I walk down the interior of the church. They have really gone and done it this time. I mean, red and black is not how you decorate a church.

It seems the colorization was unnatural too because on the wall there was writing, old writing on a wooden surface. But suddenly, the black and red was painted over the wall yet the characters was not touched.

"Th_y _ome f_om the d_rkn_ss."

I check up the writing...

They really didn't clean up in here. Slowly, I walk down to check out the thing under there first before thinking about what to do with the writing on the wall.

It is strange but in the church basement, there was another stair that leads even further down. When I look at it, I just saw a normal stair, however, I'm sure that if it was not me everyone else would be seeing some really disturbing scenery right now.

Perhaps what would welcome them would be an infinite black chasm.

The fear of the darkness is a a great thing, perhaps what they see would only be darkness. Infinite as far as the eyes can see. I know that there was at least one torture method that use that kind of fear. However, it is not like I fear the darkness.

The darkness actually fears my OP power, and I'm in a church, so the Lord would probably protect me right? He. The Lord protecting me. That's a laugh. Anyway, let see what is down here.

It is not like they could affect me power wise, but if the women upstairs really lock me down here for a few days, I may actually starve.

The more I walk down, the darker it becomes. But it was actually because there was no natural lighting down here. I walk back up to the storage to see if there was anything to help me with the trek. Bad interior decoration aside, it was a normal storage. There would be something there right?

I pick up an old fashioned candle and walk down stair.

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"We c..ouldn't resist the c..all."

Well, one more writing on the wall. Strangely, it seems the deeper I went, the more legible the writing become. Perhaps what ever happened only happened to the people who went upstair instead of down, so I think I'm going to be fine, at least during the trek down.

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"The se.co..nd co..min..g."

Oh hey, one of those strange writing again.

If I'm not already in a church, I would start to think I am in of those strange cult that worship the antichrist. Again. It would be my second time, and you know what they say, when it comes to the occult, the third time is the charm.

That means if I accidentally enter an antichrist cult the third time, I will see what the antichrist look like.

Seeing what the antichrist looks like. He. That's a good laugh. It is as funny as the Lord looking down upon me.

At least, it is a good thing I'm in a church.

At the end of the stair, there was a door. Looking at it for a moment, I open it.

Oh wow.

They actually built a second church down here with an inverse cross. It was actually a church for the antichrist. Or at least that is what the people upstairs think anyway. It was actually another person's church, I have been to one before, and it is nowhere near this mind bending, it was more corruptive if anything.

It is alright. It is alright. It is an easy mistake. Only a pro like me who have already seen what all of them could do could answer the question of eternity. My power is OP in that way.

Anyway, it seems those people have mistaken another supernatural entities for the antichrist, or, in the case of their broken mind, probably Jesus in their mind considering the second coming writing. Or it may actually just be the rambling of a mad mind, who know.

Well, I just went inside to see what is the fuzz.

...

Brats.

It was a bunch of brats.

Behind them, there was some ominous human handwriting along the line of, when he comes, all will be judged. However, as expected, they have mistaken it entirely.

This is not the second coming, it is a bunch of brats. Not human brats no, they are a bunch of screaming, infant Elder things brat.

Ah goddamnit, so that is what the damn good luck charm is for. I know it was strange for the stingy Elder things to hand out thing dilly nilly. They just treated me as a goddamn baby sitter.