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Chapter One – The Madness　　of Alice

********** 　　... 　　My name is Doro, and I was once a devout Christian, serving God in a rural church. 　　While I was a priest, I met a beautiful local nun named Alice. 　　The first time I saw her lift her veil, I fell in love with her. That nun in her light blue habit , always so reserved and mysterious, always captivated me. The silver cross , her pure white veil—it all made me feel that everything was worth confessing to her, everything was worth believing in for her. Therefore, I no longer believed in God; I believed in the nun who served God. 　　Alice is a kind and understanding woman. I often used the opportunity of discussing the Bible and trivial matters with her to hint at my thoughts. She gradually realized that those monotonous doctrines and tedious daily routines were not what she was pursuing. Every day, in people's eyes, we seem to live as if we are detached from worldly affairs. We wear conservative clothes, hold Bibles in our hands, and wear shiny crosses around our necks. But we are confused about more worldly things, eating the incense offered by believers and listening to their despicable prayers and confessions. If I were God, I would certainly not save these already rotten souls, including myself. 　　"Alice, you can love everyone in the world, why can't you love me?" 　　"Father. From now on, I will only love you." 　　"True love is selfish. What's wrong with abandoning those deceitful doctrines?" 　　"I believe in you, Lord Doro."... 　　Alice accepted me. She was willing to abandon God for me. She was willing to take off her veil and , because I promised to make her a happy woman. In the empty church, we lit brilliant candlesticks. I stripped her naked and laid her flat beneath the statue of Jesus, as if she were a sacrifice to God. We breathed heavily, passionately making love. We knocked over the candlesticks, slowly admiring each other , until we imprinted each other in our memories... 　　If all of this was punishment for our betrayal of God, I have nothing to say. Alice caught the eye of a wealthy local merchant. He came to our church with chests of gold coins, demanding that we offer up our beautiful nun. Of course, the merchant left empty-handed, for Alice was mine, and no one could take her away. 　　Afterwards, I lost Alice, lost her forever. I found her already . Though she remained beautiful, though she remained pure, she could never again raise her head to pray for me… 　　My goddess died, and my faith died with her. Everything I had went to another world with Alice. 　　My name is Doro, and I am now a heretic. My faith is myself, is my own hatred, is Alice's hatred… 　　I found an ancient parchment scroll in the church storeroom. The tattered text and rustic illustrations told me of a hellish world. I don't know who left this here; I think it was all fate . I was very interested in the contents of the dossier. Ancient taboos are often more captivating, because this was a record of human sacrifice and the resurrection of evil gods. It roughly meant that believers in the past used a similar method of human sacrifice to resurrect a deceased bishop. Living people were used as offerings, processed through complex rituals and intricate incantations to become the material for the sacrifice, ultimately achieving the ancient forbidden art—resurrection. 　　In the alley at dusk, a man wandered like a stray dog, his eyes vacant, his steps unsteady. He carried 　　a tattered parchment scroll, the frayed cover faintly bearing the Latin words "Evil God Sacrifice" 　　　　　　　　　　　　　... 　　********** 　　... --- "The Evil God's Ritual" - Blood Chapter 　　In a dark basement, flickering candles illuminated the space. A relief of the Virgin Mary adorned the wall, while a crystal coffin filled with blood lay on the floor. Floating in the crimson blood was a beautiful, pale face. The gruesome wounds on her long, slender hands were now covered in blood, and her still-cherry-red nipples were faintly visible in the dark crimson water . She was so unique in my heart, so pure. 　　She was my goddess—Alice. 　　I closed the basement door and entered the church hall. Today's blood still hadn't been used… 　　I was still a priest, but now I was the father of an evil god. 　　Every day, parents whose daughters have gone missing come to my church to pray to God. I smile and patiently tell them, again and again, that as long as they truly believe in my Lord, their loved ones will be reunited. This is no exaggeration, for their daughters are in the dungeon beneath their feet, separated from them only by a single brick. 　　From the moment I hunted them, they were no longer anyone's daughters; they were sacrifices, raw materials , new weights on the scales of fate for Alice and me. 　　Every night is a beautiful night, regardless of the weather or the season. As long as there is fresh blood, there will be a pleasant and wonderful night. 　　Tonight is a fairly pleasant night. Today, I released the last drop of blood from that farmer's daughter.

Her face, contorted with fear, gradually paled and finally turned cold. Her once fair and tender flesh

stiffened from the loss of blood. Disgusted, I pierced her collarbone with an iron hook and hung her corpse on the dungeon wall.

Space was limited, so useless offerings had to be placed out of the way.

I dragged a heavy sack over, gently kicking it, listening to the faint sobs and

whimpers . It felt like being massaged in a hot spring—yes, that pleasurable feeling. I gently

opened the sack, and a disheveled young girl was pulled out. Was the gag soaked

with saliva or tears? The fabric that drenched her rough linen skirt was obvious. Yes, people are so

ugly, so filthy. I tore off her cumbersome clothes, carefully verifying if she was a virgin. Yes,

I only wanted virgin blood. If she wasn't, an even more tragic fate awaited her—

punishment for deceiving God and my labor. Fortunately, she was still a virgin, so she could join her sisters

suspended in the air as my angels. The thick needle wasn't exactly a work of art, but

it was different when it pierced the tight walls of a virgin's vagina. I tied this woman to a chair

, inserted the long, thick needle into the tender flesh of her vaginal walls, caressed her trembling, full thighs, and

watched her warm blood gushing from the IV tubing. I carefully drained the almost

congealed old blood from the crystal coffin and slowly injected fresh blood…

It was a beautiful night.

Countless days like this passed. I had memorized all the sacrificial incantations, having recited them so

many times. The dungeon gradually became crowded, and rumors circulated in the town that man-eating demons roamed at dusk and midnight

. Only I knew how foolish they were.

With my tireless efforts, Alice's skin began to blush slightly. Referring to the annotations in the secret scroll,

I learned that this was a sign that the ritual had reached its first stage. Whether it was true or not, I just needed to do this

. This was the only support for someone who had no other spiritual sustenance.

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--- *The Evil God's Sacrifice*, Chapter Seven: The Apostles

Today's sermon was a great success. At the villagers' request, I held a compassionate sermon,

explaining to these ignorant villagers why their women had recently disappeared. I passionately introduced them to what

a witch was and vehemently denied the fallacy that demons eat people. As for why, only

I know. At this stage of the sacrifice, I need high-quality offerings, so I will use

the ignorant to complete my plan.

"Our Lord has revealed to us that a witch is now wreaking havoc, abducting men's wives and daughters, brewing potions to make skins, drinking blood, and cutting flesh.

To eliminate her, we must judge, we must burn her alive, we must make her weep and wail in reverence for the dead."

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