My Life in Wednesday With a Vampire System

Chapter 151 150 : The Nun

"You know one thing," Ethan said as he twisted his hand inside the body, the motion forcing more blood out around his wrist. "If you stay outside, whatever you call that state, there's not much I can do to you—I can't touch something that isn't there."

He leaned closer to her face, smiling.

"But the moment you take a human body," he continued, his tone tightening, his grip shifting as if closing around something deeper inside, "you make a mistake. You step into a hole you can't escape."

The girl's body seized in his hold, her muscles locking before snapping into violent motion, her back arching as a scream tore out of her.

"AA—! N—NO—!"

The sound wasn't clean.

It broke mid-way, shifted, layered with something deeper forcing through her throat, something that didn't belong to her voice.

"Because blood is my domain," Ethan said, pushing his hand deeper.

The reaction was immediate.

Her body jerked harder, restraints creaking under the strain as another scream ripped out.

"ST—STOP—! AHH—!"

Santiago flinched, covering her ears, while the priest recoiled, both hands clamped over his ears, his composure breaking as the noise filled the church.

The windows rattled sharply, the wooden frames vibrating under the pressure as the sound refused to settle.

"You don't control this—!" the voice twisted, breaking between tones, child and something else overlapping. "I'll— I'll—!"

Ethan didn't move.

"Keep trying," he said, his tone flat.

The girl's head snapped back, her body going rigid.

Then something gave way.

A thick mass of black smoke forced its way out of her mouth, not drifting but pushing outward, heavy and unnatural, spreading across the ceiling like it had weight, like it was trying to gather itself back together.

Her scream cut off mid-breath.

The silence that followed felt wrong.

The smoke tightened, compressing for a fraction of a second before launching forward, slamming through the windows in a violent burst.

Glass shattered outward, fragments scattering across the floor as the black mass disappeared into the night.

The pressure dropped instantly.

The girl's body went limp.

Santiago stood there, breathing hard, her eyes fixed on the broken window, her hand still pressed against her ear as the reality settled in.

The priest didn't move, his gaze locked on the shattered glass, his face pale.

"You killed an innocent child," he said, the accusation clear as he looked at Ethan.

"Do you think she had any chance of survival?" Wednesday replied, her tone flat. "You said it yourself—there was no way to save her."

"That doesn't mean you can kill her like that."

Ethan ignored him.

He pulled his hand back slowly, blood trailing from his fingers as he looked at Lotte. Her body was still now, the tension gone, whatever had been inside her no longer there.

He snapped his fingers.

The air shifted around her, and the wound across her chest began to close, flesh pulling itself back together until nothing remained but torn fabric and blood staining her clothes.

The priest stared, his breathing uneven now, his grip tightening around the cross as his eyes moved from the healed wound to Ethan's glowing eyes.

"What… are you," he said, his voice strained, disbelief and fear mixing together. "Are you a devil?"

"This is why I dislike the church," Wednesday said, her tone flat. "A collection of outdated beliefs with no willingness to adapt."

The priest didn't respond.

Ethan turned toward him and Santiago, his expression settling into something neutral, though his eyes still held a faint, unnatural glow.

"You didn't see anything," he said, his voice calm but firm, leaving no space for doubt. "We brought her here, you performed an exorcism, and that's where it ends."

He paused for a fraction of a second, letting the words sink in.

"You didn't remember anything else. You didn't see me do anything."

He stepped closer, the sound of his shoes faint against the floor, the air between them tightening.

Their eyes met his.

For a brief second, both of them went completely still, their expressions flattening, as if something inside had been quietly overwritten, pushed aside and replaced without resistance.

Then they nodded.

Ethan stepped back, the faint glow in his eyes fading as if nothing had happened. He had used his charm to alter their memories, erasing what they had witnessed. It wasn't something he intended to leave in their minds.

The girl stirred, a faint twitch running through her fingers before her body followed, slow and unsteady. Her eyes opened, unfocused at first, struggling to catch onto anything real, her breathing shallow and uneven as awareness crept back in.

For a moment, she didn't understand.

Then her gaze dropped.

Blood.

Dark, wet, soaked into her clothes.

Her breath hitched.

Her eyes lifted, locking onto Ethan, onto the fresh blood still trailing from his hand, and something inside her snapped as the memory, the feeling, the fear all rushed in at once.

"Ahhhhh!"

The scream tore out of her, raw and uncontrolled, her body shaking for a second before her eyes rolled back and she lost consciousness.

"It seems you terrified her," Wednesday said, her tone flat, as if stating an obvious observation.

"Some memories of the torture seem to be left in her," Ethan replied, looking down at the girl for a moment.

"So did you get anything?"

"I did get something," Ethan said. "Fragments of memory from the demon—from the pieces of the soul I pulled out and consumed."

He paused slightly, his expression tightening.

"And this is a bigger problem than we thought. This can be traced back to something older… something far worse. A demon far nastier and more horrifying than this one."

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