52 Priest, Pray for Us

After careful consideration, combined with Anton's actions, Henry felt a significant threat coming from the bloodied cross in the young priest's hand. Anton appeared to have much more experience than the other priest, who had easily succumbed to temptation.

"Oh... It seems you're a special case. I'm surprised that a human can withstand so much power in the palm of his hand." Henry lifted the upper part of his body and grabbed Anton fiercely, intending to cut him into pieces.

"My light is stronger than any shadow. With each step, I unravel the darkness, forging a path toward clarity and peace," said Anton as he approached, preparing to do the work.

"How dare you mock me!! If I wish, I can definitely kill you!"

Watching as Henry tried unsuccessfully to extend his hands, Anton stopped a few inches out of reach of this dark entity and looked at him without any fear on his face, as if this being did not intimidate him.

The manipulation of divine energy kept Henry in place, giving Anton the confidence to make his next moves.

"Uhhhhhh!" Henry glared at Anton ferociously, opening his mouth like a rabid dog about to bite.

This was indeed the special case Anton had been prepared for. Henry's fierce appearance seemed very aggressive, and his abilities surpassed those of any dark entity that primarily possessed a human body.

"I'm quite curious. Why did you choose such a weak child as Henry?" Anton began playing with his words to learn more about this darkness.

"Uhhhh!" Henry still struggled to free himself from the things holding him back. At that moment, the upper part of his body was suspended in the air while he fixed his fierce eyes on Anton, who was challenging him with his gaze.

"How curious..." Anton looked deeply into Henry's eyes, leaned forward, extended his hand, and placed it a few scant centimeters from the boy's pseudo forehead.

"You are one of the twelve great demons. Your strength is so great that you can only be a king of hell. But still, how dare you avoid my questions?"

Perhaps Anton's words stirred Henry's behavior as he played with his childlike appearance. After hearing that he had been called a King of Hell, his eyes widened with surprise.

"You're a very strong, dirty priest, but you must understand that I can choose whomever I want to possess." Henry said, looking expressionless at Anton, who still showed no fear.

"As you said, I am a King of Hell, so you should feel honored to have someone as sacred as the god you worship right before your eyes."

Anton's stance did not change at these words, but he still did not press his hand to Henry's forehead, who seemed more cautious than before.

"So, why didn't you choose someone with more influence, like the Pope? The Archbishop? Instead, you chose to possess a useless child that even the weakest demon could possess. I don't think a King of Hell is so naive, and I am deeply convinced that it must be something special."

In front of Julie's very surprised eyes, who were looking at her son's body being controlled by a demon, she lifted Thomas, who was still unconscious.

"You don't understand the delights of my actions." Henry replied, licking his lips disgustingly.

Anton nodded and said, "Come on, I don't want to think that I'm in the presence of a useless demon who only spits out words as filthy as a brainless child. If a King of Hell bothers to come to the human world and possess an insignificant child in my eyes, he might as well stay in hell."

Henry's eyes were fixed on Anton's arrogant smile. He could feel the arrogance, the mockery, and the tone of disdain directed at him.

"You don't have the privilege to know, damned scum."

"Uhhhhhh!"

Henry didn't want to reveal too much because he could disclose details that might lead Anton to discover his name. Therefore, he smiled slightly as his eyes rolled back.

Just as Henry wanted to spit at Anton, a powerful electric shock burned on his forehead, and a penetrating pain began to spread throughout his body.

At that moment, Anton's hand pressed strongly against Henry's, and white smoke began to slowly emanate.

"[300 faith points have been used!]"

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

If it were before, Henry would have used his power to expel Anton, who was hurting him. But right now, without understanding how, his forehead couldn't separate from Anton's hand. Anton, too, began to sweat coldly.

"I think you're still a useless demon, so the conversation will end now," said Anton as he pressed harder on Henry's forehead, who writhed abnormally.

Roaaaarrrrrr!!!!

Henry's eyes began to cry blood; he could swear that no one before in his life had caused him as much harm as Anton was doing now. He now understood that that hand was the hand of God.

"Come on, why a child instead of an adult?" Anton shouted as his hand received many scratches that extended to his neck, but resisting the pain, he did not let go of Henry, who only roared.

Anton's behavior had completely changed; right now, he was in a process from which he could not retreat. He only had two submissions: either expel this demon or kill Henry with the demon inside to send him back to hell.

"You must understand the satisfaction of possessing an innocent child and turning him into a demon in his mother's eyes... Hahaha, even if you manage to expel me, they will never see this naive brat the same way again."

"I am Satan; I will tear off all your limbs when you beg for hell." Henry shouted, looking resentfully at Anton, who kept hurting him.

Anton smiled, looked deep into the eyes of the demon, and said, "I could see lust in your eyes when I entered this room, so now I know what your name is."