I’m Trying to End This Possession - Chapter 288

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Chapter 288

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Inside the dim bedroom.

Lumiere sat with his back to the moonlight, shrouded in backlighting.

And he was tied to a chair.

“…?”

Is this a dream?

It was a scene that made her think that for a moment.

Why? Why is Lumiere on this island? Why in this room? Why like that?

Like that, tied to a chair like someone who had been kidnapped?

That wasn’t all.

“…Brother?”

What on earth is that?

Those stains on his bathrobe. That is.

‘Blood?’

The moment she recognized it, her entire body froze. Her spine stiffened and her heart plummeted. Why on earth is Lumiere-!

And at that moment.

“Cough!”

Lumiere coughed.

“Cough, cough!”

He vomited up something violently.

That bright red thing, that blood, swept away the dozens of confusions swirling in Dana’s mind. From then on, it was pure instinct. There was no reason.

“Lumiere!”

Dana frantically rushed into the room. She desperately reached out toward him.

But just before her fingertips could touch him, she barely managed to stop.

‘No!’

If I touch him now, he’ll be corrupted!

Dana began pushing the corruption that had seeped into her body back inside the black earrings. She was so anxious that her breathing naturally became ragged.

‘Quickly, quickly!’

She frantically pushed out the corruption, drove it away, and forced it in. Fast, fast, she had to check Lumiere’s wounds, quickly-!

Finally, the moment the darkness disappeared from her body.

Bang!

A violent impact struck the back of her head.

Her ears rang from the thunderous sound that shook her mind. Someone had struck the back of her head hard.

Her vision turned black, and she lost her balance.

“Ugh…!”

As she staggered and fell to the floor, she saw a man’s face in her blurred vision.

Anton Roland.

With his cold gaze as the last thing she saw, Dana lost consciousness.

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Anton Roland guessed everything from the screams coming from outside the window.

“P-please spare me! Sister Danae!”

“Please, Lady Danae! Please spare us!”

Danae was massacring the people inside the Great Temple of Somora.

“I-I don’t want to rot, please, please!”

Anton calmly assessed the situation.

Listening to the screams coming from outside. She seemed to possess not only purification ability but corruption ability as well.

She was mercilessly killing all those who had toyed with her using that divine authority.

So she’ll definitely come to kill me too.

Faced with this obvious truth, Anton didn’t panic. Having lived his entire life as a soldier, he had faced life-and-death situations many times, and he had always survived.

And he would do so again this time.

Fortunately, that witch’s weakness was in his hands.

“Lumiere, I’m sorry, but you’ll have to get hurt for a moment.”

“It’s alright.”

He thrust a knife into Lumiere’s abdomen, inflicting a fatal wound. Then he tied him to a chair.

If left like this, he would surely die.

When Danae sees this scene, she’ll panic and come running.

It went as expected.

“Damn bitch.”

Anton threw the candlestick he had used to strike the back of her head onto the floor and cursed. He had been so tense for that brief moment that his entire body was drenched in cold sweat.

Anton tied the fallen Danae’s limbs with rope and even gagged her mouth. Just in case, he also covered Danae’s eyes with a blindfold.

Eyes, mouth, everything covered and bound.

Only after completely subduing her did Anton heal the back of Danae’s head with holy water.

Because it would be troublesome if she died by any chance.

Then he rushed to Lumiere and untied the ropes.

“Lumiere, are you alright?”

“Yes….”

Lumiere remained tied to the chair with a pale face.

How pitiful he looked. He hurriedly poured holy water on Lumiere’s wound as well.

While he was treating Lumiere like this.

“We have to kill her.”

Ingria, who had entered the room at some point, insisted with a tear-stained face.

“Quickly, we have to kill that demon while she’s unconscious. Hurry, take her to the sanctuary of Somora and offer her as a sacrifice.”

“That won’t do.”

“What do you mean?”

“Rodrigo is demanding Danae. We can’t kill her.”

Damn it, why did everything become such a mess!

Wasn’t Adma supposed to kidnap Danae? Wasn’t the plan to take her to Rodrigo?

Yes, he was sure that was the plan.

He had no idea where things went wrong.

“We have to kill her!”

Ingria screamed as if having a fit.

“Right now, right now we have to offer her as a sacrifice to Somora and kill her! That woman is a demon! A demon, truly, truly a demon!”

“Didn’t I tell you. Rodrigo is demanding Danae. We can’t kill her.”

“What do you mean! That woman is Somora’s sacrifice, so why is Rodrigo suddenly interfering?”

Ingria, who had been speaking, opened her eyes sharply as if realizing something.

“Don’t tell me it’s because Rodrigo healed Lumiere’s facial injury recently, and he’s showing off over just that trivial thing?”

“Ingria.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. What’s so great about healing just one measly wound that he’s demanding Danae? Danae has to die! Right now, we must offer that woman as a sacrifice and kill her!”

“The Somora cult has been annihilated, Ingria. You must have seen it clearly with your own two eyes.”

At those words, Ingria’s lips stiffened. Anton sighed as he spoke to her, who had lost her reason to fear.

