American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 196 Angel
As the saying goes, delay can lead to unforeseen changes.

After reorganizing the intelligence about Los Angeles, Baling set off for his destination.

Los Angeles, also known as the "City of Angels," is America's second-largest city.

That night.

The rain keeps falling.

Baling had just arrived in the city from the airport by taxi. On this cold, rainy night, he had neither a knife nor an umbrella.

After getting off the bus on the street, ignoring the driver's strange looks, Baling walked straight into the rainy night.

Walking in the torrential rain, Baling's clothes remained completely dry.

After devouring the water demon last time, Baling's manipulation of water elements has improved significantly. Even without using dark power, his abilities alone can make water actively avoid him.

Arrived.

After strolling for more than ten minutes, Baling arrived at the front of a very famous local cathedral.

A bright yellow taxi was parked outside.

This taxi was unremarkable, no different from any other taxi on the street.

However, its driver was a rare... angel.

Not a half-angel of mixed race, but a genuine, officially recognized angel in Heaven.

These days, even angels are driving taxis.

Is this really how competitive it is?!
Benedict! Benedict!
He gently knocked on the car window and walked forward curiously, wanting to know which high-ranking leader had come to the mortal world incognito.

"Bro, what do you want to do?"

The car window rolled down, revealing a young man with an immature and ignorant look in his eyes, but his face was deliberately mature, trying to make himself look like an adult.

Baling chuckled. They were already right in front of him, yet he was still pretending to be an ordinary person. Baling smiled and said, "I'm a newbie, just passing by and want to say hello to the big shot."

"Say hello? We don't know each other, do we?" Chase Kramer looked at the unfamiliar face of Baling, quite puzzled.

At this moment, Balingdo glanced at Chas a few times, and after confirming that he hadn't seen wrong, he made another surprising move.

He suddenly leaned close to the car window, looked around to make sure no one was paying attention, then waved for Chase to come closer.

Then, Baling whispered:
Long live God!

The simple whisper was enough to make the young Chase unable to hide any longer, and his golden eyes were revealed.

Chas looked at Baling helplessly:

"No, buddy. I'm on a mission, stop messing around."

"save the world?"

"That's not my place. I'm just doing some small tasks to get the job done. Don't involve me in your big projects; my little wings can't take it."

"Then it seems I'm more than just a little bit better than you."

"...You can say that to my face, but don't say it once you're inside."

"Is there any advice you would like to give to this newbie, senior?"

"Remember to be careful. I can't say anything more. Besides, you have your own plans, and I shouldn't interfere. Now, the same goes for you."

After speaking, Chas reverted to his bewildered and ignorant state, seemingly unwilling to engage in further conversation with Baling.

"Hey bro, what do you want?"

Chas, now back to his ordinary self, resumed the conversation. Undoubtedly repeating himself, Baling replied, "Man, what can I say!"

Then, they went straight into the cathedral.

We should go and meet the strongest angel leader in Los Angeles!
Cathedral interior.

A red carpet was laid on the marble floor, and bookshelves were placed on both sides, filled with books, mostly religious classics.

Yes, it's not only filled with faith, but also with the flavor of knowledge.

Even after entering, late at night, believers or...guests still come seeking help.

A beautiful, mature woman, her face full of sorrow, was confiding in a priest, but soon the two seemed to be arguing.

On the other side was a man with one foot in the coffin, his life force severely diminished, and he even faintly exuded an aura of death.

The man was handsome and melancholic. Although he came to the church for help, he had no faith whatsoever.

He also looked bitter, and they started arguing after only a few words.

The person arguing with him... or rather, the person calmly listening to the man vent his emotions, was Balin's main target for this trip—the Archangel Gabriel.

As he spoke, Constantine lost control of his emotions, picked up a thick Bible, and slammed it to the ground.

boom!
The moment it landed, it made a dull, heavy thud.

“You don’t understand people like us at all.” Constantine gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentful hatred. “You’re the one who should go to hell, you bastard.”

Just because someone attempted suicide once, they're going to hell after death. Is that fair?

He had been atoning for his suicide for many years, risking his life to do many exorcisms, but every time he was questioned, Gabriel always said that his soul had not been redeemed and that he would still have to go to hell after death.

Constantine was not satisfied; he had done good for Heaven, and he wanted to see God!

However, his emotional outbursts went a bit too far.

Even Baling, who was watching the show from the sidelines, couldn't help but feel excited. Damn it, how dare this guy be so bold as to directly provoke Gabriel.

If it were Baling, he would have slapped her long ago after being insulted like that.

Forgiving him is God's business, but if Baling is offended now, Baling will definitely make him lose face!
But an angel is still an angel, even so.

Gabriel remained calm, believing that God had a plan for everyone, even those who had attempted suicide.

Constantine failed to redeem his soul because, on the one hand, everything he did was driven by selfishness and utilitarianism; he lacked faith and selflessness.

All they had was a longing to go to heaven.

"Why me, Gabriel? It's a personal grudge, isn't it? Just because I didn't attend enough services, didn't pray enough, and didn't donate five dollars less incense money. That's why I died young!"

Constantine felt once again his longing for life.

He started smoking thirty cigarettes a day when he was fifteen. Now that he's alive, there's no red in his lungs, only black ones, from the nicotine and tar he inhaled.

Not long ago, Constantine was diagnosed with severe lung cancer, the kind that was incurable.

"That's not the case. You know the reason yourself. Your early death is a consequence of your indulgence. As for why you can't go to heaven, I've said it many times before: dedication and faith—you have neither."

Gabriel crouched down, looked directly into Constantine's eyes, and bluntly exposed his true feelings.

"I'm tired of hearing the same old words." Constantine still didn't understand why, despite his efforts, he couldn't live and had to go to hell after death. This was truly the worst kind of misfortune.

In the past, because he longed to go to heaven, Constantine was at the forefront of exorcism, personally sending away many mixed-race demons or angels who had crossed the line.

Such a hell, in terms of the number of familiar faces in hell, even Baling cannot compare to Constantine.

(End of this chapter)