Chapter 130: Deceiver - I Forged Them in Darkness, and They Buried Me in It

## Chapter 130: Deceiver Everywhere, souls were howling, the agonizing screams echoing through the heavens and earth. Their flesh was being peeled away bit by bit, the blood staining the entire land a deep crimson. A heavy scent of blood wafted through the air, accompanied by waves of a putrid stench. Truth be told, the Pope had lived a long life and had witnessed many sights, but the hellish tableau before him now caused even his eyes to widen in shock. Let alone those following behind him. They were evidently still bewildered by what had transpired. Yet, their gazes were involuntarily drawn to the slender figure at the center. In the next instant, they felt a sudden sting, hastily averting their eyes. How could the divine be looked upon so freely? Even just a fleeting glimpse, the divine aura emanating from that figure, compelled one to worship. Especially once they noticed the twelve enormous, inky black wings unfurled behind the girl. The Pope instinctively faltered, dropping to his knees. His eyes were filled with disbelief, mumbling unconsciously. "Goddess...?" The old man's murky eyes suddenly ignited with unparalleled fervor. He cried out loudly. "Holy Light above, I am your devout servant..." But his voice abruptly ceased. For a terrifying black mist, as dark as ink, had already reached them. There was no escape, no resistance. Bare contact was enough to strip them of all reason. Fresh souls were continually extracted from their bodies by the mist, shredded to pieces as if undergoing a slow and torturous death, nutrients consumed bit by bit. In this regard, the divine exhibited great impartiality, showing the due mercy and magnanimity deserved. No preferential treatment was given to the Pope due to his strength and status. Once the remnants of clouds completely dispersed, the moonlight flooded from the night sky, fully spilling its clarity. That moonlight bathed the girl's ethereal figure. She remained motionless, cradling the man in her arms, unmoved. Even as the manor succumbed to a hell on earth, she remained untouched. No one knew how long passed before the soul-deep wails of agony and screams gradually faded with the breaking light on the horizon. The hem of her black dress spread on the ground, and Eileen finally stirred. She slowly and subtly lifted her head, her gaze fixed into the distance. Henceforth, she needed no followers. Just her sole priest was enough. Yet precisely because of this, she felt pain. As a deity, naturally none could harm her in this world. But some wounds were incomparable to mere physical pains. She understood clearly, the priest meant to be hers alone. Had perished... eternally... The light on the horizon grew more distinct. It illuminated the land, shining upon the once ornate manor, destroyed in one night. All around were collapsed ruins and the foliage wantonly trampled by iron hooves. Places she had once shared with the priest. Now as the morning breeze blew, only a desolate ground remained. A sweeping glance saw naught but desolation. She softly murmured. "Indeed, the distance is far..." "No one can escape." "They... shall all accompany you in burial." The black gown fluttered, the twelve wings swayed in the wind, lifting the girl’s slender form. Her body now appeared much taller than before. Amidst the disarray of her skirt, traces of intricate patterns could be seen on her legs, a faint red glow flowing within them. Her every move exuded a forbidden beauty. The aura was chaotic yet unsullied. It still bore the nobility and sanctity expected of the divine, albeit with an additional element of allure. Two entirely different sensations intertwined within the girl, elevated to a higher plane. Eileen suddenly had an epiphany. Perhaps she was always meant to be divine. The Church, that was the true heresy in this world. The matters behind everything were far too intricate, possibly involving ancient times. But Eileen no longer had the mind to ponder such things. The black mist gently enveloped the man’s body, elevating him before her. In the face of those previous vile souls, the deity was undoubtedly noble and detached. Not even deigning to speak, unwilling to spare a single extra word. But now before this man, she revealed an unfathomable tenderness. Her alabaster fingers, nearly surreal in their pallor, lightly touched the man’s face. Trembling yet resolute. The man’s eyes remained shut, his consciousness long scattered. Even his flesh had released its last warmth, growing cold. She silently gazed upon her priest meant solely for her, suddenly smiling. A soft smile, blossoming on her picture-perfect face, forming two small dimples. In the next moment, she slightly bowed her head, taking the initiative in a kiss. Her soft red lips parted slightly, the mysterious runes on the bare skin of her calves shining with a dazzling light. The witch, or perhaps, the divine’s power was comprehended. Eileen knew what it signified. Every pulse of the runes marked her emotions stirring. That was where all human desires and emotions converged. Any normal person who looked a moment too long would lose their senses, forever trapped in confusion. As lips and teeth intertwined, the black mist surged again, cloaking their forms completely from view, appearing from the outside like a large cloud of dark mist roiling to and fro. The black mist slowly crept up Lucius' body. His arms first, then every limb and extremity. She consumed it all, swallowing it entirely within herself. Now… The priest would never leave me again... The girl chuckled vacantly, then dispersed the mist and slowly descended to the ground. Beneath her was a battlefield’s aftermath. Eileen stood for a long while, then moved toward her previous path. There lay the manor’s main building, their former dwelling place. Being at the farthest end of the estate, it was the only building spared, remaining intact. Without employing divine power, Eileen walked step by step like an ordinary person, as if returning to normalcy. She ascended the stairs, her eyes sweeping over the familiar scenes. It was in this corridor where she and that man had conversed through countless nights. Where they shared their dreams. Subtle words seemed to still echo in her ears. "What about you, what's your dream?" "Me? Of course, it's for Miss Eileen to always be happy." His tone straightforward and without the slightest hesitation. "Holy Light above, I will never make Miss Eileen sad, forever and always." Liar... Such a liar... The girl’s frail shoulder leaned against the wall. Her eyes shimmered with tears, she lightly clenched her palm, then helplessly released, letting go. What truly takes a life, she realized, was never the moment when one knows someone has left. But rather, a serene moment later on, when seeing something, remembering something. (End of Chapter)