Witchery exorcist

Prologue

The day when the sun was burning in the everlasting sky of 17th century Roman Empire, the cries of noisy people ranged in the square, as the scream of the blame.

"Do not save the witch!"

"Suffer witches!"

"massacre them all!"

Frantic resentment and enmity were echoing everywhere, without reasons or logics.

Ah, how miserable they are.

The citizens seemed to excite to see the worst nightmare of the poor woman's life. 

And I saw the main scapegoat of this disastrous show.

The victim was walking to the wooden cross of execution. The clothes were torn apart, the ropes tied in the hands, and the blood was all over the body. But she was smiling.

Still smiling, as a pope.

It was totally a horrible shape.

I turned my head to the side to check the reaction of others. The person next to me seemed angry, holding a rotten food in his right hand. And then, he started to throw it in the face of the 'victim'. But it wasn't just him who was throwing smelly things.

Everyone had already started to throw sharp things on the face of the victim, including aversion.  The face of victim's face became swollen, hurt, and messed up.

That was more terrible than the monster of my mansion.

And suddenly, the end of woman's life came, as fast as the star.

Angry citizens started to set the red fire to the wooden cross and tied the woman to it. The woman was still smiling.

Still smiling, smiling, smiling and finally shouted to the audience.

"Peniteziagete! (Injust reform!)"

After the 'spell' finished, the fire engulfed the woman as they expected the woman to say those words. Sadly, peoples were already cheering like they were watching the circus.

A human circus.

The fire danced, the trees turned to darkness, the bones and skulls of woman melted and softly merged into the sky.

The ridiculous circus didn't tell the end until the main character of the play became black ashes.

I closed my eyes, and prayed to God, falling into the darkness of nothing.

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When my mental had escaped from the execution of witch, it was evening when the sun was shining stronger and falling like a fallen angel.

I was so tired of humans, so I just started walking everywhere, without attention.

My worst mistake of my whole life started from there.

When I just turned the 3rd corner of the back street, I saw a young girl running into me. Without hesitation, the young girl looked directly at my eyes, and she yelled at me:

"You are the 'Devil' who can make a contract with the witch, right?"

When I just heard her sentence, my eyes expanded abnormally.

As she mentioned, yeah, my true identity is a devil. The devil that everyone hates. I didn't tell it to anyone except my friends in my mansion, and I never told it to 'this' little girl.

But then the only one question that I remained was that:

How did she notice that I'm a Devil?

Confusion, suspicion, and surprise were surrounding me completely with uneasiness. These uneasy feelings were reflected in my face, so the girl glanced and smiled at me, throwing some words:

"I need to make a contract with you, to get some revenge and power."

I would have laughed at her if I was normal, but I was nervous because my head was little bit dulled by the girl's question.

Stupidly, I nod my head, opening my mouth as a crocodile when he was attacked by sharks of the ocean.

"So let's make a contract now!"

She shouted at me with joy because she didn't even imagine that I accept it so easily. Because of that scream, I was able to get up again and say the absurd opinion.

"But I have a problem.."

The young girl frowned and asked me:

"Is what?"

I took a sigh and continued.

"I'm an exorcist, who believe Jesus Christ and God."

After that, I saw the cold stillness and the absurd face of the girl. She looked at me as if she saw a bunch of poisoning potatoes.

"What the fuck?"

...She concluded this situation, by 3 words. 

And that was our first meeting.