"So this is the house?"
"Yes. On the second floor, the first room to the left."
"Alright, Sister Demina, start the prayer."
"Yes, Mother."
A teenager was possessed by a devil a week ago. Her mother and father were killed in some sort of accident. But there was a big coincidence in the accidents. Their daughter is always on the scene. And everyone said that they saw her smirking and glaring at the dead body pleasurably. So, I have my investigations and predictions that she was possessed by the devil. An alluring, greedy one. Her auntie noticed her behavior. She always brought a jar full of red fluid. Her auntie was scared of her, and then there was an intense smell of blood running in and out of the house.
"Let's begin."
"Mother."
"Hmm?"
"Please do your thing quickly, and we will return to the church immediately."
"Ha!? I'm not getting started yet. What's the rush?"
"You know that I have a lot of work to do and also that you didn't finish swiping the floor."
"Fine, fine, fine. Alright. I'll do it quickly, okay."
"Good Mother."
Even though we are in a tight situation right now, she is always as strict as a demon lord.
I enter the house, and the fearful aura envelops the entire house. As I observe, the devil is angry and already knew my presence from the beginning. As I step up the stairs, someone is crying, and so many loud voices are crumbling around. I continue to go up. Then I saw many circle spells that were drawn in blood. Big and small size, and I noticed that the inscripted words are summoning spells. To do a summoning spell, just draw circle signs and write the words of heaven. Well, that was a good summoning, but she used a hell-summoning spell that needed blood and life sacrifice.
''Hmm... It seems like this is the room.''
Even her door has a summoning spell circle. But the design is different. A star was in the center, and ancient words were written. "Lord, at the end of life, praise the hell." That is what it says. This pisses me off by dirtying his name.
I intend to knock, but the devil is talking, so kicking the door is the best welcome.
''Ohhhh, what a great picture of art that we got here.''
Her name is Grena Bertylion. They say she is a sweet and kind girl. Also a beauty. But now, what a haggard face and filthy appearance that she has! Her room has three circle spells. In the ceiling, floor, and her body. This time, her blood was used to draw it. She was floating, like she was hung up to be burned. A witch punishment.
"Hello, Grena. I am Avegil Nera Jerusalem, the priestess of Glemoir Church. How are you?"
"Go away."
At first sight, she was a sample of failure with a mixture of madness. Her appearance was not so good. She is a mess, and so is her soul.
"Grena, I know you're still in there. Speak up so I can save you.
"She is dead. Son of a bitch."
"Hear your words. He is always watching us, so don't you ever tarnish one of his own."
"You are nothing but a servant."
"You're getting on my nerves, ha."
"A priestess should be gentle, Miss Avegil."
"Sorry, but I'm not that kind of fucking person. Filthy devil."
The devil releases his intense aura, and every crying soul shows up. How unpleasant. It is so cruel to be true.
"What is your name?"
"None."
"That is not a good answer."
"You will never know my true name."
"HAHA. Let me show you my power. Fucking devil of hell!"
I tied her up with the help of my divine power and paralyzed her body for a while. I grab Grena's head and pray for permission.
"God, forgive her sin. Let there be light in her side. Erase the insanity from her heart. Let me see the story of her life. To redo her own and punish those who harm her. Aeresi!"
"NOOOOO...I WILL NOT LET YOU..."
When I opened my eyes, I saw a child crying. It was Grena. She was in pain and fear. Her room is messy. Bedsheets are ripped, books and papers are burned, and many scratches surround her place. It looks like she didn't take a bath for a couple of days, I guess.
Outside of her room, two people are arguing. It seems that she's their problem. A woman's voice and a man's voice.
"I told you we should move now."
"Why!? Do you believe that something is going on around here?"
"Yes. You didn't notice?"
"What!?"
"Our daughter is scared here. She can't sleep well nor eat a full meal."
"That's not my problem, but hers!"
'So lame. The father never even recognized her behavior. I pity her mother. A protective yet powerless woman. I wish I could talk to them.'
Past Seeker. This is one of my talents. I can see the past of a person who's been cursed or possessed by someone. But only the important event needs to be sought, not the other unnecessary things. If I do, then His grace will pull me out immediately. Also, I can't talk to them.
"She was always here."
I look at her and mumble something. So, I come closer to her to listen to what she is saying. As I looked at her, she was covered in bruises and biting her nails until they bled. Her eyes are swollen, and her lips are dry. Poor child.
"I can't do it anymore. Please. Someone help me."
I don't know why, but a pure black aura surrounds her. A curse it is. But to do a curse, it needs the belongings of the person who wants to perform it. But there's something else. This child is not hers.
"Show me what happened to you."
The girl stopped crying and looked at me. She is malnourished and weak. Her eyes have no light to be seen. Even though her mother wanted to take care of her, instead she is getting scared of her daughter.
"If I show you, would you save me in hell?"
"Are you in hell right now?"
"She invited me to be there. It's all her fault. I never should have met her. Everyone tells me that she is a bad girl, but I wanted a friend, and I decided to change the people based on what they think she is. Until that day..."
The scene of her past changed. I'm getting to her plot now.
A funeral. Two bodies. I think these are her parents.
"This is awful."
"I know. Her mother and father died in a car crash. And you know what? The car crash was the event. Mr. and Mrs. Bertylion crashed together with their cars."
"Unbelievable. They did it on purpose."
"I don't think so."
"Poor Grena, she lost her parents on the same day as that child."
"I know that was creepy."
'Same day of death. Interesting. I wonder who that child is.'
I came closer to the funeral and saw Grena, who was now 12 years old. She wasn't crying but was terrified of something. She was trembling, like someone was trying to kill her. While the people were moaning and chattering, a mysterious girl appeared. She was in an all-black dress with a veil, and she was holding a bouquet of white roses.
"Why is she here?"
"I don't know. How brave of her to come in here."
"Cursed child of Terina."
'So she is the one that they're talking about. A cursed child has. Now I see it.'
By looking at that girl, I saw a black halo with a bit of red. Black means darkness, and red means anger. But it's not just her halo that I'm seeing—an aura is swelling in her body.
"Condolence Grena."
"Moresa."
"How sad, Grena. You're just like me now."
"What do you mean?"
"We lost the one we loved. Even though I didn't love them. Haha."
"Moresa, when did your parents die?"
"Same day when your parents died. Coincidence, right? Hahahahah."
'Woah. She's terrible. Insane to be ha'
"Anyway, Grena?"
" Y-yes?"
"Your wish? I already fulfilled it."
"H-ha? What do you mean?"
"I want to be alone. I don't need them. They didn't know what I wanted. I want them to be gone."
"T-that was just..."
"Happy dead day to them, and congrats for being alone now, haha."
Grena was so furious. Tearing yet filled with anger. She is not under her control now. And suddenly, her halo changed. Blue to black. Blue represents sadness and fear. Then, unexpectedly, she stabs Moresa in front of everyone.
"I know the answer now."
"..."
"You're her, right?"