My name is Billy, I have no last name, a member of the Ghost Club. Well, my job is exorcism.
Exorcists do the job of exterminating the ghost, unlike the spiritist that tames- no, that captures them.
We receive donations from all residents in this city and the president distributes it based on our contributions.
It depends on the mission and the difficulty of the place, and one of the particular places was the House of Terror, as one of the survivors in that place. I can say that no one should go to that place unless they bring an army of exorcists of grade 3 and above.
The House of Terror is now deemed as one of the 3 forbidden lands in this city, at least for paranormal experts. Ordinary residents can go to that place and have some thrilling experience.
That's right the owner of that place used his ghosts to entertain his customers because it was supposed to be one of the attractions in the theme park.
"THAT WAS BULLSH!T!"
I could not help but say it as I walked to the new mission that the president gave me personally. The president gave me the mission to investigate the mansion that was supposed to be dangerous though not as much as dangerous as one of the three Fordibben places.
But that place houses a Corrupted Ghost, Those things can no longer be exorcist using ordinary means. In comparison, Spiritists avoid capturing the ghost that is above the Tainted Ghost.
"'I believe in your ability' my ass!"
Remembering the words from the president makes me angry though it was not without basis. They called me 'Billy The Cockroach' after all.
The guy that always survives any kind of investigation. A cockroach that was hard to kill and sometimes you just want to avoid it. You know, because it was kind of disgusting.
I have had a fair of experience in this city. And it is always not a good thing.
While I was talking to myself I managed to see the destination where my mission was currently in. The once-abandoned mansion now has a feel of being used.
"What is happening in this mansion?"
Exorcists are to be prepared for any situation if something is wrong, that was our motto. The feeling that this place gives is much creepier than any other place that I see.
"Good thing I prepared my Holy Water. As for Holy Cross, they are useless if the ghost attacks in the distance."
Holy Water can resist mental corruption for at least an hour while the Holy Cross was good for Spectral, they are useless in those Tainted Ghosts that can do range attacks.
Aside from that, I have a knife that has been coated with silver and 5 bottles of diluted Holy Water for making an escape
I breathe the coming in shallow gasps as I clutch his Holy Cross tightly in one hand. The mansion looms around him, its decrepit walls bearing witness to untold horrors. Shadows dance menacingly in the flickering candlelight, casting grotesque shapes upon the walls.
"This is it, If I see the Corrupted Ghost I would run away. I already have information that this place has the traces of being used after all."
As I said those words I approached the front door of the mansion with careful steps, surprisingly there were no traps or some spectral that appeared on my way.
"This door!?"
This door is bad news! This door was already possessed and cursed! The energy it gives is something equal to Tainted Ghost.
"Argh Help-"
Then the door suddenly opened and lashed out a thickly ghostly vine with surprising speed. With a sickening slurp, it enveloped me, pulling me into the mansion.
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I suddenly find myself in the foyer of the mansion. There's nothing here aside from the light of candles. I started shivering as I knew that this whole place was something I should not mess with.
I venture deeper into the mansion, each creak of the floorboards sends shivers down my spine, and every gust of wind through the window sounds like the whispered breath of malevolent spirits. My senses are heightened, attuned to the slightest disturbance in the oppressive silence.
With each step, Billy can feel the weight of the mansion pressing down upon him, a suffocating presence that threatens his existence. But he knew it was already too late to regret coming here.
"Why I'm feeling sluggish? This is!?"
A Mental Attack! This is a mental attack and suppression of physical abilities, a Territory! The ability those Transcendent Ghosts have.
"I need to get out here ASAP!"
Doors and Windows are out question! A Territory would have to strengthen them comparable to the thick metal!
As I flee through the labyrinthine corridors, my footsteps echo loudly in the empty halls, every shadow seems to leap out at me, every creak of the floorboards a sinister warning.
Panic courses through my veins like wildfire, driving me ever onward, there should be an exit here! Every Territory would have an exit!
!?
In a dimly lit corridor, Billy's footsteps falter as he catches a glimpse of a figure, shrouded in darkness, standing in the corner. Trembling, he backs away, his heart hammering in his chest with a rhythm of dread.
As he draws backward, the figure begins to take shape, revealing the form of a woman. But her visage is twisted and contorted, her features stretched and distorted into a grotesque parody of humanity. Her eyes gleam with an otherworldly light, boring into Billy's soul with a chilling intensity.
It's the same from that time! That child without a head from the House of Terror. I should look away from it! You should not look upon the abyss!
Billy recoils in horror, his breath catching in his throat as he struggles to comprehend the unearthly sight before him. His mind reels with fear, unable to reconcile the twisted reality that unfolds before his eyes.
"A Demigo- ARRHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
With one final, desperate cry, he collapses to his knees, his voice lost amidst the cacophony of the mansions. As the shadows close in around him, swallowing him whole, the exorcist's scream echoes through the abandoned halls.
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An altar stands at the center of the room, adorned with candles, crystals, and other ritualistic items, someone is lying in the center of it with his eyes closed. Then suddenly shadow materialized and started speaking to that person.
"President, Billy's candlelight died out."
"I see, looks like he runs out of his luck this time, huh."
"Yes."
President dressed in a hood looks at the shadow then stands up and walks through the door where many spiritists are waiting for him.
"Looks like we had another transcendent to look out for. What do you think gentlemen and ladies?"