Abyss Train

Chapter 832 Ordinary Love`Fin Fiber
[Part①·Get closer]
I pieced everything back to you.

Margaret
The moment I completed this ritual, it seemed as if something had been let go and nothing mattered anymore.

The three of us sat on the corridor of the dormitory, basking in the sun. No one spoke at first.

Margaret took my hand, and now she was finally a whole person again.

"Brother Roger, what were you thinking when you received this package?"

Roger was obviously confused by the question——

——He scratched his head hard, and the silly smile on his face gradually faded. It seemed that there was an invisible and intangible evil spirit surging in his heart, as if he was about to be controlled by the evil curse of Hercules.

After a while, he regained his spirits, and the vitality in the young man once again prevailed.

"The last time I received an invitation to Lady Margaret's wedding, to be honest"

Roger Fogen was a very honest kid -

"——I envy your love, Mr. Sam and Miss Margaret."

"After receiving a police report, I went to the train accident site to search and rescue, and only then did I know that Mr. Sam..."

Speaking of this, Roger Fogen felt a little embarrassed.

"I thought to myself, if Sister Margaret has no one to take care of her, maybe slowly, slowly, I can slowly get closer to her heart, slowly - I can become the pillar of her life. I want to take care of her for you, and she can't be a widow forever."

I just felt dazed. If Sam Walker, if I really died like this. Maybe Roger is a good and reliable husband, he should be able to...
"There are no ifs in this matter." Margaret held Roger's hand tightly and warned him, "I don't intend to give up on him, little friend - even if I die."

It was the early autumn of 1975, when summer was about to end.

Margaret broke my heart again. She tore my soul into ten thousand pieces and almost melted me in a gentle ocean.

Although what I experienced in the past few days made me feel horrified and bizarre, it seemed that all the familiar people and things in life had become unrecognizable because of this bloody ritual.

"Roger! Be our witness!" I couldn't wait to say, "Roger! Can you help me?"

The boy immediately perked up, his blue eyes shining from his messy blond hair. Some shallow scars could be seen on him, perhaps the medals left from crossing the fire. He said, "No problem! Mr. Sam!"

"We're going to church?! Margaret?" I talked about St. Stephen's Cathedral.

There seemed to be a hint of fear in Margaret's eyes. Everything was supposed to start here, the starting point of marriage, the story was supposed to start from this place.

If Kevin Richards can bring us back to life, then he should be able to kill us, too.

I just think that our friends shouldn't die in such an unclear way -

——Of these sixteen people, twelve have died, as well as two dogs, most of whom were invited guests at the wedding.

"Um"

Margaret was mentally prepared, and from her brief response, I seemed to be able to sense her inner struggle.

We may be able to flee far away, change our names, flee to another country, and start a new life again under a false identity.

But what about little Neusiedl? What about Austria?
What should happen to everyone who remains in this city, every loving, innocent and romantic soul?
Under the spell, Miss Ilan lost her mind and killed so many people. And I was forced to kill Tom and Naomi - I had no hatred for them in the past or in the present.

It seems to be able to amplify people's possessiveness and use "love" to give birth to terrible curses.

In any case, Margaret and I are no longer alive. We have already died once. St. Stephen's Cathedral still owes us a wedding, and this ceremony must be completed.

Kevin Richard, even if this priest can take back this "miracle" and turn me into a corpse again, and turn Margaret into a corpse, we must try it - send this demon in human skin to hell.

We didn't tell the truth to Roger Fogen, we just borrowed sixteen euros from the boy and took a taxi.

I said we were going to get married in the church——

——And just like that, he hurriedly left the fire station.

In the car, I was still very anxious. When all the fears of death were approaching, the desire to survive almost tore me apart and I couldn't stop crying.

"Margaret."

"Yeah, Sam."

"How about I go to church alone?"

"It takes two people to make a wedding, Sam, or should we change the wedding company?"

"I'm afraid not. We can't just focus on our own little family, Margaret."

"Go! Sam! Go!"

"We have no weapons left. The gun is left to Yilan."

"At least she can protect herself? And the last two bullets? Did you leave them for her?"

"Yes, I am also worried that something might happen to Miss Yilan. She is a good person."

