Exorcist of the American Nightmares

The audience watching the livestream experienced a climax.

But Drew, who was present at the scene and could feel everything, was somewhat stunned.

Despite all his expectations, he had never imagined things would unfold this way.

This moment was the most thrilling and magical day of his life.

Who else had a fake exorcism livestream turn real, with a real demon appearing and then a real bishop turning up to take charge?

Yes, in his eyes, the man standing before him radiated an aura he could not comprehend.

"Sacred!" The word suddenly flashed through Drew's mind.

A quality that Mark certainly did not possess.

"Human, you underestimate me!" Ryanne bellowed.

"I will make you die!"

The anger in her voice startled Drew, waking him from his stupor.

His head buzzed, the background before his eyes dissolved, and all he could see was the engulfing darkness.

It seemed like the whole world went silent, so quiet that he felt he was the only one left.

At that moment, while he still couldn't comprehend the situation, a calm voice spoke.

"Underestimate? It's not that I underestimate you, but in my presence, you are as insignificant as an ant."

With these words, Drew suddenly found he could see again.

His senses returned; before him stood the towering figure of the bishop, pressing a crucifix against Ryanne's forehead as his hearing also came back.

He witnessed an unbelievable scene.

The fourth floor where he was located had become a rooftop.

Around him were countless pieces of debris, frozen mid-air.

Drew, present at the scene, was puzzled by this development.

But the audience watching the livestream all called it a miracle.

They clearly saw the upper part of the building explode in an instant, transforming into the scene before them.

"Is this some kind of miraculous power from a movie? Incredible!"

"Such a sci-fi moment, I can't understand what's happening."

"It's clear that this bishop named York John is clashing with the demon, and this transformation is the result of their powers colliding."

"Are all exorcisms this dangerous? Do all priests possess this kind of power?"

"It's truly dangerous; the entire upper structure exploded, indicating that this power could be lethal to humans too, pulverizing them like it did the building."

"No wonder the priest I often visited suddenly disappeared one day; he must have been involved in an exorcism."

"Why is Drew unharmed?"

"It must be the bishop's power protecting him, and likely the livestream equipment too, otherwise, this livestream would have been destroyed."

The comments section was buzzing.

Meanwhile, York continued his confrontation with the demon.

If someone could communicate with spirits or utilize mediumship,

They would see a spectacular scene of black and white clashing above.

"Humans!!!"

Perhaps feeling that her powers were ineffective against the clergyman before her, Ryanne roared in frustration.

Ignoring the burning on her forehead and the smoke rising from it, her hands, which had been resting on the armrests, now broke free from what she considered flimsy handcuffs.

With a snap, the handcuffs shattered.

Ryanne stared intently at the human before her, her claw-like hands reaching viciously towards his neck.

She intended to literally break his neck, killing this human who greatly infuriated and disgusted her.

But just as she was about to grasp him, she found she couldn't control her hands; they froze in mid-air as if bound by some invisible force, as if the entire space had solidified.

"Sit nicely, continue playing your part," York said indifferently.

Dominating the scene, his powerful telekinesis pressed down on Ryanne's hands, forcing them back into place.

The remaining telekinetic energy formed a set of transparent handcuffs, unlike the previous ones, robust and tenacious, from which Ryanne could not escape.

The chair itself was also protected by a thick layer of York's psychic energy.

In no time, Ryanne, who had been able to use her demonic powers, was regressed to the first stage of possession.

This was an extreme humiliation for Amon, who was one of the seventy-two demon gods, ranked sixth and commanding forty legions of hell. Aside from her own master, when had she ever been looked down upon?

Never!

Now, for the first time, she felt belittled by a mere human! Her rage was as searing as volcanic magma.

"Roar!" Ryanne howled to the sky, her pupils turning a strange shade of red.

With her roar, the entire space shook violently.

The building trembled as if about to collapse, tilting and even descending.

A dark abyss appeared on the ground, perhaps a gaping maw rising from hell, devouring the entire block of buildings.

Viewers watching through a screen might not fully grasp the situation.

But Drew felt his head might explode, the pain causing him to cover his ears.

Yet he discovered it was futile. As he sat on the ground, he felt the floor slipping beneath him, sliding downwards uncontrollably.

Using his peripheral vision, now that the fourth floor had become a rooftop, he saw the surrounding buildings continuously collapsing.

This was just Drew's perspective. To the clergy who had just arrived on the outskirts, the entire area seemed to have been swallowed by the abyss.

"I told you, you are but a weak ant to me."

York shook his head, his body bursting with dazzling light that spread to match the size of the ground's abyss, forming a plane of cascading holy light.

"Ah! This is..."

Father Augustus and Archbishop Archibald, who had just arrived, stared at the spectacle, looking at the plane that seemed to replace the entire sky in their view, each taking a deep breath.

As clergymen, they could feel the overwhelming sanctity emanating from it.

The next second, the plane of light cascading from the sky slammed downwards through all the buildings, directly colliding with the abyss covering the ground.

With a snap, the devouring abyss on the ground, like darkness dispelled by light or avoiding it, rapidly receded.

Suddenly, the situation returned to calm.

Drew felt himself return to normal and instinctively looked outside.

Now, the cluster of buildings outside had all but disappeared, collapsed or collapsing, leaving only the building he was in still upright.

"This..." Drew instinctively turned to the bishop and Ryanne, who was still roaring.

