and smiled.
"I still prefer you behind the wheel!"
John Wick, having seen the condition Wolaway was in, responded coolly, "Yes, Bishop."
Satisfied, York led the group out of the church.
At that moment, Alesha tugged at his sleeve.
York looked down.
"What about me, Uncle York?" Alesha asked.
"You?" York glanced at Hannah. "Stay here and protect them. I don't want to miss the demon if it comes."
Alesha blinked. "Okay, Uncle York!"
York patted her head. Alesha seemed to be growing up, no longer as attached to him as before.
"Bishop! The car is here!" John Wick reminded him.
"Alright." Through his vision, York had already seen the car approaching. He nodded at Hannah, then walked towards the vehicle.
"Let's go exorcise some demons."
"Yes!"
Under the watchful eyes of numerous clergy members, along with Hannah and Alesha, York and John Wick boarded the car.
The incident site was in Liller, not far from Flom. The two towns were separated only by a large farm, making them neighbors.
Thus, York's journey was swift.
Before long, they arrived at their destination—Lady Mehliban's farm.
By the time they reached the farm, the sun was setting.
The sky darkened, and the only light came from the car's headlights moving swiftly across the grassland.
The car soon stopped in a particularly dark area.
They had reached Lady Mehliban's house.
York and John Wick got out, scanning the surroundings.
"Such a strong demonic presence! It's unbearable."
York recognized the familiar, pungent odor, akin to volcanic sulfur—a scent from Hell.
The intensity of this scent suggested that the unknown demon Diego and Wolaway encountered was formidable.
Its influence had spread significantly.
The house before them was shrouded in darkness, no longer resembling a real building.
As night fell, the house seemed enveloped in an invisible chill, with cracks on the walls turning into dark fissures that swallowed every bit of light.
A damp, cold air lingered, as if an icy wind had blown up from the depths of the earth, making one shiver involuntarily.
The most palpable sense of fear came from the house's silhouette, barely visible in the darkness, seeming to move with a life of its own. Occasional faint sounds, like whispers or ghostly murmurs, stood out in the night's silence.
Peering through the windows, shadows twisted and jumped within, forming eerie shapes.
The entire house seemed transformed into a haunted mansion, every corner filled with an eerie, terrifying atmosphere.
York extended his hand, and under his power, a black mist appeared, both dangerous and alluring.
"Bishop, what is that?" John Wick asked.
"The demon's power is corroding this place," York explained calmly.
"This manifestation indicates that the demon has reached its final stage. Lady Mehliban is likely dead."
John Wick frowned, looking at the terrifying house.
"And Father Diego?"
York smiled. "He's inside. The demon has likely possessed him."
Using his vision and intuition, York had already assessed the situation.
Numerous demons surrounded a throne where Father Diego sat, likely the demon's servants in Hell—wraiths, demon generals, and other named minions.
"This demon isn't simple. I see the shadow of a demon god. No wonder Diego failed the exorcism. But no matter its origin, we'll find out by fighting it."
With that, York walked forward, radiating holy power.
Light emanated from him, dispersing the surrounding darkness and dreadful atmosphere.
It was as if the sun had descended; York transformed into a being of light, his aura spreading and easily destroying the manifested horrors.
In this light, the previously dark night seemed to warm.
Meanwhile, the house's condition worsened. The darkness deepened as if a monster was about to burst forth.
The atmosphere was terrifying.
"Let's go, John." Sensing this, York smiled and continued forward.
Although John Wick had witnessed his bishop's power before, he couldn't help but feel excited. Despite his stoic demeanor, the thrill reached his face.
"Yes, Bishop!"
John Wick followed respectfully, taking a deep breath.
Step by step, they advanced. Whatever ghostly currents appeared, York's radiance obliterated them like a sandstorm sweeping away debris.
"Roar!"
A roar echoed from the house.
"I didn't expect someone like you here."
York was too familiar with this beast-like tone, typical of a demon possessing a human. They rarely used human voices, likely because they found beast-like tones more frightening and effective in intimidating people.
Demons typically followed three steps for possession: using a medium, harassing the victim's mind to weaken it, then invading and possessing.
Beyond these steps, anything more was unnecessary.
Given the situation, further steps were redundant.
To the demon's question, York replied, "Now that you know, leave quickly! Return Father Diego and Lady Mehliban's souls and go back to Hell, or die!"
A possessed body's soul was controlled by the demon, meaning Father Diego and Lady Mehliban's souls couldn't reach heaven, eternally enslaved by the demon.
This was the terror of demons—once possession was complete, heaven was forever out of reach.
"Roar!"
Perhaps enraged by York's words, the demon's roar carried a hint of fury.
In response, shadows flooded the house.
In the dim space, shadows like thick ink spread, reverberating between the walls.
A horde of grotesque monsters emerged from the dark corners, as if crawling out of Hell's fissures.
These monsters were diverse. Some were massive with rough skin like tree bark, their eyes gleaming with greedy red light.
Others were lean with long, twisted limbs like bamboo, their sharp claws glinting ominously.
Still others had grotesque faces, bearing sharp teeth.
They all growled continuously.
Their roars filled the vast grassland, making it seem like Hell had descended. The monsters' howls, snarls, and growls formed a chilling symphony, mingling with the stench of decay and corruption.
John Wick instinctively drew his gun.
It was his first encounter with such a terrifying demonic manifestation.
Faced with so many corporeal monsters, he felt overwhelmed.
"Don't worry, John."
Only York remained calm, his demeanor unchanged even as the monsters swarmed. He maintained a composed, almost serene attitude.
The next moment!
A deadly silence filled the air, the ground shook as if an earthquake had struck.
The monsters charged en masse, a black tide surging towards York and John Wick.
John Wick gripped his gun tightly, his eyes instinctively turning to the broad figure ahead.
"Keep moving."
York's calm voice resonated. The light around him solidified, forming a barrier emitting sacred energy.
Holy feathers drifted down within the barrier.
"Damn it! Angelic form!" a furious roar came from the house amidst the monster horde.
Under the demon's roar, the monsters crashed into York's barrier, trying to shatter it.
From John Wick's perspective, the surroundings were filled with the monsters, their grotesque forms showing immense strength.
A deafening crash!
The monster horde collided with the barrier.
John Wick's pupils contracted slightly.
But he saw that the barrier, glowing white, stood firm against the dark forces, showing no sign of breaking despite the massive impact.
Even in this frenzied assault, the barrier remained intact.
Conversely, the monsters seemed to disintegrate upon impact. The barrier's holy light caused them to twist and crumble.
Each collision resulted in the lead monsters' bodies burning away like lava, disintegrating into sand.
Subsequent monsters shattered into dust upon impact, scattering in the wind.
As the lava-turned-sand accumulated at their feet, John Wick stepped on a still-intact giant head, crushing it.
He blinked, trying to recall the monster's appearance and height.
Roar!
Another roar, and a towering monster at the rear, over ten meters tall, wielded a weapon to strike at York.
But its weapon shattered upon contact with the barrier, crumbling into molten fragments that disintegrated in the holy light.
John Wick blinked as the massive monster dissolved into the luminous tide.
The surroundings, once obscured, gradually became clear.
The house, sky, and vast grassland reappeared.
As the molten remains piled up around their ankles, John Wick realized he had followed his bishop into the front yard of the house.
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