In 1972, St. Mary's Convent, Maryland Ilchester The night was as dark as a piece of velvet soaked in ink, wrapping the entire monastery airtight. The candles in the corridor burned to the end, and the candle wicks exploded with the last sparks. The dim yellow light cast twisted shadows on the mottled stone walls, like countless struggling ghosts.
A ball of demonic black smoke as thick as asphalt slid against the ground, carrying a biting wind, and silently entered the body of the old priest who was extinguishing the candle.
The old man's rickety body suddenly arched up, as if invisible hands pulled his body violently, and he roared like a beast from his throat. He strangled his neck with both hands, and dug his nails into the flesh, bleeding drops. His eyeballs turned upward, revealing large whites of his eyes, and his body twitched violently, knocking over the candlestick next to him. Hot wax dripped on the back of his hands.
After a few seconds, everything fell silent.
The old priest slowly straightened up and straightened his wrinkled robe. He raised his head, a cold and cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his originally cloudy eyes were now shining with an inhuman yellow light.
In the early morning of the next day, the sun shone into the church through the stained glass windows, casting colorful light spots on the ground. The possessed priest was wearing a white robe, standing in front of the altar, presiding over the mass with an expressionless face. His voice was low and hoarse, with a strange magnetism, echoing in the empty church.
Eight nuns sat on the bench, praying with their heads lowered devoutly. The youngest nun was only nineteen years old, with a childish look on her face. She secretly raised her eyes to look at the priest, but met a pair of cold eyes. She was so frightened that she quickly lowered her head, her heart beating wildly.
The priest walked down the aisle slowly, his leather shoes making a crisp "tap-tat" sound on the cold Dali stone floor. Each sound was like hitting the hearts of the nuns. When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and inserted the heavy wooden door latch with a "click".
The nuns raised their heads one after another, with confused looks on their faces.
The priest turned around, the piety on his face disappeared without a trace, replaced by a ferocious smile. "Our Father in Heaven... May your kingdom come, blah blah blah. Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil." He imitated the tone of the prayer, his tone full of sarcasm. "You couldn't be more right, sisters. But sometimes, it seems difficult to understand the Creator. Sometimes I feel like, in a literal sense, I have been wandering in the desert for many years, looking for our Father. Well, not our Father, but my Father. You see, he is still in prison. It was your Father who put him there."
The nuns whispered among themselves, with uneasy looks on their faces. The youngest nun raised her hands tremblingly, and said in a voice as thin as a gnat, "Well, Father, what are you talking about?"
"Shut your damn mouth, you little bitch!" Azazel suddenly roared, spittle flew everywhere, and the nuns screamed in fright. He grinned, showing his white teeth, and slowly pulled out a shining cold sword from under his robe. The blade reflected the cold light in the sun, making people blind. "So, well, if any of you can pray, now is the time."
The shrill scream instantly echoed through the entire monastery.
Blood spattered all over the white walls and stained glass windows, and the originally sacred church became the human world Hell. Azazel was like an elegant butcher, harvesting life slowly. He nailed the youngest nun's body to the reverse cross, and the blood slowly flowed down along the lines of the cross, converging into a perfect six-pointed star pattern on the ground.
He knelt in a pool of blood, clasped his hands, and said with fanatical piety on his face, "Father, listen... I'm not the kind of person who likes to pray, but still... I've made a sacrifice. I brought you a whole bag of nuns. So, um... can you hear me? Or can you say a word through the door?"
The body of the nun crucified on the cross moved. Her head slowly raised, her closed eyes suddenly opened, and her pupils turned pure black, bottomless. A twisted, gender-ambiguous voice with endless majesty and coldness came out of her mouth, as if coming from the deepest part of Hell: "I am here, my son."
Azazel raised his head, with an expression of ecstasy on his face, and tears in his eyes. "It's so good to hear your voice, father. I've been looking for you for so long. You can't imagine. It's been so long that other people have lost faith. Those infidels who have no seed. But I haven't."
Lucifer's voice was deep and unmistakable, with a kind of bewitching power. "You have done a good job. Only Lilith can break the seal. You must find a child for me. A very special child. A child with the blood of Cain and Abel flowing through it."
Azazel nodded heavily, pressing his forehead against the cold pool of blood. "I will find him, father. I will pave the way for you."
