devil priest in marvel exorcism

The restaurant was well soundproofed and Jin had no idea what was going on outside.

He was enjoying this rare, well-prepared date.

He felt that he was truly in love with this woman named Vanessa.

She seemed to have a magical power.

A magical power that could just soothe the anxiety and violence that kept rising in his heart.

The two had been chatting for some time, and the atmosphere at the table was harmonious.

Vanessa looked at her painting bought by Kingpin, hesitated for a moment, and then asked her doubts.

"May I know why you like this painting?"

Kingpin put down his wine glass in a gentlemanly manner, and his eyes fell on the wrapped oil painting.

This painting was the one he had been looking at for a long time in the center of the exhibition hall.

Although now it is wrapped.

But he seemed to be able to see the pattern inside through the layer of cloth that wrapped it.

It was a mottled white with fine gray lines.

It's as if...

A wall!

The Kingpin looked into Vanessa's eyes, which held his reflection.

Kingpin spoke slowly.

“I was just as fat when I was little as I am now.

But the difference is that at that time I was a cowardly person.

Because of my fat body and timid personality, I was always bullied by others.

Once I was beaten outside and came home with my face covered in blood.

My mother, she took out the medicine box and gently comforted me while cleaning my wounds. "

"Your mother was great."

Vanessa was wearing a white coat and looked at Kingpin, her eyes flickering with the candlelight.

"Yes, she is 'great'!"

Kingpin nodded, remained silent for a moment, then stared at the cup in his hand and continued.

"And my father, seeing me beaten like this, asked what happened?"

"Your father also cares about you!"

Jin shook his head.

“Rather than saying he cares about me, it’s better to say he cares more about himself.

He was running for city council at the time, so he was sensitive to many things.

And I'm a little afraid of him.

Because he has a bad personality, he can even be said to be a little violent.

He didn't drink much, but when he was drunk he would beat my mother and me.

So I didn't dare to hide it from him and told him everything.

While I was walking, I saw a young man five or six years older than me, holding a baseball bat and hitting my father's campaign signs. "

Kingpin opened his hand to measure, then put his hand on the table and continued.

“It’s the kind of wooden slogan with a small stand that is placed at the intersection of various streets.

Each candidate made these things with his own money, and my family was not in a good financial situation at the time.

So when I saw him doing that, I stepped forward to stop him. "

Vanessa reached over and gently held Jin Bin's hand.

"He hurt you?"

Kingpin felt the tenderness in his hands, and the anger in his heart calmed down.

"Yes, instead of stopping vandalizing the sign, he beat me hard after breaking the sign into pieces.

I don’t know what kind of dispute he had with my father, or maybe his parents had a dispute with my father.

Anyway, while he beat me, he called me a loser like my father.

My father heard what I said and asked me to lead him to the young man.

That man was easy to find. After beating me, he did not run away, but continued to destroy the promotional signs at the intersection.

My father didn't want to take action at first, but gave a verbal warning.

Tell him not to do that, tell him to leave and apologize to me.

But instead of apologizing, the young man continued to verbally abuse and provoke him.

Then he was pushed to the ground by my father and beaten severely.

At that time, I stood nearby, watching blankly, not knowing what to do at all.

My father was tired from beating and saw me standing next to him while he was resting.

He called me over and taught me step by step how to beat the young man.

In the end we didn't kill him.

But I remember when I got home, I saw my face in the mirror, covered in blood.

But unlike last time, this time the blood belonged to that young man.

My mother helped me wipe the blood off my face as usual.

After my father cleaned up outside, he asked me to sit on the edge of the bed, facing the wall!

And the wall I often face looks very much like the painting you painted. "

At this point, Jin Bin subconsciously touched the two cufflinks on his sleeves.

They were two old cufflinks that didn't match the brand-new suit Jinpin was wearing now.

When Kingpin saw Vanessa's eyes falling on his two cufflinks, he continued to tell the story of these two cufflinks.

“These two cufflinks belong to my father.

My father was very ambitious at the time. He wanted to run for city council and escape from poverty and join the upper class society.

But whether it is publicity or other aspects, it requires a lot of money.

No one was willing to support his father, so he ended up borrowing money from usury.

Then use the money borrowed from loan sharks to run for election.

But he ultimately failed and failed to run for mayor.

Things got worse for our family.

One day my father got dressed and he had these two cufflinks on his clothes.

He was going out to meet with his creditor to discuss whether he could postpone the debt.

Mother had just finished cooking and saw him going out.

He began to complain that he had borrowed loan sharks from outside to run for city council. As a result, not only did he fail to win the election, but the whole family fell into crisis.

My father was very angry at the time. He was angry and even more terrifying than being drunk.

He pulled out his belt and started beating my mother.

At that time, I was still asked to face the wall. I looked at that wall and turned my back to them.

But I could hear my father’s scolding voice and the sound of the belt hitting my body.

And the screams my mother made when she was beaten.

Finally I couldn't stand it anymore and stopped facing the wall.

I stood up.

Originally, I would never dare to leave the edge of the bed without authorization, but that incident of beating a young man taught me how to resist.

So I picked up the metal hammer that was sitting on the table and walked up behind him.

I started to resist and hit him hard on the back of the head with a hammer.

he died.

But I was uneasy and at a loss.

My mother didn't scream about his death.

She first held me in her arms and comforted me who was full of fear.

Then she let me go and started disposing of his body.

She first took off his clothes. In the process, mother took off his cufflinks and put them in my hand.

She then began dismembering the body.