After just over twenty minutes of walking, we returned to the vestibule of St. Stephen's Cathedral.

Today is Monday and there are not many believers. Father Kevin has just finished morning service. When he saw Margaret and me, he immediately smiled and ran quickly towards the flower gallery in the atrium.

I chased after him without thinking, not wanting the culprit to escape—

——Margaret should run slower, she seems unable to run anymore.

The closer she got to the church, the weaker she seemed to be.

After rushing into the flower gallery and walking a few steps towards the second prayer room and the storeroom where important scriptures were stored, I suddenly turned around and saw Margaret, who looked pale - she seemed to be getting farther and farther away from me.

"Sam Walker." Kevin stood at the end of the corridor -

——He was wearing a thick hooded coat, like the black cloak of the Virgin Mary, which covered half of his face.

He hugged a small pink coffin, as if all the secrets were in this coffin.

"My child, don't go any further. I can feel your anger."

I screamed, "What did you do to her?"

[Part②·Wandering on the edge]
"The ceremony has been completed." Father Kevin said confidently: "Hercules' new partner, if you insist on being my enemy, then Margaret will leave you forever - she has given everything for you, Sam Walker, you can't live up to her love, right?"

I couldn't bear the pain. Margaret's arm seemed to crystallize.

——Her skin became whiter and whiter, as if it was turning into stone, into dust, and into ashes bit by bit.

She didn't cry out in pain, but just like me, she hesitated and stopped moving forward, and death was right beside her.

I saw it clearly! A tall, thin, pale figure in a tattered black robe was leaning against the entrance of the garden corridor, preparing to come over here.

"I know it's not easy for you." Kevin Richard slowly closed the coffin.

——That seems to be Margaret’s Horcrux, an important catalyst for maintaining her material form.

She can still talk to me and continue to live in this state, all thanks to this coffin.

"So don't waste your lives, okay?"

Kevin argued that

"——Welcome to our family, Sam Walker. You have proven yourself with your strength. You are qualified."

"You are the one chosen by the Mad Butterfly Saint Church. You have extraordinary talents. Come with me?" Margaret seemed to be freed from suffocation and suddenly roared, "Sam!"

"Ah! No! No way." Kevin dodged to the side of the door and pulled out a poor man covered in blood.

—That's Miss Ilan.
Looking at her, she seems to be unconscious.

Her face was cut, her eyes were blinded, her tongue was cut off, and her legs were missing?!
Her stomach was still bleeding, her fingers were chopped off, and she was tied to a chair and dragged out by Kevin Richard!

"No! Margaret! No!" Father Kevin threatened, "Don't keep messing around. I have put so much effort into your love - including this silly girl who came to the church with a gun to seek revenge. She has caused me so much trouble."

Margaret was instantly silenced and she dared not make a scene anymore.

"Yes, keep quiet." Kevin nodded: "Yes, Sam, that's right, keep quiet, the church is a sacred place.

"If nothing goes wrong, I will take you to Portsmouth to visit Our Lady of Grace at Chadderton Castle, and then return to the underground world, to our other new home - Sam, you have a lot to offer."

I can't understand these mysterious words.

Kevin's old eyes and brows revealed an expression of compassion for the world.

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"It seems that you still don't know anything. As early as when you were a child, the Blessed Virgin Mary had already made you a noble race. Otherwise, why would you be crushed into eight pieces by a train? And you can still survive intact? How did you do it?"

"By the power of love?"

"You have a strong and unreasonable vitality in your body. Although it is not as strong as the Holy Blood, it can save you a lot of trouble. You are not afraid of sunlight and can drink some panaceas, but don't drink too much."

"You have already done the skin test and are a very good seed. You are only missing the last step of the blood-giving ceremony. Sam Walker, have you merged with Margaret?"

"What the hell are you talking about?!" I couldn't understand any of these words.

Kevin smiled and nodded: "If you want to continue living, like me, get the power of life and death, learn these sophisticated witchcraft magic - then eat your lover, you don't need a lot, even just a bite of meat."

An indescribable rage was taking over me.

