"What did you say, you damn pig?!" Henry roared, desperation burning in his eyes.
Jonathan took a deep breath and murmured, "Your name is Asmodeus, the demon of lust… You are known across many cultures, under many names, responsible for the sexual urges of humans, thus condemning souls to the second circle of hell…"
Crack! Crack! Crack!
At that moment, the walls cracked, but Jonathan did not move.
"My God, let Your pure and healthy blood circulate within this sick body, and let Your pure and healthy body transform this weak body, and let a healthy and vigorous life beat within it." Jonathan said as he increased the power of his energy.
"[1,000 Faith points have been consumed.]"
"Asmodeus, in the name of the living and in the presence of the Light, I order you to abandon this body!" Jonathan shouted as his eyes glowed faintly with a golden light.
His bleeding hand bathed Henry's head as he writhed in pain.
"Noooo!!!!"
"This can't be possible!!!"
"A human cannot have this power!!!"
Jonathan, who felt a sharp pain in his forehead, did not move away from Henry.
"Ahhhhh!"
Crack!
The cracked walls visibly trembled, but at that moment, just as the darkness was disappearing, Jonathan was sent flying against the wall with a power he could not contain.
Boom!
Impacting with a force five times stronger than Thomas's, Jonathan, who knew he had successfully expelled the demon, smiled faintly as he closed his eyes.
"Priest!" Julie shouted as she ran toward Jonathan, who at all times had been tempted to help her son. If he failed, no one would be able to save her son, and unimaginable things could happen.
"Help me stand." Jonathan had never suffered this kind of pain from being struck, so he needed time to recover, but he had no time.
"Yes, take my hand." With Julie's help, Jonathan stood up and walked toward Henry, who was now asleep. He took a cross from his bag and placed it on the boy's forehead.
Seeing no reaction, Jonathan sighed and murmured, "No signs of darkness, no fever, vital signs stable, no allergic reaction to the divine… Mrs. Julie, your son is fine…"
"Oh my God…" Julie, who watched her son sleep peacefully after everything that had happened, felt an infinite sense of relief.
Being possessed by a demon is not a feeling most people can experience; only the bloodshot eyes of the other person told her he had not slept in a long time.
Henry, who opened his eyes, looked at Jonathan. He could not see him clearly, but he knew he was a Priest and the one who had helped him.
"Boy, you've been through a lot, now you can sleep…" Jonathan said with a faint smile, even though his entire right arm was now burning with pain from the scratches.
…
In front of a bonfire, the newly awakened Thomas watched as men in black suits treated Jonathan's wounds, his entire right arm covered in horrendous scratches.
"This place must be confiscated. Whatever brought a demon prince here must be contained and sealed. Send a letter to the Association of Light so they can purchase these lands and investigate in depth what happened."
One of the men in black suits standing behind with a smart tablet nodded, then walked toward the kitchen to speak with Julie, the owner of the house.
"Priest Jonathan, may I ask you a question?" Thomas finally could not contain his curiosity.
Jonathan, whose entire right arm had been bandaged, nodded and said, "Go ahead, what is your question?"
"Your hand, how did your hand heal so quickly?" Thomas asked, looking at Jonathan's right hand, which had stopped bleeding.
Jonathan looked at his hand and smiled. "The abilities given at birth are things that even science has not been able to discover… But you shouldn't be focusing on that, considering you were touched by a demon—you could have died."
"Yes, I'm not very proud of that…" Thomas murmured, embarrassed to know he had been completely defeated.
"What do you know about demons?"
Jonathan thought for a moment and said, "According to what is known, they are fallen angels. They have a hierarchy; one serves another. They are cruel, cunning, evil… But they also have a function for human existence. Let's suppose they clean up the trash we generate."
"Your basic knowledge is very solid, but each demon also has its own personality, just like us humans. That demon was lust incarnate, but it also punishes sinful humans in the second level of hell."
Thomas sighed, looked at Jonathan, and asked, "Do you think I could follow you?"
"You have no field training. We don't just face spirits, but also incarnated demons," Jonathan said as he stood up.
"Then, if I train, do you think I could accompany you?" Thomas knew Jonathan's purpose was far greater than he could imagine.
"Come on, make a report of this exorcism…" Jonathan said goodbye as he headed toward the exit.
"So, will I be your right-hand man?" Thomas grew excited at not being directly rejected.
From afar, Jonathan said, "You'll be my left hand. Doug, who pointed a gun at you, is my right hand."
"Oh, perfect…"