As the chaotic events unfolded, Father John, known as the PALADIN, arrived at the scene of the accident. His arrival was accompanied by a furious proclamation:

"I FOUND YOU, THE BEAST. YOU ATTACK THE CHILDREN! YOU WILL PAY!"

With determination in his eyes, he inspected the remnants of the bus, noting the distinctive marks left behind. The bus lay in tatters, resembling nothing more than a shredded ball of scrap metal. Blood was splattered throughout the wreckage, and amidst the mud, traces of the Beast's back legs were discovered.

From within his black jacket, Father John produced a page from the Bible adorned with mystical writings, and the page emitted an eerie light.

"HAH, Darkness! Pure evil! Chaos! The beast, the king of hell and his minions! YOUR PLACE IS NOT HERE BUT IN THE FLAMES OF HELL WITH YOUR SERVANTS."

After a momentary calm, he muttered, "There is too much blood. They can't be saved. The hospital lied."

Father John then dropped a page with mystical writings, and an arrow pointed ominously in the direction of "Darkness."

Back at the zoo, the tension had begun to ebb after Drick's call and the hospital update. McGyvor addressed the disobedience of the Dragon:

"You disobeyed us, but for a heroic purpose. The kids and elders want you to come to the hospital. They cry for you. They want you to sleep next to them because they were so scared when they saw you coming to the rescue. Now they think of you as a relative..."

In the background, a Bluetooth speaker generated music, contributing to the atmosphere of chaos and celebration, and I responded in kind by speaking through songs:

"No problem for me. I love kids and I love to tell stories and play. Do you want a chess rematch? I can go now; I'm not tired at all because I'm happy with you and saving them. Heater, you can climb on me if you want."

Heater voiced her concern that it was nighttime, to which I reassured her that I could see well in the dark, urging her to give it a try. With a hint of my snake accent, I playfully added, "I'll take the trunk and the leftover candy, some dessert I didn't eat, and some stuffed animals for the little ones."

McGyvor acknowledged my benevolent intentions, commending my compassionate nature. However, he also inquired about the mysterious Bluetooth, jesting, "Did you eat a smartphone?"

I admitted, "the answer is yes to the question; I had to eat one with the metal snacks. Ah, I still have some!!! My tongue is itching or something, I don't know."

Heater then climbed on my back, securing herself with a leather belt like a horse saddle, not for control but to ensure her safety.

We made our way to the hospital, gliding through the night on my majestic wings until we arrived at the designated helicopter landing spot marked with a large 'H.'

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At the hospital, Heater removed the makeshift saddle, and with a smile, she instructed me to wait in the hangar while she fetched the children who would soon be arriving. I was to dispense the candies from the treasure chest, ready for the anticipated "assault."

I accepted the task with a cheerful "OK" and watched as Heater hurried inside.

As I waited at the helipad, I pondered the impressive neo-gothic structure of the hospital. The building bore stone arches that imparted a somewhat ominous ambiance to the wounded patients as they arrived.

Suddenly, an unsettling feeling washed over me. I observed peculiarities around me—pages from the Bible pinned to the walls and doors with tiny blades, as well as an invisible barrier preventing my exit.

A foreboding voice rang out from behind me:

"Take a good look at these stones because your grave will be filled with them."

I turned slowly to find a formidable figure—a muscular man in a black suit, with scars on his face and forehead hidden behind round glasses that reflected my gaze. White gloves adorned with mystical writing cloaked his hands, and a large golden cross hung from his neck. The inscriptions on his gloves proclaimed: "Jesus Christ is in heaven" and "Speak with the dead." In his hands, he wielded two rapier swords—one inscribed with "In God we believe" and the other with "The left hand of GOD."

Before I could react, one of his swords pressed against my neck, and another pierced my chest. The words I attempted to utter emerged as mere gurgles, silenced by the blade's lethal presence.

Desperate to escape, I writhed, only to find more swords emerging from my body—my back legs, my back, and my chest. The swords impaled me like a kebab with terrifying swiftness.

The agony was immediate and all-encompassing, yet it was over almost before I could register it.

Then, darkness beckoned.

OCTAHEDRON

CRITICAL CONDITIONS

RELEASE OF THE LIMITATION OF THE MAGIC SPHERES

RELEASE OF THE DIMENSIONAL BREAKER

ESCAPE

KRRRR SEALED MODE PASSIVE

CRITICAL CONDITION

IMMINENT DEATH

KRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

I collapsed to the ground, my powers sealed, leaving only my vulnerable animal body and its rudimentary defenses.

Blood flowed from my nose and mouth, my insides filled with the crimson tide. Crawling painfully, I attempted to reach the exit, using my Bluetooth to desperately call for help: "HELP! with the electronic voice. HEATER RUN! GO HIDE THE KIDS."

The Paladin taunted me, relishing his presumed victory:

"I didn't pierce your heart area or cut your head off. WHY? HAHAHAH. I AM THE PALADIN, YOUR SWORN ENEMY. BEAST. YOU, SPAWN OF THE DEVIL, WILL NOW RETURN TO HELL. ANYTHING TO SAY FIRST?"

Struggling for words, I stammered:

"Please, DO NOT KILL THE CHILDREN. DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH ME BUT SPARE THE CHILDREN. I BEG YOU, I BEG GOD."

The Paladin kicked me in the jaw, admonishing, "Beast, don't speak of God in His presence; you defile His name."

During the brief respite he afforded me, a revelation struck. I initiated a sequence that ejected the swords from my body with a powerful shockwave, leaving me in a state of near-death but with my regenerative powers kicking in.

As the Paladin pressed forward, I attempted to flee, only to find myself trapped by an invisible barrier. On the walls and doors, Bible pages and blades created an eerie fortress.

The Paladin, his face hidden by his hand, proclaimed, "That night, the hospital was a sawmill with big and small saws. ZZZZZZZZZ."

Within the Vatican, a report was drafted and addressed to the Pope:

"Pope, I have witnessed God's miracle. God seems to be controlling the Beast. There is one of our brothers who controls it, for it seems to have merged and evolved. The darkness of the Beast is kept unsealed by our Lord. The Dragon is sensitive and loves children and humans. It was human before and still has Jesus in it. He is not a priority for elimination and can be a powerful future ally against evil. Even at death's door, the dragon begged me to spare the children's lives and offered his life in exchange. I think we can give him a chance because his sacrifice and his ways are always towards our Lord Jesus.

PALADIN John, Angel of Redemption."