On the blood-stained altar, on the angel statue above. The eyes of the statue flashed an imperceptible golden light in the shadow, like a cold eye, silently watching all this. And on the edge of the hexagram pattern on the ground, a very light purple-gold line quietly emerged, blended with the blood, and quickly disappeared, as if it had never existed.
The living room of Bobby's house was filled with the strong smell of cigars and beer. Dean stood by the window with his back to Bobby, holding tightly in his hand a child that had been The empty beer bottle was twisted out of shape, his knuckles turned white, and his nails were deeply embedded in his palms, bleeding. The sunlight outside the window was dazzling, shining through the dusty glass, casting mottled light and shadow on his body, but it could not dispel the chill on his body.
Bai Haorui's words before leaving, "Sam ran away, it was Castiel who let him go" were like a red-hot iron, scalding his heart hard, and every heartbeat brought heartbreaking pain. He could feel Sam's breath getting farther and farther away, becoming more and more unfamiliar, and the familiar smell of demon blood was spreading in the air like poison at this moment.
"Dean? Dean! Did you hear what I said? Call him! Now!" Bobby slammed the whiskey glass on the solid wood table, making a loud "thunk" sound, and a few drops of amber liquid splashed out and landed on the scratched table.
Dean turned around, his eyes bloodshot, like an enraged beast. He smashed the beer bottle in his hand on the ground, glass fragments scattered, and some bounced to the wall, making a clear cracking sound. "Why fight? We are about to usher in the end of the world, don't you think we have more important things to do?"
Bobby rushed forward and grabbed Dean by the collar. He was shaking with anger and his gray beard stood up. His eyes were full of anger and pain, and his voice was hoarse. "What's more important? Your brother is drowning! And you are having a tantrum here! Do you think family is only there to make you feel happy? They are here to make you suffer! Family is more than just a family that makes you happy!"
Dean pushed Bobby away and took a step back, his body trembling slightly. Tears rolled in his eyes, but he stubbornly refused to fall. His voice was hoarse with collapse, as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper. Like this. "I told him 'You walk out the door and don't come back,' and he walked away! That was his choice! I'm tired of chasing him! I'm tired of having to clean up his mess over and over again! I'm tired of watching him turn into a monster I don't recognize!"
"What you said sounds like what your father said." Bobby said every word, his voice was not loud, but it was like a hammer, hitting Dean's heart hard. "John would rather push Sam away than reach out to him. In my opinion, this is not brave at all. You are much stronger than him, please, don't imitate him in this matter."
Dean was stunned. The anger on his face slowly faded like a tide, replaced by endless exhaustion and pain. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but couldn't say a word. Yes, he always hated his father for doing that to Sam, but now, he himself was doing the same thing.
At this moment, the surrounding scene suddenly began to become distorted and blurred. Bobby's voice became farther and farther away, the walls and furniture deformed like melted wax, and the colors became weird. Dean felt the world spinning, and the ground under his feet seemed to disappear.
The next second, he was standing in a completely unfamiliar pure white room.
Three days ago, Ruby got information from the mouth of a crossroads demon. In order to ensure that the last seal was foolproof, Lilith sent her most trusted demons to various places to collect pure human souls as the last sacrifice before breaking the seal. At the moment, it is hiding in an abandoned factory in Ohio, with only two demons around it.
Sam and Ruby drove there overnight.
Cindy was injecting devil's blood into a little girl who was tied to a chair. When she saw Sam barging in, she was stunned for a moment, and then showed a mocking smile. Before she could speak, Sam quickly walked up to her and grabbed her neck. His eyes were cold, without any warmth, and his palms glowed faintly.
Cindy immediately felt a heartbreaking pain spreading from her neck to her whole body, as if there were countless needles pricking her Bones. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't make any sound and could only struggle in vain. Two guards rushed in when they heard the noise, and Ruby appeared from behind and solved them cleanly with the devil's dagger.
"Don't kill her, Sam." Ruby wiped the black blood on the dagger and said calmly, "She knows where Lilith is."
Sam let go of his hand, Cindy collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily, his eyes full of fear.
They took her to a remote abandoned cellar and tied her to a heavy wooden table.
