Exorcist of the American Nightmares

On the private jet, after everyone took their seats, Father Augustus simply had someone switch the live broadcast to the large TV screen on the jet. After all, the private jet was equipped with everything, including a TV, a refrigerator, and even luxurious sofas.

When the live broadcast appeared on the big screen, the gathered priests, each looking grim, watched the ongoing live stream of a path that was eerily bizarre. Their faces turned solemn.

The red smoke and familiar sobbing sounds, along with Ryan's reactions, all indicated that a demon had descended.

"A demon that can control a legion, I wonder what level it is," one priest muttered as he watched the live stream.

Clearly, this unknown demon capable of controlling legions put a lot of pressure on them.

—

At the same time.

At Kennedy International Airport.

A black sedan was slowly leaving the airport via a dedicated lane.

"Bishop York, would you like to go back, or would you like to look around first?" asked John Wick, who temporarily became a driver, glancing at the rearview mirror above.

At his words, everyone in the car, including Hilary sitting next to him and Erin next to York in the backseat, looked at York, who was busy on his phone.

"Let's look around first," York said indifferently, his eyes still on the screen showing several missed calls, which puzzled him.

Given his status, a series of more than a dozen calls usually meant something urgent.

"Saxon? Is that little guy in trouble again?" he thought, frowning before dialing the number.

Saxon originally didn't have his phone number, but after the incident in Thailand, they had exchanged numbers.

At the same time in New York, Saxon was staring at his phone screen, hesitating.

He looked at Amelia, who came over and said, "I've made so many calls just now, and calling again might make Bishop York think less of me, especially since before—"

Seeing her normally bold boyfriend suddenly acting like a child, Amelia smiled and reassured him, "Although I haven't met that respected priest that even your aunt and you admire, I think someone like Bishop York wouldn't mind such a small matter."

"I guess you're right!" Saxon coughed and was about to touch the call button when suddenly his phone vibrated with an incoming call, startling him.

"This—"

Saxon's eyes widened as he saw the caller ID displaying Bishop York's name.

He couldn't help but look at Amelia, who smiled encouragingly.

—

"Bishop York! Oh, sorry, I mean, Bishop York!"

"Sorry, Bishop York," Saxon apologized with a panicked voice, and York couldn't help but chuckle.

Once a green young man, he had grown up, even to the point of marriage.

York, who was still single despite the general practice of clergy remaining so, reflected on this, though he was not constrained by such rules.

"No problem, I don't mind the title," York laughed. "I actually prefer when you called me Uncle York. By the way, you've called so many times; is something the matter, Saxon?"

This question made Saxon pause, recalling a deep memory of when he was still naive, frequently visiting Pluto Church where only York would be praying and doing many things he didn't understand.

Back then, he would always call him Uncle York, asking him to play, but now that he was grown up, he knew to respect the priest, not just see him as a father figure.

Thinking of this, Saxon felt a surge of emotions and was about to speak when York continued, "Remember the exorcism live stream I mentioned before?"

"The exorcism live stream?" As York spoke, his expression turned serious.

Of course, he remembered it; he even had the channel banned to prevent these young people from playing with fire by hosting fake exorcism live streams that could accidentally become real.

"Remember, you've made so many calls; it seems they're at it again with such a live stream, and it must have gone wrong," York sighed.

Just from Saxon's few words, he understood everything.

If the live stream had gone wrong, that was the issue.

"Saxon, they're still live streaming now; do you want me to watch? I can send you the link? The atmosphere of the live stream is very suspicious; I really feel something has gone wrong."

York's face remained calm as he replied, "Yes, send it to me."

"Okay, Uncle York, I'll send it right away."

After hearing Saxon's reply, York ended the call.

"What's going on, Bishop?" Erin asked curiously.

"Someone has summoned a demon."

York glanced at the notification that popped up on his phone seconds later and handed his phone to Hilary in the front, who seemed to be watching the road but was actually keeping an eye on him.

"Handle this, please; cast

 the live stream in the car."

The unassuming car was equipped with all sorts of functions, including a device similar to a small television in the backseat.