"It's over," York stated calmly as he looked at the still-screaming Ryanne.

The Bible in his hands flipped pages on its own, eventually stopping on a particular chapter.

"Amon! Marquis of Flames, representing [the Hermit, the Inscrutable], your deeds are naked before our Lord, hidden nowhere."

Under the enhancement of holy power, Ryanne could no longer maintain her facade. Her face twisted in agony, struggling and emitting thick black smoke, but an invisible force firmly pressed her back into the chair.

This was similar to Drew's previous exorcism attempts, but now with the continual rise of black mist.

The audience watching the livestream sensed the difference between the two. They didn't understand why, but this time they knew the demon was in some kind of agony.

Everyone clearly heard the bishop's steady and resolute voice.

"In the most holy name of Jesus Christ, I command you with divine power, Amon, to disperse immediately! The darkness cannot withstand the glory of our Lord; I am a spokesperson of God, fighting for righteousness."

The voice echoed across the vacant rooftop, in Drew's ears, in the ears of the clergy outside, and through the livestream to all viewers.

As if another divine force flowed through his voice, everyone watched the young bishop with one hand on Ryanne's forehead and the other holding the Bible, including the woman struggling in pain on the chair. At that moment, it seemed they witnessed eternity.

Power and faith were dancing.

A mantle of divine light enveloped the young bishop.

"We know: 'For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.'"

"Amon, you are a devil of evil, and through the almighty power of our Lord and the hands of Jesus Christ, I will see you and your legions destroyed, cast into the abyss to never rise again!"

His voice was loud and filled with divine energy. For the first time, Ryanne emitted a painful scream, something unheard before.

No matter her resistance, York continued to invoke the power of God, reciting the Gospel of John from the Bible.

"'The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.' Amon, you are a child of darkness, but I dispel your darkness with the almighty power of God!"

Different from Drew's exorcism, these words actually caused a pure, feather-light radiance to appear in the air, shining directly onto Ryanne.

This strike, like a critical hit, caused the rising black smoke from Ryanne to dissipate instantly, her screams growing even more agonizing.

They echoed in the air, sounding like boundless despair. Each scream was piercingly painful, like needles to the soul, unbearable to hear.

This caused Drew and many viewers of the livestream to instinctively cover their ears.

Yet, their eyes remained fixed on a scene they would never forget.

This is the difference between clergy and laypeople; even the Warren couple needed the residual holy power in the cross to be effective.

Though all are God's creation, all are His children, there are degrees of closeness...

"'Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.' Amon, I command you! In the name of the almighty God, leave this world immediately!"

York looked at Ryanne before him, his face

 calm.

As his words fell, brilliant light radiated from him, illuminating the entire room.

Ryanne straightened up with a sharp roar, thick black mist rising again and forming a vague shape.

A bird-headed, fanged, wolf-bodied, serpent-tailed creature...

"Roar!"

This newly formed shape, with its roar, charged directly at York.

But before the divine power, the shape made of black mist began to dissipate quickly as it approached York.

By the time it reached him, only a wisp of it remained, drifting into nothingness.

The entire space fell silent instantly.

York put the crucifix back on, closed the heavy Bible in his hands, and looked towards Ryanne, now with her head drooping in the chair.

He no longer sensed any dark power.

"Amen!" York said calmly, then turned to a bewildered Drew.

"It's over."

Drew paused, still not fully comprehending.

"The demon has been expelled, which means your girlfriend is back to normal," York explained.

Hearing this, Drew suddenly woke up, looked at the bishop, who nodded.

"Ryanne!"

Drew rushed over, supporting Ryanne who was still dazed in the chair.

"Oh, my God!"

Drew cradled his girlfriend's face, unable to help but cry.

When he saw Ryanne's eyelids twitch, his emotions surged to their peak.

However, as Ryanne opened her eyes, she suddenly struggled, shouting, "No, no!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Drew quickly embraced her, allowing Ryanne's flailing arms to hit his face and body.

"It's me! Hey! It's me!"

At this, Ryanne realized who was before her. She looked at her tearful boyfriend, paused, and then broke down crying, burying herself in his embrace.

In the backdrop of the surrounding devastation, this scene of survival appeared somewhat tragic.

York shook his head, snapped his fingers, and the intact equipment area instantly shattered, also ending the livestream.

The countless pieces floating in the air, under some unknown force, settled smoothly onto the ground.

Looking outside, York felt a bit troubled; the exorcism had indeed caused a lot of disturbance, leaving no building intact in the area. Fortunately, there were no people around, but the cleanup would surely be cumbersome.

"Never mind, I'm only responsible for the exorcism, my task is completed. I'll leave the cleanup to Bishop Randall," York reasoned, preparing to leave.

But just as he was about to go,

A trembling, anxious voice called out from behind.

"Bishop, may I confess to you? I wish to sincerely confess my mistakes!"

York paused, turned back, and saw the couple embracing, Drew looking at him with a serious and devout expression.

Just that look alone made it clear this man would likely become a very devout follower, as York had seen such gazes often.

"Sorry, I'm very busy," York said indifferently.

"If you wish to repent your sins, feel free to find any church and sincerely confess your mistakes to the priest there."

Without waiting for their reaction, York vanished on the spot, shooting towards the sky.

Yet in that instant, York still heard the response.

"Yes! I will! I definitely will!"

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