Heavy rain accompanied by strong winds poured down the sky.

"Ryo!"

Several thunderbolts shrouded the night of this suburb, and lightning shuttled wantonly through the dark clouds.

"Raphaeld, you coward!"

A stout white man in a black leather coat covered with steel spikes and tattooed his arms and arms with crows, skeletons, bats, and other motley tattoos shouted loudly in the rain.

"Where the hell are you going?"

Rugged Harley-Davidson motorcycles full of heavy industry style drive through this empty suburban road.

A handsome young man with a motorcycle helmet, Raphaeld, dressed in an ordinary casual jacket. In his arms, he hugged the book he found in the warehouse, with many strange patterns.

"Edwin!" Raphaeld's voice was tinged with some unusual agitation.

"Do you remember what your grandfather and my grandfather told us about the Silver Star Club when they were kids?"

"Shhh

This is the tires of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, under the sharp braking of the owner, and the sound of rubbing against the road floor.

Edwin, a white man with a tattoo, stopped the car, turned his head, and wiped the rain from his face with his right hand.

"What the hell is wrong with you!"

Edel yelled loudly, no way, now the rain noise is getting louder and louder.

"Haven't you quit our band a long time ago?"

"Didn't you give up on mystery and Lucifer?"

He and Rafaeld have been friends since childhood, and the band he is talking about is an underground death heavy metal band that he and Raphaeld established in the local area three years ago.

In those days, contempt for Christ, worship of Lucifer, Satan, drugs, and promiscuity were all they had in their lives, in addition to music.

Just a year ago, after Raphaeld was admitted to an Ivy League university, he decided to change his mind and quit the band.

Raphaeld took off the helmet on his head and let the rain slip through his hair.

"No!" He also roared.

"I quit because I don't see hope!"

"How many methods did we use at the time?"

"How many mysterious and evil rituals have been arranged?"

"But what's the use?!"

"Those are liars!"

The resentful and negative tone made Edwin stunned, the reason why he and Raphaeld were able to play together since childhood was because they had been nurtured by anti-Christian family elders during their upbringing, and they had a very common language together.

Edwin remembered the mysterious rituals they had used to search for rabbit carcasses, bat blood, and so on.

It took a lot of effort, but none of the rituals had the mystical power that the introduction had written.

Raphaeld then continued.

"Do you remember when I said that my grandfather used to follow the 'Beast of Apocalypse'?"

"The Beast of 666—Aleister Crowley?"

How could Edel not know about this famous figure, almost everyone who has learned some modern occult knows that the man who claimed to have stolen the secret of the word "swastika" by the Führer.

Edel nodded a little dazedly.

"It's him, I found the burial place of his ashes in my grandfather's relics!"

What the! Edel's face changed dramatically. However, he soon calmed down, and there was indeed a rumor in their circle of underground occult enthusiasts that after Aleister Crowley's death, he had instructed his most loyal followers at the time to send his ashes to the United States.

Shocked by this terrifying news, Edwin's face was full of hideousness, clenching Raphaeld's shoulders, and even bruises appeared on his arms.

"Do you know what you're talking about? Raphaeld !!! ”

For this occultist, who has been named the most evil and terrifying in modern times, the mysterious and evil leader of Luciferianism.

For those who worship death, heavy metal and the occult, he is a saint-like existence in his mind!

I saw the excited look of my friend in front of me.

Raphaeld calmed down, but with a hint of gloom at the corners of his mouth, he whispered.

"Let's go! We'll talk about it when we get to the place! ”

Raphaeld's gloomy tone poured cold water on Edwin's fiery and excited mood in an instant, and he looked at Raphaeld's gloomy eyes, and somehow, a chill welled up in his heart······

On the road again, it only took them ten minutes to reach their destination.

A run-down wilderness chapel sits alongside a straight suburban thoroughfare, and the whole style is out of place in contrast to its surroundings.

"This is it."

Raphaeld felt his heart pounding.

By this time, Raphaeld's skin had become as pale as limestone.

"Let's go!"

There was an indescribable fervor in Raphaeld's voice.

Seeing Raphaeld, who seemed to exude an ominous black aura from the whole person in front of him, Edwin hesitated, but still followed.

The interior of the church is surrounded by upside-down crosses, and the walls are covered with frescoes of various Black Masses.

"Hah! Ha! Hah!"

Standing in the hall of the church, see this one in front of you, topped by a black walnut coffin with a reverse cross and a snake urn.