It's hard for me to stay sane, it's hard for me to imagine
"What do you mean by that expression? For your coming-of-age ceremony..." Kevin was a little impatient: "A lot of human flesh has been wasted. These victims are tests again and again, but Yilan, that little bitch..."

"It's really a headache to have such a little wizard suddenly appear in my choir."

"Fuck you!" I rushed forward, but was pushed away by an invisible force!

I couldn't control my body and was hanging upside down again!

I was like a stupid fox that stepped into a trap, and was caught tightly by a looming hand.

I tried almost all my strength to bend my body to free myself, to use the diamond ring to cut the unbreakable rope once again - but I couldn't see where the rope was, it was the same as my fate.

At this moment, Roger Fogen came to the courtyard holding a bunch of flowers.

——When the young firefighter saw me hanging upside down in the air, and saw the bloody and dying Miss Yilan at Kevin's side, he rushed over without any hesitation!
"boom!--"

A gunshot rang out, and the gifts in Roger's arms scattered all over the floor.

Margaret screamed in horror, as if everything had changed.

"Shut up." Kevin said softly, "Margaret."

He waved his hand, and it was as if another invisible hand strangled Margaret's neck.

Roger walked a few steps forward before half-kneeling with his hands covering his chest. His face was filled with disbelief, and he fell down without leaving any last words.

Father Kevin put away his gun, pulled a ceremonial knife from his coat, and prepared to slit Ilan's throat, and asked.

"Sam Walker, will you marry Lady Margaret, regardless of the circumstances?"

This cruel and despicable devil really seemed to want to hold a wedding ceremony for us.

But before he finished speaking, Roger Fogen, who was lying on the ground, trembled a little -

——Kevin was very impatient and pulled out his gun again and fired, repeatedly pulling the trigger at Roger's head.

"boom!--"

"boom!--"

"boom!--"

The shameless clergy still offer greetings.

"Mr. Roger! Are you dead? Are you dead? It's not the guest's turn to speak yet!"

The Grim Reaper wandering in the corridor was about to move forward, and the solemn and dignified god passed by Roger's side.

——I saw clearly that the gods did not take away Roger Fogen’s soul, quite the opposite.

He came to Kevin, and the cold iron sickle was already on Kevin's neck.

The big boy who was lying on the floor slowly got up. His face was covered in blood and his head was blasted with several craters, but he was not dead. His eyes gradually turned red and became hideous because of the intense pain.

"Oh" Kevin was about to draw his gun: "What are you. Freak"

The flash of a knife flashed across the barrel of the gun, and I couldn't see what happened.

The ritual sacrificial knife in Kevin's hand fell into Roger's hands. It seemed that in an instant, Father Kevin's arm was torn apart, along with the gun parts, and turned into minced meat all over the ground.

I was still struggling, trying to arch my back to free myself from the invisible hand, trying to free myself from the upside-down position.

Suddenly my body felt light and I fell to the ground again. When I got up, Death just walked past me.

——Two balls of azure spiritual fire lit up on the skull face hidden in the darkness, and He waited for a while.

The intense pain made my whole body spasm, and it seemed that my heart was beating extremely fast, and the sickle was already on my neck.

Margaret came to my side and beat hard on my chest. With every breath and every throbbing of the ventricles, the scythe moved further and further away from my neck.

Until a stranger, a tall woman in a Spanish lace hat and a fishtail skirt -

—carrying her doctor’s bag and walking past Margaret and me in her high heels.

Death left reluctantly.

I turned my body once again, wanting to make sense of it all, wanting to know the whole story.

I saw the pile of minced meat in front of Roger Fogen. It seemed to have existed before. It was once the body of Kevin Richard, which was dismembered almost instantly by a small ritual knife.
This uninvited lady left a business card and two train tickets beside me.

"—remember to get in the car, Sam Walker."

Then, she leaned towards Roger, carefully leaned close to the ear of the bewildered young man, and whispered -

"——V Has Come To."

From the business card, I could clearly see Ms. Latia's name.

She kicked open the small coffin and handed this crucial prop to me.

Then, the blonde beauty took off her sunglasses and blew a breath of air to Roger Fogen.

"Jack, come to the next scene!"

(End of this chapter)