ตอน 1: Chapter 1 Exorcism
"Surrey, Little Whinging, number 4, Privet Drive... It should be here... But why does this place feel so familiar?"
The patter of rain fell upon the dark raincoat, as a pair of small mud-stained brown boots halted in front of a gloomy English-style house.
John murmured to himself, casting a glance around the surroundings.
At that moment, a middle-aged woman, as if waiting at the door, rushed over as soon as she saw him, braving the rain.
"Mr. Constantine? You must be Mr. Constantine, right?" The woman's voice was urgent, her dark circles and bloodshot eyes betraying her state of distress.
"Yes, Mrs. Lawrence," John replied.
Despite the woman's evident distrust towards the young boy before her, the situation at home left her with no choice but to turn to him for help.
"Please, Mr. Constantine, you have to save my child, he... *sob*."
Mrs. Lawrence pulled John hurriedly into her house, her anxious explanation gradually devolving into tearful sobs.
John had long grown accustomed to such scenes. As he stepped inside the house, he was greeted by several anxious figures in the living room.
One couple caught his eye, causing a slight pause. They looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place them.
Before he could dwell on it further, eerie screams and shouts from upstairs interrupted his thoughts.
Without hesitation, John grabbed his suitcase and ascended the stairs quickly.
"God... The Lawrence family must have been gone mad; this is clearly just a mischievous child playing tricks!" murmured a stout middle-aged man, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Careful now! Don't go spreading rumors here; Mrs. Lawrence won't spare us if she hears. Strange occurrences like this aren't exclusive to the Lawrence household, are they?" cautioned another, mindful of their surroundings.
As he heard his wife's words, the thought of the troublesome child they were fostering at home made the man curse inwardly once more.
"Bloody hell! That little demon must have been sent to torment me!"
Upstairs, John reached the doorway of a bedroom and immediately saw the figure bound tightly to the bed, writhing and struggling as if devoid of bones and joints.
"Good grief, Frank, think of something quick!" he called out urgently.
"Damn it, this guy's got some strength!" grunted one of the men as they struggled to restrain the thrashing boy. However, at that moment, they seemed more like passengers on a roller coaster ride, tossed around by the boy who was clearly possessed by a demon.
With a resounding crash, one of the men was flung across the room, crashing heavily into the wall and remaining there, unable to rise.
The remaining man's face turned pale as he stared at the monstrous sight before him.
"Roar!"
As he watched his son suddenly open his mouth wide like a beast, the man felt as if he might faint from the sheer terror.
Underneath his son's human exterior, he sensed something terrifying struggling and writhing, like a monstrous fish trapped in cellophane.
Just as panic began to grip the man, a hand adorned with two golden cross rings suddenly emerged from the side.
"Our Father, who art in heaven," began a long string of what seemed like Latin prayers, as the hand swiftly pressed against the boy's face.
With a hiss of sulfur and the boy's agonized struggles, the entire building reverberated with the sound.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
"Roar! Lord!"
"Oh my God..."
The terrified screams echoed from the man who was trying to suppress the boy. His eyes widened as if he had seen something unbelievable.
In his line of sight, beneath his son's skin, it seemed that there was something terrifying, struggling and writhing inside his body, like a monstrous fish wrapped in cellophane.
And as John finished reciting the Exorcism Spell, the boy, who had been struggling relentlessly, suddenly seemed to lose all his strength, collapsing limply on the bed.
He couldn't even move a finger.
"Oh my God... How did you do that?" The master of the house, still trembling with uncertainty, slowly climbed to his feet as if he had seen God himself, and looked at John, who was taking out various items such as vials, the Bible, and various styles of silver jewelry from his suitcase.
John smiled faintly.
"Mr. Lawrence, there's no need to be nervous. What's inside your child is not a demon, or rather, it hasn't earned the title of demon yet," he said calmly.
As he spoke, he twisted open a small bottle and poured the liquid inside onto the boy's body.
"Roar!"
The increasingly pungent smell of sulfur accompanied by rising white smoke filled the room, followed by eerie whispers that sent shivers down everyone's spine.
Unable to contain their curiosity any longer, the people downstairs cautiously peered out of the doorway.
What met their eyes was a scene of exorcism that they couldn't comprehend.
A handheld lamp burning with golden-red flames was placed on the windowsill by John. The boy's body, shrouded in white smoke as he leaned towards the light, seemed to reveal ghastly bones.
On the other side of the boy, John held a small silver pendant, no larger than his palm, in one hand, and picked up an ancient-looking mirror with the other.
"In the name of God, I command you to leave this earth," John proclaimed, his voice resolute.
"Evil be gone!"
"Roar!"
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