Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

What did she just see?!
A ghost!
This is impossible!

She shouldn't have been able to see these things for a long time, so how come she can suddenly see them again now?

Angela's eyes were filled with complex emotions as she recalled her childhood experiences and her sister's admission to a mental hospital due to differing opinions.

She rubbed her eyes frantically until they were completely red before she stopped.

Seeing the scene return to normal, she breathed a sigh of relief, washed her face wearily, walked to the living room sofa, and opened a beer to drink.

Gumbling--

One can after another.

At this moment, only the numbing sensation brought by alcohol could make her feel happy and relaxed.

She slumped onto the sofa, staring at the ceiling.

clack clack...

She heard a faint rustling sound as a mouse scurried along the wall, but she didn't look. Mice, of course, were normal. She only cleaned the house once a week on Sundays, so mice were a common occurrence.

Moreover, given the current situation, it's good that Carrie has some other life around; at least she won't be so lonely.

"hehe."

She smiled sadly, then couldn't help but fall back into her memories.

Her life seemed to be unlucky from the very beginning. From a young age, she could see things that others couldn't. None of those evil spirits were good; they were hideous and terrifying. As a child, she was frightened to tears by them more than once, and she almost had mental problems.

Fortunately, as she became unwilling to acknowledge seeing these things, the ability to see gradually disappeared, and she was able to barely live a normal life. In order to completely get away from that strangeness, she even became a police officer.

Life went on peacefully until a few months ago.

Compared to her stable life of more than a decade, her sister Isabelle, who also possesses special abilities, had a different life.

Isabel refused to lie, and even wanted to use her ability to help others, which resulted in her being treated as an outcast and sent to a mental hospital.

"younger sister……"

In a daze, Angela downed another can of beer and then fell into a deep sleep.

The clicking sound of the mouse in my ears... seemed to have never disappeared, and was it a little louder than before?

In the middle of the night, Angela was groggily awakened by a noise.

She casually tossed a beer can at it, yelling, "Damn rat!"

Then I prepared to go back to sleep.

but……

squeak-

The sound suddenly grew louder and was rapidly approaching her!

Angela's dazed mind finally cleared up a bit, and she tried her best to open her eyes, but what she saw almost scared her to death. A black "human" figure, whose body looked like it had been gnawed by something and was a bloody mess, was rushing towards her!
Angela quickly rolled to the ground, dodging the attack.

He picked up the ashtray next to him and smashed it hard.

boom!
"what!!!"

It was extremely sharp, like the sudden screams of rats mixed with humans.

Under Angela's horrified gaze, the other party seemed to be hurt by her, but also enraged. Gray fur like that of rats began to grow all over its body, its body hunched over, two huge front teeth grew out of its mouth, and a pair of bloodshot eyes stared intently at her.

Night, rat-men, attack.

Angela's heart almost stopped at that moment.

"squeak--"

The rat-man pounced again, this time more than twice as fast, and arrived in front of Angela in the blink of an eye.

Despair filled Angela's eyes, and deep within them, the "gap" that had been emanating only wisps of strange power suddenly began to crack violently.

click!
A white light flashed before my eyes, and the next second, a bullet engraved with runes shot in through the window.

boom!
It hit the rat-man directly.

"what!!"

Accompanied by screams and a blinding white light, only a clump of ashes remained, slowly disappearing from the spot.

But before Angela could even breathe a sigh of relief...

boom!
The door was kicked open and a large group of heavily armed soldiers rushed in. The two leading men were not in military uniforms, but in blue and white uniforms, and they looked somewhat like... people from the church?
The two looked around and finally looked at Angela.

“Miss Angela Dawson, your sister Isabel has been confirmed to have committed suicide this afternoon. Due to some special circumstances, you must cooperate with our operations from now on.”

???

My sister... is dead?
Angela was taken aback, then shook her head in disbelief. "Impossible! Who are you? What is your purpose? I work for the police. I've already called the police. You'd better leave now."

As she spoke, she tried to steady herself, her eyes involuntarily glancing at the fruit knife on the table, but she held back; there was no chance of winning.

The two men looked at each other, then walked over and took out their identification documents.

"Buddha Bole?! How is that possible!"

In the end, Angela chose to believe them. After all, these intelligence agencies have always been like this, they love to wear the clothes of other departments and do things under the name of other departments.

But... if they are true, then Isabel...

They were sitting in the car when Angela bit her lip and asked.

"Could you tell me more about the current situation?"

One of them seemed to be unable to resist any longer, so he took out a cigarette from his pocket and started puffing away.

The people around her ignored her and began to explain to Angela.

It turns out that at noon today, her sister in the mental hospital suddenly went crazy, saying things like a demon was coming and wanted to devour her body, money, death, darkness, and so on. This caused the hospital staff to restrain her and increase her medication dosage.

For some reason, she woke up near dusk in the afternoon, secretly broke free from her restraints, went to the hospital roof, and jumped off, landing in the swimming pool and dying instantly.

The hospital reported the incident to the police, but because it involved a mysterious event, the case was assigned to them.

Then they found out that Angela and Isabel were sisters, so they came.

After hearing these words.

Angela's eyes were glazed over. She wanted to deny what the other person had said, but the other person's credentials and logically sound words made it impossible for her to deny them.

"Can I see my sister?"

"Of course, your sister's body is with us now, and it will be here soon."

Angela nodded silently.

Constantine in the passenger seat had already started his fourth cigarette, while Chase in the driver's seat rolled his eyes and began to drive quietly.

Constantine threw his fourth cigarette, now burnt out the window, glanced at the distraught Angela in the back seat, and a barely perceptible hint of pity flashed in his eyes.

They arrived quickly.

A pristine white church.