Raphaeld suddenly laughed maniacally.

"This is it! The place recorded in the fragment of the Book of Law in the relics. ”

In fact, when he first saw the strange church next to the main road in this suburb, Edwin's legs were already starting to tremble, using the metaphor of the Celestial Empire, Edwin is a typical "Ye Gong Good Dragon"! Worshipping the evil occult, he really saw the strange and supernatural scene in front of him, and the endless fear in his heart welled up in his heart. His performance is not even as good as that of ordinary people. The more you know, the more vulnerable you are when facing the supernatural.

He stared blankly at Raphaeld in front of him, taking out the carcass of a toad, the teeth of a bat, and a boning knife from the package he was carrying, and turned his back to him, and let out a maniacal laugh.

"You, what the hell are you going to do?"

He wanted to rush forward and stop what Raphaeld was going to do, but his body couldn't move under intense fear.

"Me? Hehe. ”

Raphaeld turned, and the pupils in his eyes had completely turned rotten green.

With a weird smile, dragging a sharp boning knife, he slowly walked in front of Edwin.

"For the resurrection of the leader of the Order, as a faithful underground occultist, you should be prepared to be sacrificed, shouldn't you?"

Under Raphaeld's corrupt gaze, Edwin's facial expression slowly changed from pure fear to a strange hint of piety and holiness.

"Are you ready?" Raphaeld's strange gentle voice sounded, and the temptation and evil spirit fluctuated violently in all directions.

At this time, Edwin, who had been brainwashed by the evil spirit fluctuations emanating from Raphaeld, did not answer directly, but knelt on the ground reverently, closed his eyes, and sang the evil hymn of the Silver Star Society during World War II.

"Oh, my father, Lucifer!

Madness and erosion surround you.

The rebellious of reason follows you.

The power of revenge, the blood of freedom.

I salute you devoutly!

Let me sacrifice my sins to you

To the most fanatical faith of time!

···”

Seeing this scene in front of him, Raphaeld nodded in satisfaction.

In his right hand, he raised a sharp boning knife······

"Boom!"

In the dark clouds outside, one thunder after another kept exploding.

In the church, to the rhythm of thunder and explosion, splashes of blood fell on the walnut coffin.

The urn on the top of the coffin, emitting a bloody glow, ······

Just half a month after the church mutilation that shook the entire state of Florida.

In a speakeasy in a downtown area of East London.

Grey smoke and colorful laser lights make this dimly lit basement noisy.

On several miniature stages in front of them, the bewitching body locked in an iron cage kept shaking.

In the chaotic dark heavy metal music, the rhythm of the drum kit is deafening.

An elderly man dressed in a pure black gold-brimmed hooded priest's uniform, looking like a priest, sat in a booth in the corner, low-key sipping a glass of Bloody Mary in front of him.

In a few moments, young men dressed in the same style as the old priests, but without the gilm edges, walked past the countless men and women who were writhing wildly on the dance floor, and came to the old priest.

"Honorable Leader Crowley, local believers, are already reverently waiting for your reception."

The elderly priest stood up.

"Let's go! Raphaeld, if they are pious enough, I will baptize them myself. ”

He paused, as if thinking of a certain period, and then commanded.

Now the power of Christ from the outside world is strong again. Aleister ̇Crowley is a name that should not be used! ”

"You'll call me Rasmussen Anderson from now on!"

With that, he walked slowly.

The pure black clergyman's uniform, the reverse cross icon and the goat badge on his chest emitted a blasphemous green light in this chaotic space.

··········

The University of Oxford, which has been around for 9 centuries, is the second oldest surviving university on earth in the Marvel Cinematic World.

Central Library, University of Oxford.

A beautiful girl with a bunch of erect golden fur on her head stared blankly at an old Latin book in front of her.

"Artoria, what are you looking at?"

It was also a woman with gorgeous blonde hair, but a taller and more enchanting figure, and sat elegantly next to the silly girl.

With his slender shoulders, he arched the girl who was in a daze beside him.

The cute girl turned her head in fright, and saw that it was the tall woman next to her, so she breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Sister Helga, look what I've found!"

She pushed the book down in front of Helga.

On the cover of pure kraft paper, the three Latin words of "Sword in the Stone" appeared in front of Helga's eyes······ (Occasionally, I still ask for some recommendation votes, collections, rewards or something, especially recommended votes, it feels so few, thank you in advance.) ）