Tick tock!

In a room decorated in a classical and solemn style, a faint almost inaudible aroma permeates the room, and the sound of falling from a high place like water droplets constantly rings in the ears, soft and comfortable, which makes people indulge in it unconsciously, and the whole person relaxes.

In a slightly bleak warm setting, a GI reclined in a comfortable chaise longue and poured out his pain to the priest under the majestic statue of the Most High Father.

"Father, I really didn't mean to, I didn't want to kill her. I swear to the Most High Father that I was aiming at the werewolf, and I really didn't notice where anyone was hiding nearby. Really, I really didn't notice that the suit was messed up at the time, and I should have actually protected her. The GI painfully recalled the scene and kept telling what had happened to him.

"Father, do you think the Most High Father will forgive my sins?"

With a loving smile on his face and a gentle yet sincere power in his gaze, Father Pilkington continued to enlighten the GI, who was mired in self-doubt.

"You need not be convicted, child of the Lord. All this is the arrangement of fate, this is the Lord's punishment for her shelter of the people of darkness, everything you do is approved by the Lord, please believe me, the Lord will not punish His faithful believers for this. ”

The priest stretched out his broad, warm palm and gently placed it on his forehead and stroked it continuously, as if he wanted to brush away the gloom and pain from his heart in this way.

The soldier felt the warmth of the priest's palm, slowly let go of his mind and closed his eyes, his mouth constantly telling about his fear and pain.

During this time, the GI occasionally opened his eyes abruptly when he recalled certain scenes of fear, but Father Pilkington always looked at him with tenderness and affection, which completely calmed his panicked heart.

Gradually, a faint fragrance filled the tip of his nose, and the pleasant sound of water droplets continued to sound in his ears. The soldier felt relaxed, he felt as if he were lying on a soft cloud, and all his fears and worries were far away from him.

Father Pilkington looked at the soldier who was gradually snoring, and a look of madness flashed in his eyes, but the next moment he regained his previous expression of tenderness and kindness, slowly removed the palm of the hand placed on the soldier's forehead, and quietly closed the door to let him have a good rest.

When he had done all this, Father Pilkington hurried to his rest room, where he could barely take it anymore.

Along the way, his face became worse and worse, and he no longer had the gentleness he had before.

"Damn, come to me again, you come to me again, why can't you let me be quiet!!"

Suppressed whispers continued to emerge from the small and oppressive room, and Father Pilkington completely tore off his disguise outside, and beat the fist pile hidden in the shadows with a hideous face, and roared hoarsely.

"Why did you all come to me? Why did you all come to me? I'll explain it for you

Who will relieve me of my pain? My Father in heaven, when will you save me?"

Father Pilkington was frantically biting and wrestling his fists, tears and snot flying, his soft features twisted together, and his whole person looked like a mad beast.

He frantically vented his anger, resentment, and pain, constantly whining, cursing, and cursing, as if this would make him a little easier.

For a few minutes, Father Pilkington was lying on the ground, gasping for breath, as if he had exhausted all his strength. But the hatred and anger on his face did not diminish in the slightest, but grew thicker, and his eyes were already covered with crazy bloodshots.

He staggered to his feet to the edge of the cabinet in the room, and pulled out a small jagged clip from the dark compartment.

Father Pilkington gasped and took off his trousers, his fingers trembling as he picked up a clip, which took a lot of effort to open and then went straight to the tender flesh of his thigh.

The skin caught by the clip instantly turned purple with blood, and the tiny serrations sank into the flesh, and Father Pilkington pinched the clip and twisted it violently, causing even more intense pain.

Hiss!!!

The sharp pain rushed to his head, and Father Pilkington instinctively gasped, cold sweat continued to flow from the corners of his forehead, and his body trembled from the severe pain.

He gripped the handle in front of him tightly, trying not to scream a little, but Peel had an indulgent look on his face, and his nose kept making a crooked gasp.

Time passed like this, minute by minute.

Father Pilkington kept shoving one small clip after another onto his buttocks and thighs until he had used up all the dozens of clips, and then he stopped, enjoying the pleasure of the pain of abuse, as if this was the only way to make him forget all his troubles for a while.

"Uh-huh!!"

Half an hour later, Father Pilkington let out a long wheezing sound, like a fish on the shore, his face wide open and contented, and a large wet stain faintly between his legs in his trousers.

After a moment's respite, Father Pilkington quickly removed the clip and expertly took out a bottle of rapid hemostatic spray from a nearby drawer and sprayed it on the wound on his thigh and buttocks.

When he had finished tidying up, Father Pilkington regained his mildness and kindness, and he watched in pain and confusion as the clip in his hand swayed, wanting to throw it but not wanting to throw it.

"Forgive the sins of your faithful servant, Great Father and Most High!"

Father Pilkington prayed silently, but he quickly put the clip back in its place, his eyes filled with endless pain and remorse.

The priest changed into a new pair of trousers, then went into the bathroom, and put his head directly under the sprinkler, letting the cold water soak his head until

He couldn't hold it anymore before turning off the sprinkler switch.

Father Pilkington looked at the embarrassed figure in the mirror, and could no longer hold back his tears, he felt that he would be completely insane if he continued like this.

"No, I'm actually crazy. The priest looked at himself in the mirror with tears in his eyes and said to himself silently.

Father Pilkington didn't know when he had become like this, and he had to resort to self-abuse to alleviate the tyranny in his heart.

He was tired of relieving the troubles and pains of the believers, and he was tired of listening to their fears and sorrows day and night.

