The Demon from Hell
1208 Words
“Come on, get in my car!”
James waved at Green, his face full of urgency.
Green quietly nodded and followed James into the police car parked by the roadside.
As soon as he buckled his seatbelt, James floored the accelerator. The engine roared as the police car shot forward, leaving the curb behind in an instant.
“We served together in the Middle East for two years, saw plenty of corpses, but we’ve never encountered anything like this.”
James gripped the steering wheel tightly, his eyes locked on the road ahead as he muttered, “Even those things we dealt with back then could be explained by science.”
“But this time, for the first time, I’m starting to think demons might actually exist…”
In the passenger seat, Green turned to look at James. This man, a sheriff known for his toughness, now had a hint of confusion on his face, along with an almost imperceptible fear.
Green thought for a moment before speaking slowly, “These dark beings have always existed. It’s just that ever since the last century, they rarely show themselves. For ordinary people, they might never encounter them in their lifetime.”
“James, don’t worry. In this age, dark beings aren’t very powerful. That little girl will be fine.”
Hearing this, James nodded silently, though the unease in his expression remained.
The events of that day still haunted him.
He had been on vacation, visiting an old friend and fellow veteran in a neighboring county. By coincidence, they accompanied a family to a hospital where a priest had been invited to perform an exorcism. As the local sheriff, his friend naturally went along to ensure everything was under control, and James tagged along.
That day, James witnessed something he would never forget.
The bone-chilling cold, the spine-tingling screams, the little girl who displayed superhuman strength, and the vile obscenities she spat out—it all matched the descriptions of demonic possession in the old tales.
The priest performing the exorcism had been flung across the room by an invisible force within minutes and knocked unconscious. The little girl fell into a coma and had yet to wake up.
In the days that followed, her health deteriorated rapidly. The hospital’s efforts proved futile, and they could only keep her alive with machines.
Unwilling to watch a young life fade away, James proposed bringing Green in to help.
The girl’s desperate parents, grasping at any hope, agreed without hesitation.
James glanced at Green in the passenger seat, took a deep breath, and said in a serious tone, “Green, I know you’re capable. You’ve solved the strange cases in our county before. This time, we’re counting on you!”
“Don’t worry about it.”
Green waved his hand dismissively and turned to look out the window at the scenery rushing by. His right hand absentmindedly rubbed his left wrist as he thought to himself, I’ve got the system on my side.
Yes, he wasn’t from this world.
Twenty-one years ago, an accident had caused him to transmigrate into this world as an abandoned infant, left at an orphanage in Texas.
Realizing what had happened, he quickly accepted his new identity and worked hard, eventually earning a spot at Stanford University after high school.
Originally, Green aspired to become a lawyer. But during his sophomore year, while celebrating his 18th birthday with friends, he suddenly fainted and remained unconscious for three days.
When he awoke, he discovered that he had a system.
It was an unusual system—no interface, no prompts—just a magical circle visible on his left wrist and a progress bar beneath it.
Along with the system came a new ability: the legendary “yin-yang eyes,” allowing him to see spirits and ghosts that wandered the world.
One day, by chance, Green discovered that defeating or banishing spirits could fill the progress bar. Without hesitation, he applied for a leave of absence from Stanford.
Despite his academic advisor’s repeated attempts to dissuade him, Green remained firm in his decision.
After leaving school, he returned to the small town where he grew up and met a priest named Gabriel. Under Gabriel’s guidance, Green began training as an exorcist. He eventually moved into an old, abandoned church to focus on his work.
It was during one of these exorcism missions that Green met James.
“Hello, Green. I’m Robert, and this is my wife, Catherine.”
Robert, his hair white as snow, extended a hand. His cracked lips and scruffy beard hinted at his current state. “Please, save my daughter. She’s only six years old!”
At his words, the woman beside him burst into tears, her eyes swollen and red.
Green shook Robert’s hand, nodded, and said, “James has already filled me in. Take me to see your daughter.”
“Of course!”
Robert took a deep breath and turned toward the staircase.
In the past three years, Green had defeated countless spirits and demons. The progress bar on his wrist was now nearly full.
Maybe after this exorcism, it’ll finally fill.
He glanced at the magical circle on his wrist, a sight he had grown familiar with. A flicker of anticipation stirred within him. I wonder what will happen when it’s complete…
The car slowed as they approached a suburban neighborhood. The houses were classic American-style, with front lawns and backyards—a middle-class community for well-off families.
James parked in front of an unassuming house and said, “We’re here.”
He quickly exited the car and headed inside, eager to find the family.
Green lingered by the car, studying the house carefully.
The faint scent of sulfur and rotten eggs lingered in the air. It was unmistakable.
This wasn’t just any possession.
The entity inside was a demon from hell
"Green, come in quickly!"
At this moment, James came out of the door and waved to this side.
Green looked at the environment in the country again, picked up his backpack and walked into the room.
"His name is Green, the one I told you.
Exorcist."
James introduced Green to the people standing in the room and didn't say much.
"Hello, Green."
A strong man who was also wearing a police uniform took the lead in reaching out.
Hand, said, "My name is Wells. I'm James's comrade-in-arms and the sheriff here." Hello."
Green reached out and held Wells, and looked at the crowd.
In addition to Wells, who greeted him, there was another
The middle-aged couple was looking at him with a haggard face. Obviously, he was the owner of the house.
"Hello, Green. I'm Robert. She's my wife Catherine."
Robert, with gray hair, stretched out his hand, and the stubble and cracked lips on his chin showed his current state: • Please save my daughter! She is only six years old!"
As soon as this was said, the woman next to her instantly opened her eyes.
Hong couldn't bear to sob.
Green reached out and held Robert, nodded and said, "James has already told me, take me to see your daughter."
"Okay!''
Robert took a deep breath and turned around and went up the stairs beside him.
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