Only God
Chapter 387 - 342: The Mystery of the Living Dead (Extra Double Update)_2

Chapter 387: Chapter 342: The Mystery of the Living Dead (Extra Double Update)_2

"Move aside!"

Prey, the priest, bellowed angrily.

The monks, stunned, froze in place, watching as Father Prey charged to the farthest end of the church.

He strode quickly across the church hall, heading straight to the backyard, where the clergy’s quarters were located, also serving as the priest’s home. Father Prey pounded fiercely on the fragile door, his voice shrill.

Soon after, a woman opened the door from inside; under the moonlight, her face was extremely pale.

"Alice."

Father Prey stepped into the room, saying in a low voice.

In this era, it was quite common for clergy to marry. Indeed, some parishes even had female priests and female-led congregations.

Alice stepped back, watching her husband bustle anxiously into their home before slamming the door shut.

"God, look at his anxious state."

Alice complained, stepping forward to help him out of his heavy priest’s robe.

Father Prey breathed heavily, seeming to calm down a bit, then slowly sat on the bed.

"What is the matter, my dear husband?"

Alice asked gently, stepping closer.

Father Prey gazed at Alice, momentarily lost in a daze.

He opened his mouth as if wanting to say something.

"Keep it down, the children are sleeping upstairs."

Alice said, glancing towards the staircase to ensure their anxious father hadn’t awakened the children.

Father Prey nodded, then let out a deep breath.

After a moment, he lowered his voice and said,

"Alice, do you remember? I’ve always had a heartache.

In my childhood, my family... all... left this world..."

"Did you have a nightmare again?"

Alice asked with a frown.

"Do you remember?"

Father Prey asked sternly.

Alice paused, then said,

"Of course, you’ve told me many times."

Father Prey muttered,

"God above, God above..."

"What is it, my priest?"

Alice asked somewhat reproachfully.

Father Prey looked up at his wife.

His wife was beautiful, dignified, and lovely. For a long time, the nearby believers thought they were a match made in Heaven, their union blessed by angels.

They had five children, one girl and four boys, each beautifully carved and clever, envied by all.

The lamp burned inside the house, the pungent smell twirling around Father Prey’s nostrils as he stared at Alice.

Seeing him remain silent, Alice didn’t press him but sat beside him, waiting patiently.

After a while, Father Prey finally broke the silence, speaking in a low voice,

"Alice, you are so beautiful, you hardly seem human."

Alice chuckled softly,

"Do you think I’m an angel from Heaven? Or perhaps a witch bewitching hearts?"

Father Prey continued staring ahead, his gaze unwavering, not resting on Alice.

"In my childhood, a child always hid in the wardrobe, watching a living dead one by one kill his family members with a gruesome death."

Alice looked puzzled.

Father Prey turned, facing his wife in the light,

"Alice, in God’s name, the more I look at you, the more you resemble a living dead..."

Under the dim light.

Alice’s face was so pale it seemed reflective.

Having heard this, she bowed her head and slowly extended her hands, wrapping them around Father Prey’s neck.

This was a wife’s habitual gesture, every night Father Prey would fall asleep this way.

Alice’s face was in the shadow below the lamp,

"My dear priest, it really is me..."

Her voice was filled with sorrow.

Her hands and feet were distinctly cold, like those of a nearly dead corpse.

Suddenly, Alice’s fingernails grew at an abnormal rate, quickly becoming sharper than blades.

Alice tilted her head back, opened her mouth—inside were no longer clean teeth but sharp fangs.

She hugged Priest Prey’s neck tighter and tighter, never letting go, her remarkably long arms changing from hugging to strangling.

Priest Prey’s face turned red due to suffocation, he raised his hand, trying to pull off Alice’s hand grasping his neck; he opened his mouth wide but could not draw a single breath, let alone speak.

"My dear Prey, when did you find out?"

Alice whispered into the priest’s ear while still gripping his neck, her mouth full of sharp fangs asking softly,

"Was it the first time we made love? When I gave birth to our first child? Or since you met me? No, it couldn’t have been that soon.

My dear priest, you shouldn’t have found out."

Prey slapped at Alice’s hand around his neck, but it was futile. Alice, seemingly fragile, now had the strength of an ox.

Alice watched Prey’s face turn from red to purple, inching closer to death, she said in a soft voice,

"Don’t you understand, Prey? I thought of making amends to you because I killed your family.

Back then, if I hadn’t taken your family’s lives, my soul would have left this world. Oh, for someone like me, there was only one place to go—Hell, how terrifying.

I always watched over you as you grew up. When you came of age, I gave myself to you, bore your children. Think of our children, how clever they all are. Since you’ve discovered this, why bother exposing it?"

Alice’s questioning voice was gentle yet horrifying, step by step she led her husband to death.

Thud, thud.

Suddenly, a knocking sound came from outside the door.

Alice’s eyes sharpened; she glanced at the Prey in her hands and then at the door, her gaze stuck in hesitation.

Prey was nearly strangled to death, his slaps against his wife’s arm growing weaker.

Alice never let go of her husband.

The person outside kept knocking on the door, but there was no response from inside. Slowly, the knocking stopped and despair appeared in Priest Prey’s eyes.

Alice no longer hesitated. She aimed to thoroughly strangle her own husband.

Suddenly, there was a sound of light footsteps upstairs.

Alice paused; her movements slowed.

That sound, she knew it all too well.

It was their children, perhaps getting up at night, perhaps woken by the knocking, or maybe both.

Slowly, Alice let go of the hand around her husband’s neck, her eyes brimming with tears,

"Thank the children, if it weren’t for them, you would be dead tonight."

With that, Alice threw Prey to the ground like trash, then she burst through the door, escaping into the night, her figure disappearing into the ink-like darkness.

Prey gasped heavily, his eyes still in shock as he watched the direction of his wife’s escape.

"Dad, Daddy?"

Prey’s younger son came down the stairs barefoot, his face full of confusion as he looked at the collapsed Priest Prey.

The Priest turned his head, seeing his child, then his pupils dilated.

Behind the child followed two young girls.

"Is it you?! How are you here?"

Priest Prey asked incredulously.

Anos tightened her white silk gloves a bit more,

"Leave that aside for now, Priest, where is your wife?"

Prey Priest remained silent, then after a long pause, he said:

"She... escaped..."

Mira jumped past the child, triumphantly saying,

"We had guessed you were hiding something from us!"

Priest Prey gave a bitter smile, looking towards his younger son.

The child spoke somewhat fearfully,

"These two sisters woke me up, they suddenly appeared outside the window, asking me to come down and see."

Priest Prey slowly rose from the ground,

"This is truly the protection of God... praise Him."

"Where did your wife go?"

Anos frowned, not joining the priest in his praise.

Priest Prey pointed in a direction,

"She fled that way... Your Highness, I urge you to be very cautious."

Anos said nothing, walking straight out of the house. Mira followed closely, her spirits very high.

The younger son looked back and forth between his father and the two sisters, astounded,

"God, what has happened?"

Priest Prey heaved a deep sigh, his gaze complex as he looked at his child.

A mortal and a living dead’s child...

"Nothing, go back to sleep. Mom... Mom has gone to a very far place."