Ascension of the Dark Seraph - Chapter 83

Chapter 83: The Pastor’s Jealousy Chapter 83: The Pastor’s Jealousy Catherine walked out of the church and headed to the side.

Her eyes peered to the yellow portal and squinted when a silhouette was there.

Recognizing who the person was, her breaths became rigid and heavy, she was so furious that it made her hyperventilate.

She has always done what she could, for the church, even compared to the other nuns, she was the most diligent.

But as opposed to having her kindness repaid in full, she was used instead.

She didn’t know how long she stood at the corner of the church.

Once she collected herself, she gripped her short sword and went over to the portal.

Poised in front of the portal was the pastor, and he seemed to be doing something.

He also seemed to be talking with someone within the portal.

“You were the only one I thought I could rely on…” A trembling voice interrupted him.

Glancing over his shoulder, the pastor raised an eyebrow and realized that it was Catherine.

“What are you going to do with that blade, Catherine?

Put it down before you get hurt” “I thought if anyone were to stand up for me, it should be you, the pastor,” Catherine added, ignoring the pastor’s command as emotions built up on her face.

“You were supposed to aid me!

Yet you encouraged him as he beat, and beat me!

Even when I pleaded for help, you did not spare me a glance and even laughed at me!” “How could you…?” Her face twisted with sadness and pain.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Despite hearing the pain inside her voice, the pastor didn’t seem to be bothered by it.

He has no remorse but what Catherine said irked him evidently.

Pausing for a second, the pastor then gazed at Catherine again, his eyes maniacal.

“Why, you ask?” the pastor sneered, his voice dripping with mockery.

“You expect me to rot in this shithole while you and the other nuns chosen to become Blood Sisters get taken-to Sunhold City to live out a fulfilling life?

How is that fair, huh?!” His voice kept on rising, fueled by the anger he had hidden for all these years.

Upon hearing this, Catherine’s breath was caught in her throat.

She has never seen the pastor talk and act like this.

“You already got what you wanted!’ Catherine shouted back.

“You sacrificed the men for the Blood God and obtained its power, what more do you need?!

Stop this now-there’s no need to work with the Crossers and be a traitor to our world” Once again, the pastor chuckled before he bursts into an exuberant laughter.

He found what Catherine said extremely funny.

“It’s temporary…” the pastor finally said.

“the power I obtained from the ritual is temporary because I’m not a damn Hybrid.

I will eventually lose this power, and return to becoming a normal pastor once again, and I can’t have that.

So I made a deal with the Crossers…” “For helping them cultivate their proselytes, they are going to give me the power I seek” Catherine’s expression darkens.

She couldn’t believe that the city was destroyed all because of the pastor’s selfishness.

“Oh, I haven’t answered your question, have I?” Laughing manically, the pastor continued.

“I am making your life hell because out of the nuns, you have the highest talent-to become a respectable Blood Sister.

How can someone like you have such a talent, while someone like me doesn’t?” “So why not tie you down to a drunkard and force you to live a miserable life?” He added.

Upon hearing this, Catherine’s heart skipped a beat.

Her world shattered at that moment.

Every word from the pastor’s lips felt like shards of glass, cutting deep into her chest.

She trusted the pastor with all her heart, the one who had guided her faith, now stood before her laughing, mocking her very existence.

An excruciating pain, pierced her heart-as though it was being stomped into the ground, crushed by the weight of betrayal.

It was the pastor who suggested she marry her husband.

Both of their strings of fate are intertwined, he said.

All of that was a lie.

For a fleeting second, the world became muted.

Catherine’s body trembled, not with fear, but with a surge of rage so powerful it threatened to tear her apart.

Her mind screamed, but her tongue didn’t.

And then, as if on instinct-her hand gripped the handle of the short sword hard.

“Raarggghh!!!” Catherine lunged at him, her scream raw and primal.

Upon seeing this, the pastor smirked, satisfied with destroying Catherine’s entire life.

He could see through Catherine’s eyes that he was successful.

‘Now, for the ending blow…’ the pastor pondered and stretched both of his arms to the side.

Regardless of what Catherine was feeling right now, this was not a novel story, she wouldn’t unlock any power to strike him down.

On the contrary-the pastor, would end her right here, letting her die full of regret.

‘I’ll kill her with her own weapon-before I proceed to kill those academy hunters,’ the pastor thought again, anticipating the glory that awaits him in the future.

‘Once I absorbed the gem-even those academy hunters wouldn’t be able to match me and the proselytes’ Just as he thought of that, however, the pastor’s eyes caught something in the distance.

A pair of glowing green eyes near the church.

Squinting his eyes, he frowned when he realized that it was the Hybrid he fought earlier.

Lucivar.

From the distance, Lucivar was smiling eerily, striking unease in the pastor’s heart.

He must’ve heard everything from start to finish.

Recalling how Lucivar easily killed the priests under him, the pastor was assaulted, by a deep urge to run away.

He didn’t want to deal with Lucivar right now, not when he wasn’t ready.

