Catherine, a Lower Advent nun and a member of the Periphery, drove her old ford, which had fallen into disrepair, into the driveway.

The garage door creaked upwards with difficulty, and it was already dark, and the remaining rays of the setting sun looked blood-red, illuminating the mess of clutter inside the garage.

Catherine subconsciously glanced in the rearview mirror, and the mirror reflected her face, which was a haggard and cold face.

For a moment, Catherine was almost startled by the cold eyes that appeared in the rearview mirror—eyes more like those of sociopaths or terrorists.

But she soon came to her senses, and in a bit of a panic, she took the vanity mirror out of her purse, and this time she saw in the mirror the same person she knew all too well.

She breathed a sigh of relief and muttered "The Son is above", but she quickly sneered at her words.

Oh my God, after spending so much time in that church, even people like her can't help but get some weird catchphrases.

She thought sarcastically to herself.

It has to be said that Catherine is qualified as a lowly Adventist nun, but that doesn't mean she's really as religious as she claims to be when she cajoles the Protestants. In fact, Catherine had no faith in the so-called Adventists and the so-called Son.

In her opinion, the Adventists, the miracles of the Son, and the things they do to attract believers and collect their money and souls are all damn bullshit...... But this bullshit can help her pay her credit card bill and the student loan that should go to hell.

So Catherine took on the role of a devout Adventist nun quite devotedly.

"Everyone needs to live. ”

Catherine took out a cigarette and bit it between her teeth, muttering vaguely, as if to convince herself.

The setting sun had sunk completely below the horizon, but Catherine was just sitting in the car and smoking cigarettes one by one. I don't know why, but she was a little flustered today.

Was it because of the grim eyes she had just seen in the mirror on her face, or because she had just persuaded a young single mother to bring her children to live in a sister home set up by the Adventists?

"The kid has beautiful blonde hair......"

Catherine couldn't help but mumble to herself, then froze.

She could already vaguely sense that the child's blonde hair might not be a good thing for her, and that the things that were hidden behind the scenes made her a little uncomfortable, but she still forced herself to ignore the uncomfortable feeling.

She didn't have a deep connection with the mother and daughter, so ...... Even if something does happen, it's not her responsibility.

Catherine thought.

The cigarette in her fingertips had burned to the end, almost burning her.

"Oh, fuck—"

The tingling made Catherine instantly wake up from that chaotic and heavy emotion.

She wiped her face vigorously, remembering what she had thought a few seconds ago, and almost sneered.

There are so many problems in this world, and the person who should be responsible should not be an ordinary citizen like her who is tired of bills and credit cards.

Thinking like this, Catherine felt much better, she reluctantly parked the car in the garage, and then got out of the car and walked to the door with the groceries she had just bought from the supermarket.

"Click-"

The key slid into the lock hole and the door opened very smoothly.

Catherine frowned, she vaguely felt that something seemed to be not quite right, but she couldn't find a clue.

And her attention was quickly diverted by something else.

The lights are broken.

When the switch was turned on, the light bulb suddenly burst into a scorching, blinding glow, so bright that the light that barely supposed to be emitted by a single light bulb made Catherine's eyes white.

It was only for a split second that her eyes blurred.

Then the light bulb shattered with a thud, and the tiny glass scattered, and Catherine let out a low scream, and then the debris in her arms fell in all directions.

There was a tingling in her arm, apparently scratched by the glass of the light bulb that had just collapsed.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it—"

Catherine let out an angry curse, the porch was dim, and her vision was blurry. The blinding white light just now made it impossible for her to see normally, and she touched her arm and felt a large patch of warm blood.

"I'm supposed to sue that damn light bulb company! fuck...... Whew......"

She frantically headed towards the kitchen, trying to find her medical kit. But just as she took a step forward, she couldn't help but cry out in pain.

There were glass shards in her slippers, and those glass shards were deeply embedded in the soles of her feet.

This time she was hurt much worse than the wound on her arm. Catherine lost her center of gravity and fell heavily to the ground.

"Ahhhhh

A series of screams erupted from the dim, gloomy entryway.

Finely shards of glass seemed to have been embedded in half of Catherine's body, tears welled up in intense pain, and a strange smell filled the air, but Catherine didn't notice it.

