Margaret's gaze only lingered on Carlo for a moment, she looked at Carrie, covered in blood as if Carrie had crawled out of a bloody hell, cold and unfamiliar.

"I should have killed myself the moment he entered me... We share the same bed and live a holy life together. That night, he looked at me with that kind of eyes... We knelt down together and prayed to God, and it was at that time that He took possession of me.."

"No! I don't want to hear it."

Carrie clutched her head in pain, but Margaret still murmured.

"I should have given you to God when you were born, but I was so weak that I loved you so much... And I said, Lord, let my daughter be with me."

"Mom.." Carrie called the name softly, silently weeping, Margaret opened her hands to her, and Carrie walked towards her embrace.

"With me, Carrie, my favorite daughter."

Margaret's face showed an unprecedented look of tenderness and love, and Carrie was inspired by it, and her strong shell crumbled little by little, and she was as fragile as a child.

"Mom.."

Carrie cried and threw herself into her mother's arms, but Margaret's face changed instantly, her expression was extremely fierce, and the kitchen knife in her hand stabbed Carrie fiercely.

"But now, you've been taken over by the devil... It's not your fault, it's my fault... The devil came back again and again, and I had to kill it again and again.."

"No!"

Carrie screamed in despair.

The kitchen knife stayed at the tip of her throat, unable to pierce it, and a slender and powerful palm gripped it tightly, preventing it from entering.

"People always like to make up lies to deceive their children.." Carlo looked at Margaret with a smile and said softly, "Cloaked in the glossy skin of motherly love and piety, underneath it is a disgustingly filthy truth.."

Margaret turned her head to look at Carlo, her eyes gloomy and terrifying.

"Let's reminisce about what happened that night eighteen years ago." Carlo said to herself: "A nun who is outwardly chaste and holy, who claims to be the most faithful believer in God, whom no one can see, this woman has to endure the scorching fire of love and loneliness every night, and sleeps in self-comfort every night. Until one day, she could not bear it any longer, like Eve in the Garden of Eden, who secretly tasted the forbidden fruit, tricked a male parishioner into her own home, seduced him under God's witness, and brutally killed him afterwards.

Oh, poor man, you must not know that when you are moaning and enjoying, he is really in love with you and wants to form a perfect family with you, to be a good husband and father...

It's a pity you didn't give him this chance.."

Carlo looked at Margaret with a look of pity.

"What are you talking nonsense? You madman! This foul language devil! I'm going to kill you.." Margaret was furious, but could not pull her knife.

"Have some patience until I finish the story? Ms. Margaret." Carlo called out in a low voice, and continued, "And Carrie was born. Look at this lovely girl, how beautiful she is, almost like an angel, she is the last chance of self-redemption that God has given to his followers, but unfortunately you have not grasped it properly.."

"You don't love Carrie at all, you even hate her, you hate her, you want to strangle her to death in swaddling clothes, but why didn't you do it... Uh-huh, I guess.. The holy body is disgraced by evil thoughts, so put all your hope in Carrie, she becomes your substitute, or rather, a sacrifice to God to ask for forgiveness. Sacrifice?!"

"Huh!?" said Margaret, roaring excitedly, like a mad she-animal, but she could not move at all.

Carrie looked at the crazy and strange mother with a kitchen knife in her hand in a daze, and stepped back step by step.

“.. The lovely Carrie grows bigger and bigger, and your vicious mind begins to change... You are jealous of her, of her youthful and perfect looks, of her spotless body, of her purity like an angel's feather... You don't allow her to communicate too much with the outside world, you don't allow her to have friends, you don't even allow her to have her menarche like a normal girl, did you give her medicine?

"You want Carrie to pray devoutly, to pray day and night, to atone for your sins, to fight for your chance to go to heaven after death.."

"It's a pity.." Carlo shook his head, looked at Margaret and sighed, "If I were God, I wouldn't like a person who betrays his faith and is capricious."

"Shut up! Damn, I'm telling you to shut up.." Margaret screamed and almost jumped off the floor.

"Mom.. Is this true?" Carrie looked at her mother in disbelief and muttered, "I was born because of your desires, and I exist only to atone for your sins... The medicine you gave me was really to curb menarche?.."

"Carrie White.." Margaret gasped for breath, stared at Carlo deadly, and said in a cold tone, "Look what you've done, you've brought the devil back to our home."

"No, Mom.." Carrie shook her head and said with a sad expression, "I want to hear the truth, I've never really understood you... Even, I never know if you love me or not."

"Damn it.. Damn it.." Margaret kept repeating the phrase, and she was saying foul language, which she would never normally commit, and finally, she cried out hysterically, "Yes, I don't love you, I hate you, and I hope every day that you can grow up quickly, and then kill you."

She stared at Carrie viciously, with an incomparably cold gaze.

"Abraham's Lamb to God, you are the Lamb who atonements for my sins, if I kill you, I will return to the arms of the Lord..."

Margaret's distorted face had an eerie look of holiness and piety, muttering, utterly insane.

"The irony is.." Carlo looked at her with pity and said lightly, "Have you begun to be jealous of your lamb because her purity and imperfection bring out your filthy body and soul?"

"Lust, jealousy, betrayal, murder... Margaret, you are full of sins, you are filthy, and God will never look at you again, not even if you eat the whole Bible..."

Carlo looked at her with a smile, spread his hands, and said in a low voice, "Come to hell.. That's the right place for you."

"No!" came a terrible scream from Margaret's mouth.

Carrie also broke down and screamed, she wept bitterly, grief was inexplicable, the power surged through her, all the knives in the room levitated, aimed at Margaret, and flew out like arrows, piercing her body and nailing her to the wall.

Margaret's hands, feet, chest, and eyebrows, with a sharp pair of scissors stuck in them, hung stiffly against the wall, blood flowing, and she was startled, opened her mouth, and finally died.

Above her head, the crucifixion of Jesus was silently watching her...

Carlo's smile brightened, and he saw a soul, an incomparably seductive soul, slowly emerging from Margaret's body.

The intense light of jealousy, the light of love, and all kinds of sins that tightly entwined her, she was like a sweet cake, so that Carlo couldn't help but open her mouth wide...