"Alright, Bishop," Hilary nodded.

Soon, the exorcism live stream was displayed on the monitors in the car, showing a woman with her head bowed, sitting on a chair, writhing uncontrollably. In front of her stood a young man wearing a robe that wasn't quite like the real clerical robes.

Candleholders were placed behind him, and a high table next to him held various bottles and thick books, giving the whole setup an eerie atmosphere.

At that moment, the live stream echoed with a voice that was neither human nor beast, emanating from the woman.

The words she spoke were not of this world.

Even Hilary and Erin, both clergy, could not understand. They looked at their bishop, who calmly explained, "She's speaking the language of demons."

"It means 'Liars shall descend into hell and suffer.'"

With that, perhaps because John Wick was present, York added, "To demons, every human vice is a sin, their way of attacking God and all that is true, good, and beautiful."

Hilary, puzzled, looked at the woman on the live stream and asked, "Bishop, does that mean this woman is possessed by a demon?"

"Yes," York confirmed, watching the possessed woman on the screen, shaking his head.

"Hilary, give me the phone," he said as time relentlessly moved forward, the live stream keeping pace with the unfolding events.

When Ryan spoke in the demonic tongue, and the young man in front of her, Max, began to show a mysterious, sinister smile.

"What are you saying, darling?" Drew furrowed his brows tighter, looking at the unmoving Max, and pressed a switch, speaking into the earpiece in Max's ear.

"Max, what are you doing? Ask Ryan what she's saying."

Max did not move or respond to Drew's command; instead, he slowly kneeled down.

This puzzled the viewers of the live stream and caused Drew to feel an overwhelming sense of unease.

"Pseustai," Ryan continued with only this phrase, her contorting body suddenly stopping as her hands, gripping the chair's armrests, suddenly clawed into a chicken-foot-like position.

In the next second, she, the young man kneeling before her, including Luciano holding the boom mic, and those standing around the equipment area, as well as the live stream viewers, saw her fingernails brutally shatter as she gripped the armrest.

The pain, not needing to be felt to be understood, was intense, chilling everyone who understood that such pain was not ordinary.

"Shit! Ryan, what are you doing?" Drew looked at the bloodied armrests, speaking hastily into his mic.

However, Ryan did not respond; instead, she slowly raised her head to look at Luciano, who was swallowing hard and stepping back. Her pupils shifted into a beast-like circular form, and she tilted her head, her body moving sinuously like a snake.

"Luciano," she called.

Luciano, instinctively stopping, faced the incredibly bizarre scene, his lips dry.

"How—how?" he stammered.

The Ryan he now saw bore no resemblance to the person he once knew; the only thing he felt was fear.

"You don't need to be afraid," Ryan's mouth curled up widely, her expression a mix of ferocity and leisure, but with Max kneeling beside her, it looked utterly sinister and horrifying.

She continued in a beast-like tone, "Your tattoo is cool, huh? How do you feel, thinking you're strong?"

Luciano, a large man, stared at Ryan, completely unable to speak, his mouth opening and closing without sound.

"What? Can't speak now?" Ryan taunted.

Drew, sensing something was terribly wrong, instinctively spoke into the mic connected to Ryan's earpiece.

"Ryan, what are you doing?"

"Shh, shh, shh!" Ryan tilted her head in an unnatural position, making a gesture no ordinary person would, and looked towards Drew in the equipment area.

"You're next."

She then turned to Luciano, staring at the flame tattoo on his arm, and with a breathy voice, the next second, in front of the wide-eyed Drew and the live stream audience, Luciano's arm burst into flames, enveloping him completely.

"Oh! Shit!"

Many viewers were startled, covering their mouths or staring in disbelief.

For a moment, the live stream's chat was silent.

"Shit!"

Drew was the only one on-site, not caring about the live stream; he ran to the fire cabinet and grabbed a fire extinguisher.

"Luciano!"

The flames shot up, knocking Luciano back against the high table, where he collapsed.

Strangely, the fire seemed to affect only Luciano, not spreading to anything

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