A tall, thin man walks into the church.

His hair was shiny, his beard looked like he hadn't shaved in days, his suit was crumpled with a brown coat, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was haggard and tired.

The man looked up at the statue of Jesus in front of him, stared silently for a few seconds, and then walked straight into the confessional room.

"Father, I'm guilty. ”

The man's deep voice came from the other side of the door.

The priest closed the Bible in his hand, made a gesture of listening attentively, and replied softly: "Child, everyone is guilty, born with sin, speak up, maybe the Lord can forgive you..."

"I cheated... The object was my female subordinate, I was drunk that night, and then, she pestered me... I didn't expect her to be so crazy, she shook that thing out, ruined my family, ruined my job... And then they ruined me and forsaken me. She's a devil.."

The man's account was staccato and somewhat messy, and the priest listened attentively, and when he had finished speaking, he said again: "She is not the devil, the devil is in your heart. You have been tempted by the devil and have made mistakes.."

"You're right, Father, it's all my fault." The man's voice already carried a hint of desperation.

The priest hurriedly changed his words and comforted: "However, you can choose to stay away from the devil and start over.."

"Is it really possible?" said the man, trembling.

"Of course, God and angels are watching you, and from now on atone for the mistakes you have made, and the gates of heaven will still be open for you."

"Really? Thank you, Father." The man seemed to let go of the burden in his heart and said excitedly, "Then what should I do, God.."

Suddenly, at this moment, a strange sound sounded in the ears of the two of them.

The sound was incredibly harsh, and it kept getting louder and sharper, soon exceeding the limits of the frequencies that humans could tolerate.

"Ahh

Two screams rang out, and both the priest and the man in the confessional room covered their ears in pain, blood pouring down their ears.

"Bang bang.." A series of sounds was the cracking of all the stained glass in the church.

The priest heard the man's desperate and agitated voice next door: "Lord, don't even you want to forgive me?"

After this scream, the man's voice died down, and the priest was frightened, fearing that something would happen, and stumbled out of the confessional room in the pain of burrowing his brain, trying to save the man.

But when he pushed open the door of the confessional room, he saw. A light.

An incomparably brilliant light.

"Ah!" the priest screamed again, his eyes burning with golden fire, his eyeballs burning to ashes, and tears of blood streaming down his hollow sockets.

Finally, everything was calm.

The priest's eyes were dark, and he sat down on the ground in horror, groping with his hands, repeating in his mouth: "My eyes. My eyes .."

"Squeak", the sound of the wooden door opening, followed by crisp and steady footsteps.

"Who?!" cried out the priest in horror, "Who are you?"

"I thought that a devout believer like you could hear my true voice and see my true body."

If the priest could still see, he would see that the down-and-out man who had confessed to him before him was now standing in front of him with a calm face, looking down at him coldly.

The decadent and gray temperament of the man was swept away, and it turned into an indescribable nobility and indifference, and his originally sky-blue eyes turned into brilliant gold, which revealed the meaning of being high and indifferent to all beings.

"Who the hell are you?"

The priest's flustered heart was soothed by an inexplicable force, and he felt a peace and tranquility that he had never felt before, and a light suddenly appeared in his dark vision, the same as before, but no longer dazzling.

He received the oracle, the gospel of God, and the angel of God came down and walked the earth with the will of the Lord, and all he had to do was to cooperate with the actions of the angel.

"Lord, is it really you?"

The priest fell to his knees in excitement, holding the cross on his chest, and shouted: "Thank you for all the divine light that you have shown me.."

The priest's eyes were hollow, blood and tears flowed, but his face was filled with unspeakable joy and joy.

The man stood in front of him, as if speaking to him, and as if talking to himself.

"There is a stone jumping into God's chessboard, it destroys everything that is established, we need to erase it... You need to find the four strong Believer bodies as soon as possible to bring my companions down."

"That's my supreme pleasure.." The priest shouted excitedly, and couldn't help but ask, "Can I tell me your name?"

The man's face was like the calm water of a holy lake, the clear sky was swept by thunder and lightning, and the light of an instant reflected his back, and three pairs of incomparably huge wing-like shadows flashed in the church.

He whispered, "My name, Cassideo.."

...

USA, Los Angeles, somewhere in a slum.

It's a bit strange that such a place exists in this day and age, and it's in Los Angeles, which is known for its bustling luxury. However, this is often the case. Under the bounty is barren, under the flowers is the white bones, and the rich people play with two or three virgins every night, and eat the tender hearts and livers of a hundred heifers, and at the same time, in the same city, there are innumerable poor people or hunger or disease... Or some unimaginable cause of painful death.

The blonde man lit the last cigarette and threw the cigarette case with the "Silk Cut" sign on it on the floor.

He has brilliant blonde hair, a long trench coat with a loose shirt and tie, and is somewhat unkempt, but the occasional vicissitudes of life can still attract the attention of many women for him.

The blonde man looked at his watch, took a hard puff on the cigarette, and waited until it was halfway through before he threw it at his feet and stomped it out, and then strode up the old residential building behind him.

The handrails of the stairs were full of dust, leftovers and garbage were thrown at the door, and the corridors were littered with miscellaneous items, as well as clothes and underwear hanging everywhere, and my ears were filled with dialect slang from all over the world.

Going up to the third floor, the situation here is a little different, and people come out of the "pigeon cage" in every house, facing the same direction, in the innermost part of the corridor.

"Please, save my daughter."

A middle-aged woman with a sad face knelt at the door, pleading with everyone, but no one dared to step forward, and everyone who had seen the poor girl knew that she was possessed by the devil, and they could not help, so they could only hide far away, praying that the devil would leave contentedly after torturing the girl.

The blonde man violently pushed through the crowd of onlookers and strode into the room, where an Asian girl in white pajamas and messy hair was firmly tied up on the large bed in the room.