In the dark cellar, the pile of firewood crackled in the corner, and the beating flames cast twisted shadows on the wall, like a demon with teeth and claws. Cindy was tied tightly to the table with a thick hemp rope, her wrists and ankles had deep red marks, and her skin had begun to turn purple. Her nurse uniform was stained with dust and blood, and her hair was messy on her face, looking miserable.
Sam stood in front of her with his back to the firelight, his face half in shadow and half illuminated by the firelight. His expression was cold, and there was no warmth in his eyes, as if the person standing in front of him was not a person, but an object.
Cindy looked him up and down, with a mocking smile on his lips, trying to hide the fear in his heart. "Why, isn't there Devil's Trap?"
Sam's tone was calm, without any fluctuation, as if he was saying an insignificant thing, "I don't need it."
Cindy struggled hard, and the rope cut into her flesh, but she didn't care, with a provocative smile on her face, "Look at you - you are full of energy. Just like A-Rod and Madonna are here."
Sam tilted his head slightly, his eyes became colder. "Where is Lilith?"
Cindy raised his chin, his eyes full of disdain and hiding fear, and said bravely, "I'm not afraid of you."
Sam A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his tone was low, with a hint of danger. "Yes, I feel that you are actually afraid. And I think you are justified in being afraid."
A trace of panic flashed in Cindy's eyes, but she quickly covered it up. She took a deep breath and spoke forcefully, "Listen... what good can I do? Well, I tell you, you kill me. If I don't tell you, you still kill me. If I escape by chance, Lilith will definitely kill me. So what are my benefits?"
Sam slowly stretched out a hand, his palm facing her. His eyes were focused and indifferent, admiring this piece of art. "I think what you should worry about is what will happen before you die."
A light red light emitted from Sam's palm and instantly enveloped Cindy. Cindy immediately let out a heart-rending scream, her body twitched violently, and her face showed an expression of extreme pain. Sweat instantly soaked her hair, flowed down her cheeks, and mixed with tears. Her blood vessels bulged, and her skin turned a strange bluish-purple color, as if it would explode at any time.
"Stop! Stop! Please!" Cindy screamed in pain, her voice becoming hoarse and almost out of tune. Her body was constantly twisting due to the severe pain, and the rope was deeply cut into her flesh, bleeding.
Sam did not stop the movements in his hands, his eyes remained indifferent, and his tone was as calm as a pool of stagnant water. "Will you tell me where she is?"
"Okay, okay!" Cindy nodded desperately, with a cry in his voice, "Just... let me die. Please, let me die."
Sam slowly put down her hand, and the red light disappeared. Cindy immediately collapsed on the table, breathing heavily, and her chest heaved violently, like a fish out of water. Her face was covered with tears and sweat, her eyes were distracted, and she seemed to be on the verge of collapse.
"Deal." Sam said.
Cindy gasped for a while, then spoke weakly, with a broken voice, and every word he said was filled with pain, "Tomorrow night, at midnight. She will be in a monastery - Maryland Ilchester's St. Mary's Convent."
Sam frowned, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. "A monastery?"
Cindy nodded. "Lilith... She is going to break the last seal."
Sam's body froze slightly and leaned forward eagerly. "What is the last seal?"
Cindy shook his head. "I don't know. She will never tell us this. We are just her pawns."
Sam immediately stretched out his hand again, and the red light lit up again.
"Ah!" Cindy let out another shrill scream, arching her body like a shrimp, "I don't know! I don't know!" She sobbed, tears and snot mixed together, looking miserable, "I swear! Please! Kill me, please!"
Sam stared at her for a few seconds to confirm that she was not lying, then slowly put down her hand. "Okay."
He stretched out his hand, ready to end her pain. Ruby suddenly grabbed his arm and stopped him.
"Wait, you can't kill her." Ruby.
Sam looked at her doubtfully and frowned. "Why not?"
"Because we have to take her with us." Ruby pointed at Cindy and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "This is the final blow to Lilith. You need more energy than me. Her soul is very pure and can be used to replenish your strength."
Cindy raised her head suddenly, her eyes full of fear and anger. She struggled to sit up. "You promised! You bitch!"
Ruby sneered and said in a mocking tone, "I'm sorry, sister. Don't you know that you can't trust anyone these days?"
