Yong-Hoo
Yong-Hoo roamed around the floors of the clinic, where he had brought Father Choi a couple hours ago. This fool had thought it a good idea to go after a demon alone and was punished with some minor injuries and a concussion, but at least he was alive.
There had been reported nearly three times as many possessions as usual, causing Father Choi and Yong-Hoo to have to work overtime. It didn't help for that matter that Father Ahn had stayed back in Rome to resume his work for the Vatican, which left the two novices pretty much to themselves.
But the worst of all was that Yong-Hoo had lost his Stigmata. After his travel to Rome with Father Ahn they had just disappeared overnight and not shown themselves ever since, not even during the toughest of exorcisms. With them, Yong-Hoo had felt unstoppable, but now he just felt lost. Had he been just a tool in the fight against evil? Did that mean he was not needed anymore and should just go back to his old life? That seemed impossible after all he had witnessed.
He felt as helpless as he felt useless. He had not been there to help Father Choi when he was attacked, to at least do the only thing he was able to: fight. He clenched his fists as he felt anger rise inside of him, the same kind of anger that had overwhelmed him many times since he had lost his Stigmata, which had made his fighting even more brutal and merciless than before.
"Mr. Park Yong-Hoo is being asked for..."
Luckily the announcement to pick up Father Choi saved him from the memories threatening to resurface. Memories of his latest fight and his bad conscience of nearly killing a man in uncontrollable fury...
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The Divine Fury // Divine Fury Sequel Fanfiction
FanfictionSoo-Jin is facing a problem that could change her life. But not just hers. Not knowing that her decision is a maneuver in the war between heaven and hell, good and evil, she has to find out if Yong-Hoo's life is worth saving or if she should give in...