Whenever he closed his eyes, the troubles of the believers who came to talk to him every day would come to his mind, and he could not sleep all night, so that he had to take a lot of sleeping pills to fall asleep.

This is especially true after the addition of the Anomalies Bureau. Every day, soldiers come to talk to them, telling them all kinds of horrors hidden in the dark corners of the world.

For example, the demon who eats people's hearts, the ghost woman who plays with the soul, the cultist who sacrifices the corpse, the vampire who bathes in the blood of virgins, and so on.

They tell stories so delicately that after each story Father Pilkington listens to it, he always puts himself in it, feeling the ferocity and horror of the dark creatures in the story.

So much so that by now, he was deeply afraid of the arrival of night, because it represented the beginning of another horror story.

Every night he dreams of all sorts of bizarre things, the mash of flesh that rots into maggots, the world from which he cannot escape forever shrouded in fog, the woman with long hair who can never see clearly......

Nightmare after nightmare accompanied him until dawn, and when he woke up every morning, Father Pilkington would always subconsciously touch himself, and he was always afraid that he would suddenly become a monster.

In this way, he spent his nightmares at night, and during the day he tried to comfort the soldiers who came to confide in him. And I don't know why, just like he was outside, more and more soldiers liked to come to him to talk, obviously there were two priests in the base, but they only came to him.

Slowly, Father Pilkington's heart became more and more tyrannical, and an evil desire for destruction filled it, constantly prompting him to vent.

Every time a GI came here to seek solace in his soul, Father Pilkington's evil thoughts grew stronger, and he suffered from pain day and night. But he

But he firmly trapped it in his heart with reason and did not let it go.

Because he is a priest, a servant of the Most High Father, he cannot let the devil in his heart come out.

However, after listening to a soldier fighting a dark creature once more, Father Pilkington could no longer control the devil in himself.

The soldier said that he had met the priests of the Supreme Court during the battle, and that he had survived thanks to their divine skills.

Although after coming into contact with the special situation, he learned about the dark side of this world, and he sometimes wondered if there were people in the Supreme Divine Court who had supernatural abilities given by the gods, but when it was confirmed, his heart suddenly swelled with extremely resentment.

Why?

O my Father in heaven!

I shepherd the Lamb for you, why don't you keep your eyes on me and let me be haunted by the devil?

I have saved all those who need to be saved according to your teachings, but who will save me?

Tell me, my God!

After seeing off the GIs, Father Pilkington knelt under the statue of the Most High Father

Day and night, he kept reciting His teachings, begging for His deliverance, but the slightest man came to save Him.

After waking up from the coma, Pilkington felt as if a belief in his heart had collapsed at that moment, and he could no longer restrain the devil in his heart.

Father Pilkington straightened his grooming in front of the mirror, looked at himself in the mirror, gently brushed the ends of his hair at the corners of his forehead, and smiled hideously.

"I wonder how long I'll last?" he thought, "I hope you will enjoy the gifts you prepared for everyone before they go crazy." ”

The priest shook his head, and strode out of his secret lounge to comfort the lost lamb.

Not long after he left, there was a faint glow in the mirror in the bathroom, and the figure of Father Pilkington reappeared in the mirror and stood there in a daze, but the bathroom was completely empty at all.

In the potions room of the base, Simon kept shaking the potion in the bottle, observing its ingredients, but inadvertently, his eyes looked into the distance through the alchemy bottle containing the potion.

"A priest with extraordinary charisma and great vision? ”

At night, most of the personnel in the base have fallen asleep, leaving only the staff on duty and the staff who deal with emergencies without rest.

Father Pilkington had already washed up early, turned on all the lights in the room, then took out the medicine bottle from the bedside table, poured out five calming potions, drank them in one gulp, and waited for the nightmare to come.

"What's it tonight? Just don't come to the bloody killing machine. He thought to himself, but before he could finish his thoughts, a violent sleepiness suddenly welled up, and he inadvertently closed his eyes and fell into a dream.

Father Pilkington's consciousness suddenly plunged into a dark darkness of emptiness and desolation.

He couldn't tell where he was, he just felt like he was sinking. It's as if falling from a high altitude or falling into the deep sea, the whole person's will keeps sinking......

In other words, this feeling of sinking is just his own, because there is no difference between front and back, left and right, up and down, high and low in this void. Just a barren void.

In a haze, an Ouroboros suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, coiled in the entire void.

It was so huge that it seemed like the entire void could not contain its existence.

It's just that Father Pilkington didn't pay attention to the existence of the Ouroboros, and his whole mind was on the mirror where the Ouroboros was entrenched in his body.

In the next moment, the pure and clear mirror light enveloped his entire figure, and Father Pilkington only felt as if his whole person had been purified and sublimated, and all hatred, anger, madness, and fear were far away from him.

In the light of the room, Father Pilkington, with tears on his face, came to his knees and cried out reverently, "Praise be to my Lord the Mirror of Eternity, and may your light cover the earth, and all things may honor your name." ”

At this moment, Father Pilkington's heart was filled with great joy, and his decades-long belief in the Most High Father had long been forgotten, and he only saw the existence of the great Mirror of Eternity.

At the same time, just as Simon succeeded in inspiring a gifted priest, he was inside the asylum on the fourth basement floor.

A life-like Barbie doll sat on the shoulder of the shelter officer Lucas with a smile, and left the area of the fourth floor as if no one was around, and all the staff who met her along the way didn't seem to see her, and didn't find anything abnormal, even the installation of heavy monitoring facilities and instruments did not play any role.

"Really, I still have several strange containment items that I haven't seen, and it's clear that there is still some time before the operation, so I'm so anxious to let people prepare, it's boring to death. ”