"Ha ha ha, Kirei, I really am growing fonder of you by the day!"
Hearing this unexpected answer, the demon raised a hand to cover half his face. His twisted facial muscles burst into delighted laughter. Then he bent down, the upward curve of his lips facing Kirei Kotomine in the darkness as he spoke leisurely.
"Then pray to me."
To make a priest who had received religious education since childhood and converted to Catholicism abandon his faith and pray to the Demon King—this was simply the most exquisite absurdist play and the greatest irony.
"Lord of Hell, sovereign of demons, I praise you. Glory be to you. Please have mercy on the endless suffering of this mortal world and grant salvation to my wife."
Yet without hesitation, Kirei Kotomine placed one hand over his chest, knelt before the Lord of Hell before him, and sincerely offered up a devout plea.
At the same time, the apostate seduced by the demon reached into his pocket, took out his cross pendant, and threw it into the stove together with the Bible on the table, committing the utmost blasphemy and completely severing himself from his glorious, beautiful past.
Such heretical behavior caused not the slightest ripple of emotion or remorse in Kirei Kotomine.
If anything, he felt a little like laughing.
Father in Heaven, since you never answered no matter how often I prayed to you.
Then what right did you have to receive my faith?
"Very well, as you wish."
Watching the priest before him abandon the light and cast himself into darkness, the first fallen one smiled broadly and nodded, casually snapping his fingers.
At once, crimson-black patterns of light spread outward. Kirei Kotomine felt an unimaginable vitality erupt from within his wife, who lay in his arms like a