Cindy suddenly leaned back with a weird smile on her face. She closed her eyes and relaxed her body, as if giving up the struggle. "Well, at least you won't suck me dry so easily. Don't forget - it's not just me who is bleeding. In fact, I think I am going to take a nap subconsciously... hand over the steering wheel for a while."
Sam frowned and said in a confused tone, "What are you talking about?"
A few seconds later, Cindy took a deep breath and opened her eyes suddenly. Her eyes were no longer cold and provocative, replaced by pure confusion and fear. "What... where am I?" She moaned, struggling to think. She wanted to sit up, but was tied tightly by the rope. She looked at the unfamiliar environment around her, with a horrified expression on her face, and began to scream loudly, "Oh, my God, I can't move. What happened? Help! Help, please!"
Ruby rolled his eyes, looking impatient. "That's great."
Sam's body stiffened, and the hand holding his fist trembled slightly. He looked at Cindy's fearful and desperate face, and thought of those innocent people who were killed by the devil.
Ruby whispered softly to the side with a gentle voice, "Sam, don't be soft-hearted. She is just a walking energy tank. When you kill Lilith, the whole world will thank you and she will understand you. You will become a hero. Dean will also forgive you. If Bai Haorui is here, he will definitely understand you."
Sam closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The devil's blood was boiling in his veins, longing for more power. He thought of Dean's disappointed eyes, of Bai Haorui's worried eyes, and of those who died.
When he opened it again, the struggle in his eyes had disappeared, leaving only cold determination.
He roughly dragged Cindy off the table, and Cindy's head hit the corner of the table, making a muffled sound. She let out a painful groan and cried harder. Sam dragged her out of the cellar, and her feet rubbed on the ground, leaving a long blood trail.
With a "bang" sound, Sam closed the trunk lid of the car. A muffled, desperate cry for help came from the trunk.
Sam leaned against the car, his face full of pain and self-blame, his fists clenching loudly, and his nails digging deeply into his palms.
"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." He whispered, his voice hoarse, "But I have no other choice. Only I can kill Lilith, only I can stop Apocalypse. If Haorui is here, he will definitely understand me."
He touched his chest and could feel the demon's blood beating crazily there, like a bomb about to explode. "The blood in my body is boiling. It's craving more. I can't control it. Dean, when I finish this, I will explain everything to you. Then you can scold me as much as you want."
The black Dodge Ram pickup truck was speeding on the interstate highway, reaching a speed of 160 kilometers per hour. The engine made a dull roar, like an angry beast. The wheels kicked up dust all over the sky, leaving a long trail of smoke on the road.
Bai Haorui was holding the steering wheel with a calm expression. He was wearing a black jacket with his cuffs rolled up. His hair was a little messy and there was a light stubble on his chin. He had just finished dealing with Key West's water monster and drove for another 12 hours. He only stopped once to refuel and eat a compressed biscuit.
"Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art" runs for a week, and the purple-gold True Gang flows slowly in his meridians, nourishing his body. This technique can not only cultivate the powerful True Gang and True Fire, but also greatly improve the practitioner's endurance and recovery ability, allowing him to fight continuously for a long time.
As he drove, he separated a ray of Divine Sense and explored in the direction of Bobby's home. Divine Sense was like a large invisible net, covering a radius of dozens of kilometers.
Bai Haorui's brows wrinkled slightly.
The aura of Dean disappeared without warning just now, and was replaced by a rich and cold angelic energy, which carried the unique arrogance and hypocrisy of Zachariah.
"Damn Zachariah." Bai Haorui cursed in a low voice, and his eyes became solemn. He took out his mobile phone and dialed Dean's number. The phone rang a few times and was transferred to the voice mailbox. He dialed Sam's number again, but no one answered.
"Sam, you must not do anything stupid." Bai Haorui tightened his grip on the steering wheel. He stepped on the accelerator, and the speed of the pickup truck increased again, like a black lightning, speeding towards the north.
At this moment, a thick black fog rose without warning in front of the highway. The fog stretched across the highway like a wall, and the visibility instantly dropped to less than five meters. The fog also carried a pungent smell of sulfur and blood, which made people sick.
Bai Haorui turned the steering wheel suddenly and stepped on the brakes at the same time. The pickup truck drifted 180 degrees on the road, and the tires screeched as they rubbed against the ground, leaving two long black brake marks. The vehicle body almost stopped on the edge of the fog.