208 Calling police?
Chapter 208
The man assured her in a serious voice.
The woman was silent upon hearing him and nodded. The tension in her shoulders eased slightly, though the fire in her eyes remained.
“You’re right. I always feel baffled by the foolishness of these humans. To have opinions about exorcists? That’s so ridiculous, haha!” Her laughter was sharp, edged with cruelty, her voice dripping with scorn.
The man continued reading the scroll in his hands, as if lost in thought. His eyes flicked over the ancient symbols, each one sparking a new plan in his mind, his focus unshakable despite the woman’s mocking tone.
What he mentioned just now was a widely known fact.
Not only did normal humans not have favorable impressions of exorcists, but it was also simply impossible for them to have one.
Some people refused to acknowledge that exorcists even existed. Those people were the ones who had never faced any danger and spent most of their lives in the confines of the highly secure, modern cities near the capital.
Then there were those who felt the need to keep the exorcists in check, given the huge differences in power and mentality. To them, exorcists were too powerful, too separate from the normal human experience. They feared what they could not control.
To such people, exorcists should be treated more as tools of war than humans, their sole purpose being to serve normal humans.
It was a ridiculous notion, but the Exorcist Union never bothered with it and continued doing what it wanted. Anyway, the majority of the population viewed the exorcists favorably, so it wasn’t too big of an issue.
“Well, who are we to care? Thanks to these fools, there isn’t a single exorcist in the entire city. We’ve been planning this for well over a year by now. Once it’s released, the entire city will become lambs ready for slaughter!”
“You’re right. Before the exorcists are even notified, we will have long accomplished our goal, hahaha.” The woman let out an erratic laugh as she said this.
“Ahh, I can’t wait. With this number of souls, we can definitely revive our lord…”
There was a glint of madness in his eyes as he spoke, his voice thick with obsession. The weight of their long-awaited moment hung heavy in the air, suffocating in its intensity.
The man had a hint of longing in his words, and the woman remained silent, her eyes fervent with emotion. Her hands trembled ever so slightly, not from fear, but from the sheer adrenaline coursing through her veins.
They had been planning this for a long time, keeping track of the city to ensure that no exorcists got a hint of their presence, or that if any passed by, they would leave without noticing anything abnormal.
It was only recently that they had become confident about their plans and reached the final stage.
Now, the finishing touches were in place, and all that remained was the final, devastating blow.
This did cause some problems with the common folk, but it was nothing too serious—just some nightmares and the disappearances of some insignificant people.
People no one would miss. Faces forgotten by the world, swallowed by the dark alleys and backstreets of the city. In cities like these, the forgotten were the easiest prey. They disappeared without a trace, their existence barely acknowledged by the bustling lives of those in more prosperous areas.
These incidents would at best be reported to the local authorities, and the police would soon forget about them as well. Just another name scrawled in a forgotten ledger, another case left cold. Another missing child, another nameless victim swallowed by the city’s dark underbelly—just another day in the lawless parts of town.
So they had been a little more aggressive lately. Time was running out, and the need to complete the ritual gnawed at their nerves. The sooner they completed the process, the sooner they could revive their lord and rebuild their sects.
Desperation had driven them to take bolder risks, their movements more frantic with each passing day.
“Then it’s about time we start?” The woman’s voice cut through the tense silence, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
“Indeed. It’s time.” The man’s response was calm, but his voice held a note of grim finality.
Both of them glanced at each other as the woman sat cross-legged in the room and closed her eyes as if meditating, while the man retrieved a broken skull from nowhere and placed it in front of her.
The skull, cracked and ancient, seemed to pulse with a dark energy, as if it had a will of its own. Upon closer look, it had weird runes etched on the bony exterior.
The man started to chant in some unknown language, and a runic array began to form beneath the skull.
The symbols glowed faintly at first, but soon the room was bathed in a sinister light, the air around them thick with dark magic.
The two of them soon became immersed in their process.
Their breaths synchronized with the rhythm of the chanting, each word spoken with purpose, as though unlocking something hidden deep beneath the surface.
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Meanwhile, far from the sinister rituals taking place in the alleyways, Oliver had just arrived at the playground that was supposedly cursed. The air here felt heavy, thick with an unseen tension that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He looked around. There were still some people there at that moment, parents chatting as their children played, blissfully unaware of the danger that lingered just beneath the surface.
He made a quick call to the local police station, and soon someone picked up. The distant sound of the city faded as Oliver focused on the voice on the other end.
“Harlington Police speaking, may we know your issue?” A feminine voice sounded from the other end.
Her tone was polite, but there was a hint of weariness—likely the result of dealing with countless routine calls.
Oliver took a deep breath and said, his voice firm and authoritative completely unlike his usual self,
“I am an exorcist dispatched by the Mystic Purge Clan and am currently in the city.”
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