Angela, stepping out of the car, was taken aback. "The Church of Apocalypse? What are you doing here?"

“Politics, you know,” Chase explained.

Angela nodded immediately, looking enlightened. At that moment, Constantine led the way inside.

The two followed closely behind, while the other heavily armed soldiers dispersed and guarded the outside.

Go inside.

Many Apocalypse priests and exorcists dressed in blue and white uniforms were guarding this place, and in the center, there was a corpse covered with a white cloth.

Angela walked over weakly, pulled back the white sheet, and saw her sister's pale, colorless face!

"Woooooooo..."

Angela couldn't hold back her tears and cried out.

The priests around sighed softly, while the exorcists remained expressionless.

After a while.

Angela stood up and looked at Constantine. "Tell me what you need me to do."

She's not stupid; she's already figured out who's in charge now.

Constantine stubbed out his cigarette, exhaled a large smoke ring, and walked up to Angela. "Isabel possesses mediumship abilities, and very strong ones at that—strong enough to predict the future. As her twin sister, you should have them too, right?"

Angela was silent for a moment. Constantine's question was within her expectations. After all, he had already found out about her relationship with her sister, and probably hadn't let go of their childhood stories either.

and so……

She nodded slightly. "Yes, but I haven't had that ability for a long time."

“No, you have it now,” Constantine said, pressing his finger to Angela’s lips.

?

Angela's eyes widened as she recalled what had just happened.

Everything is connected.

First, there was the sudden dizziness and brief moment of spiritual vision at dusk in the afternoon, and then the experience of seeing the rat-man at night...

Did the connection between the sisters stimulate his abilities because of his sister's death, and did his abilities return again that night due to the excessive stimulation caused by seeing the rat-man?
Constantine's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at Angela's complicated expression.

He wouldn't tell them that they had already found Angela a few days earlier and, through their sisterly relationship, located Isabel in the mental hospital.

Angela was able to return to the police station a few days ago because they found her.

There are actually some inside stories about Isabelle's death.

In the past two days, they talked to Isabel about mediums and demons, but unfortunately, years of confinement and treatment in a mental hospital have driven her completely insane.

The information obtained was very limited.

Their original plan was to protect Isabel and Angela and prevent them from falling into the hands of the demons of hell.

But no one expected that this afternoon, Isabel's powerful spiritual energy erupted, and she committed suicide. Even before her death, she was still saying things like she was possessed by a demon, as if she had really seen some terrifying future scenes.

This completely stunned them.

They could only urgently focus on Angela's situation, worried that she might be taken away by the demons of hell.

But as soon as they started paying attention, they discovered that Angela seemed to be regaining her medium abilities, which led to the appearance of the evil rat spirit that attacked them that night...

It now appears that Angela has fully regained her powerful medium abilities, which she had since childhood.

One goal has been achieved.

At this moment, Angela nodded. "I have indeed regained that power, so what do you want me to do?"

Constantine stated frankly, "Based on your sister's words, we suspect that a powerful demon from hell has its eyes on your bodies and wants to use your bodies and souls as a medium to descend into the mortal world."

“A medium is always a very suitable vessel.”

Angela's cheek twitched. "So?"

"Therefore, we will focus on protecting you from now on. At the same time, you will also need to use your abilities to help us predict what this damned demon will do next."

Angela agreed without hesitation, "Okay, no problem, but could you bury my sister first?"

Constantine shook his head: "I'm sorry, dead corpses can be of some use to demons, so we'll have to wait a little longer."

"..."

Angela nodded weakly.

At this point, Constantine returned to Chas's side.

Chase: "John, what's next? What about the New Gods...?"

Upon hearing this, Constantine's lips twitched. Ever since Louis took him in and dumped him here, he had only said one thing: find the medium sisters, and then he had been waiting ever since.

What happens after we find it?
Louis didn't tell him what to do!

"wait."

Just as Constantine was about to call Orlando headquarters, the power Louis had left in him before returning to the moon for seclusion trembled slightly. A mysterious will made Constantine understand what to do next.

He glanced at Angela, who was still crying, and murmured softly, "Fishing...delaying...can this really work?"

After all, that's the Demon King of Hell!

Constantine has been in this line of work for over a decade, and has dealt with both Heaven and Hell quite well, having a deep understanding of what kind of being the Demon King is.

Isn't doing this playing with fire?
But after just a little thought, Constantine understood something.

Even if Angela is killed, losing such a top-tier medium will not stop the Demon King from descending. Where can we find the message Louis's will told him that the Demon King has already obtained the holy artifact with holy blood?

There will always be other ways to achieve this, it's just that they will come at a higher price.

Leaving Angela behind would allow them to maintain control and prevent Mammon from having to operate in the shadows again.

But how exactly do we buy time?
Constantine smoked, his head aching.

Chase, standing next to him, frowned: "John, your lung cancer isn't cured yet. Are you sure you want to keep smoking like this?"

Constantine paused, reluctantly stubbed out his cigarette, and sighed with despair.

After a while.

He took a deep breath and rallied his spirits.

Pick up your phone and start calling for backup.

He already had the idea of ​​stalling, but it was a tightrope walk. Oh well, if all else fails, he'll resort to his last resort: hide Angela's soul and fake her death to buy himself a final delay.

Constantine's eyes flashed with determination as he dialed the number in Orlando.

Next, he will need a large number of people to support him.

……

In hell.

Inside the temple belonging to Mammon.

The grand, majestic hall, filled with purple hues, is adorned with dazzling gold and silver jewels, rare antiques, and all the precious artifacts from human history!
And it was in such a land of treasure.

Mammon sat enthroned on his golden throne, watching the numerous demons gathering below, seemingly drawn by the "secret." (End of Chapter)