As the pastor was making eye contact, Lucivar’s eyes flashed him.

He was blinded for a second.

Once he regained back his sight, he wasted no time to turn and escape.

But he couldn’t do that, something gripped him in place.

Looking down, the pastor saw emerald chains wrapping around his body like snakes.

“No…

wait!” the pastor exclaimed fearfully, seeing Catherine was nearing him.

Not heeding his words, fueled by pain and anger, Catherine stabbed the pastor in the chest.

She plunged the short sword and pushed it in deep.

Catherine kept going until the blade was gone, embedded entirely inside the pastor’s chest.

A burning sensation permeated from where Catherine stabbed him, forcing the pastor to grit his teeth hard.

She may not awakened any power, to strike him down-but she got help from Lucivar, an external help.

Realizing what had happened, the pastor channeled his power.

He didn’t expect this to happen but if he were to die here, Catherine should also die.

But as he was about to do that, the chains tightened and pulled him down to his knees hard.

Not wanting to stop, still fueled by the anger from having her life destroyed-by the jealousy of a man, Catherine pulled out the short sword, and stabbed the pastor in the neck.

An utter shock could be seen crossing the pastor’s face as he grabbed ahold of his bleeding neck.

Even in his wildest dream, he never thought he would die in Catherine’s hands.

Slowly, he fell down to the ground, his eyes open wide.

He crumpled to the ground and saw Lucivar still in the distance, smiling at him cruelly.

Just from the excited smile marring his face alone, the pastor knew, that Lucivar was the one who summoned the emerald chains from earlier.

Considering that he was an academy hunter-the pastor didn’t understand why he would do such a thing.

Helping Catherine kill him should be going over the line.

Unless, of course, he wanted Catherine to deliver the justice after Lucivar heard their talk.

But the pastor quickly erased that from his mind.

He could tell from the smile on Lucivar’s face, that he was not doing all of this, for something like delivering justice, no, he was doing this because he took pleasure in watching this scene unfold, a complete lunatic.

Crawling in pain, the pastor tried to reach for Lucivar.

Even though he knew that he would die here, he didn’t want to die at Catherine’s hands.

At the very least, Lucivar should be the one to end him.

Just then, the pastor’s face paled when he saw Lucivar casting him a mocking grin before he turned around to leave.

He knew what the pastor wanted but he denied the pastor of it, “No, please…

C- Come back!

Come back!!” Catherine approached him, the short sword dripping with fresh blood.

She then mounted his back, held the short sword with both hands, and stabbed repeatedly.

Blood splattered everywhere with each stab.

Even when the pastor was already dead, Catherine kept going, venting all of her emotions.

Once she collected herself-and was greeted by the grotesque sight of the pastor’s mangled back, she fell to the side facing the sky.

It was her first time killing someone, and for better or worse, she felt relieved.

Killing the pastor-it felt refreshing.

“Dear God, death is yours.

And this death, it’s yours too…” She whispers, staring into the sky.

Meanwhile, Lucivar walked away, deciding not to confront Catherine right away.

‘Sometimes, it is better to give the target time to breathe, and digest what she had done,’ He pondered with a light smile.

‘It would weaken their resolve without needing me to interfere.

A nun who had just killed someone?

Her own mind would wreck herself’ ‘Besides, the pastor is not the finale for Catherine.

Her husband was…’ Lucivar nodded.

Knowing that the plan to prepare Catherine was going smoothly, he was exuberant.

He can put that in the back of his mind now and focus on other things.

Other things such as the proselytes and also his doppelganger.

Since the proselytes were hiding, finding and taking care of them would be hard.

Now that they were already quite strong-from feeding on the city’s people, they could stay hidden until the portal broke.

Aside from a perfect opportunity to feed again, the proselytes, wouldn’t come out again.

Lucivar would need to lure them out.

However, it was easier said than done, he didn’t know how he would do that.

Upon reaching back to the others, Lucivar found Leandra and Mirel seemed to be in trouble.

Many of the people were cornering them, seemingly asking for something.

Picking up his pace, he went over to them.

Leandra’s eyes flashed in relief and excitement when she saw Lucivar was approaching-she was having a lot of trouble dealing with the people but it should be fine now that Lucivar was here.

Cutting through the crowd, Lucivar reached Leandra and Mirel before he turned.

He swept his gaze across the crowd with a questioning look.

“What’s going on here?” He asked with a stern voice.

Sensing the air around him, the people stopped, knowing that Lucivar was not a pushover.

Leandra stepped forward and whispered.

“All of them wanted to go-to the church to pray but I told them they couldn’t, not when the proselytes were still around.

Going to the church would risk their lives and not to mention, it would’ve been bad if the portal broke open while they were at the church” Upon hearing this, Lucivar frowned.

He knew the city was religious but he didn’t expect this kind of problem because of it.

Just then, however, his eyes flashed with a realization.

Lucivar then grinned mischievously.

‘I think I could use this to my advantage.

Let’s give them what they want, shall we?’