“Or is there a surviving shaman? Are there any priests left who can help the Aren Royal Family in the future?”

No. They were all dead.

That woman. She had truly killed every single one of them without leaving anyone alive.

Only then did Ingria mentally comprehend that the Somora Church had been completely annihilated.

“Cooperate with my work. Then, Rodrigo might help the Aren Royal Family.”

“….”

“As you know, Rodrigo leads a new faction that has become independent from the Diana Church. Perhaps he could join hands with the Aren Royal Family.”

After a moment, Ingria, who had accepted reality, nodded while tears streamed down her face.

“I understand….”

Anton signaled to Lumiere with his eyes. Then Lumiere approached and embraced Ingria.

“Don’t cry, Ingria.”

“Sob, Lumiere, Lumiere. I was so scared. That woman, that demon killed them all, Lisa and Ron, my poor younger siblings.”

“You must have been truly frightened.”

“Sob, sniff. Yes. I was scared. I was scared….”

Ingria, who had burrowed into Lumiere’s embrace, soon sought his lips.

Ingria kissed Lumiere while sobbing.

“I want to forget all the memories from earlier. Hold me.”

“But.”

“Light the incense, the enchanting incense…. I don’t want to be sane right now. I want to go mad. I can’t bear to stay sane.”

As she wept, Lumiere glanced at Anton as if seeking permission.

Anton nodded with an annoyed expression. Then Lumiere took out a red incense stick from the drawer and lit it.

Soon a sweet yet dreamy fragrance began to fill the room.

“Quickly, kiss me. Lumiere. Quickly.”

Ingria’s blonde hair scattered across the floor, and Lumiere’s shadow covered it. The kiss between the man and woman deepened.

Anton didn’t care whether the two were entangled right in front of him. It wasn’t the first or second time he’d seen such a thing. Not just for a day or two, not even for just a year or two.

He simply sat down heavily on the sofa, soaked in deep fatigue. He picked up a cigar from the table and put it in his mouth.

It had been a damn exhausting night.

‘What the Diana Church created wasn’t a saint, but a witch.’

Heh. Laughter flowed from Anton’s mouth.

Truly amazing. To create something like that!

‘That woman must become Roland’s.’

As soon as the sun rises, he would take Danae to Rodrigo’s laboratory.

Purification and corruption. If those two powers could be passed down to Roland’s bloodline, if he could obtain that power.

‘Finally, I can overcome my lowly bloodline.’

The power to save and destroy the world. Before such great ability, what meaning could the filth of blood possibly have!

Anton savored the cigar while watching the man and woman before him. He felt incredibly good. Perhaps because he could finally achieve his goal. The scent of blood and enchanting incense flowing through the room was particularly stimulating.

Anton was more elated and intoxicated than ever before, almost violently so. This place was like paradise….

“What is.”

At that moment, Anton’s hand froze.

“What is this.”

Among the hot breathing sounds of the man and woman filling this room, there was Lumiere’s, who was sharing breath with Ingria….

Over that man’s breath flowed a voice exactly like his.

“What is this situation supposed to be?”

Anton whipped his head around.

Lumiere was standing in the doorway.

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Lumiere could not accept this situation at all.

A moment ago, he had arrived at Godom Island. And he was horrified by the terrible sight.

The Great Temple of Somora had been corrupted by the Corrupted Land.

Would Danae be safe?

He searched for Danae, being careful not to step on the corruption.

Fortunately, finding signs of people wasn’t difficult. In the frighteningly quiet silence, noise was easily detected.

When he tracked that sound, this chaos was waiting for him.

“…Maternal Grandfather.”

His maternal grandfather in a bathrobe, sitting on the sofa with his legs spread. Anton Roland.

“Ingria.”

His wife lying on the floor in front of him.

And.

“….”

And.

What the hell is that…?

Goosebumps rose.

It was him.

Lumiere was pressing down on Ingria’s body.

Lumiere, whose eyes met with a man who looked exactly like him, thought for a moment that he had fallen asleep while standing. It felt like he was dreaming.

Yes, like a lucid dream- perhaps I’m looking down at myself from within a dream?

Maybe he was having a shockingly unconventional and outrageous dream. He had been having very bad dreams lately.

But he had never even once imagined such a disgusting, dirty, rotten-smelling scene.

“…!”

Then, the man with the same face as his quickly got up. He hurriedly adjusted his clothes and stepped backward.

In that moment, Lumiere realized.

This isn’t a dream, and that isn’t me.

His height, build, everything was smaller and more delicate than his own. But the face was so similar it was nauseating.

No.

What was nauseating was this situation.

A scene that seemed to show the ultimate depths of human depravity.

“What are you doing right now, Maternal Grandfather.”

Clearly everything was revolting, yet the air in the room was dangerously sweet.

A numbing, enchanting fragrance.

His stomach churned.

“Hehehe… my husband has come.”

Ingria, as if she felt no shame, still looked up at Lumiere while lying face down on the floor. Had she been drinking heavily? Her eyes were completely unfocused, as if intoxicated by something.

“Ah, are you curious about who that man is?”

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