She blinked desperately in an attempt to regain her sight, while her hand struggled to reach her side, and she had the impression that her bag should be there, and her phone was in it.

For the sake of this son of a bitch, she now had to call the emergency number - thinking about the emergency expenses and the hospital bill, Catherine felt that the wound on her body hurt even more.

She should have bought herself a better insurance ......

Catherine thought, and then, she touched something very, very cold and smooth.

At first, she was confused, she couldn't tell what she was touching, it was very cold—like ice cubes that had just been taken out of the freezer, but much colder than ice.

At the touch of a button, Catherine's fingertips went numb as if they were frostbitten.

"What the—"

What is it?

Before Catherine's hoarse whisper could be fully spoken, a hazy blue-white glow came into her view.

Catherine's eyes widened in shock as she looked at what her fingers had touched.

Is that...... Wing.

Very beautiful, incomparably feathered wings, like ice and snow, like diamonds, like flowing mercury...... Each feather glows a soft but unusually bright white light from the inside out, and the outer side of the halo is filled with a rainbow color like mother-of-pearl.

Catherine involuntarily looked up.

Pounding –

Her heart felt like it was about to stop.

"Almighty...... Great ...... Illa ...... Holy Son ......"

A muttered and meaningless murmur spilled uncontrollably from her trembling lips, and she began to tremble.

No words could describe the man she had met. For the past few years, she has been receiving all kinds of Adventist propaganda, but deep down she has never been impressed, until this moment-

She saw the true Son.

And just by a glimpse of Him, Catherine felt that the mundane world she had been so attached to had become so pale and empty.

"How fortunate I am...... I...... I ......"

Catherine murmured, ecstasy filling her heart, she even forgot about her wounds and the horrible glass shards, and a strong urge drove her to bend down and struggle forward.

She bowed her head, excitedly wanting to kiss the toes of the angel of the world.

But her movements stopped.

The "angel" with cold wings stretched out a finger and pointed vaguely at the middle-aged woman's eyebrows.

Catherine's pupils constricted, and she finally saw the eyes of the "angels" cast at her in the white light.

Is that...... Abyssal eyes.

The next second, Catherine screamed.

Not the screams of horror or surprise, but the screams of human beings when they have a nervous breakdown in the face of the most terrifying and darkest thing in the world. The screams had no way of conveying any useful information, only to vent the pain that was so great that it would burst the soul.

The sights that once filled Calvin's spiritual world like lightning were now running through Catherine's brain.

Her time was stretched infinitely, at least in her spiritual world.

And in that time, she became the nameless victims themselves—the pets who were mercilessly executed, the children who suffered the darkest of torments, the desperate cultists who lost everything.

Those...... The people and animals that were engulfed in darkness also reincarnated into darkness, completely engulfing her soul.

And the last scene before she is forever in chaos is when "she" is thrown into a worn-out wooden crate, and "she" looks through the cracks in the dirty blanket as the "master" takes the beautiful white dog.

"Her" heart was completely shattered.

Nope-

She thought.

I'm Darling.

Wrong.

I'm ...... Darling......

……

"Whew......"

Calvin lowered his head and stared at the bloodied woman rolling at his feet.

His eyes were still empty, cold, and unwavering, and even the sudden series of continuous barking from the woman's mouth did not make his mood fluctuate.

The pupils embedded in his eye sockets seemed to be just a pair of lifeless stones, bright and gorgeous, but without any warmth.

"He" passed Catherine, who was still twitching, and walked slowly towards the door.

With each step, the wings behind him and the light that surrounded him became a little dimmer, and by the time he reached the end of the driveway outside Catherine's house, the wings behind him had completely disappeared, and the light had disappeared, and only a bloodless man with his eyes closed stood on the concrete floor.

If someone happens to pass by at this time, they will probably suspect that Calvin, who is standing in front of the driveway, is a sleepwalker.

He was still wearing pajamas, his head was covered with cold sweat, his whole body was crumbling like a reed blown by the wind, and an extremely painful expression appeared on his face.

And behind his eyelids, his eyeballs were moving rapidly, as if he was still immersed in a long, painful dream.

"No ......"

Finally, a weak murmur escaped from his trembling lips, and then he fell straight to the ground like a doll that had been torn off the circuit.

But just as Calvin was about to fall to the ground, a pair of hands reached out and caught him steadily. 166 Reading Network