American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 202 Familiarity
“My lord, do we still need to deal with Constantine’s companions? There’s a fat man who has already figured out the truth about Isabel’s death.”

Balthazar made a throat-slitting gesture, but Gabriel coldly refused:

"No need. That was just a failed attempt, which is good for letting them find out sooner. The rest will be handled by the mole, Baling. He'll get it done."

"Baling has a strong sense of justice. Will he really join us sincerely and serve the adults?" Balsaza was still worried. He had inquired about Balling's deeds and knew that this person often did not play by the rules.

"Are you questioning my ability to see all things?"

"I wouldn't dare." Sensing Gabriel's coldness, Balsazar quickly lowered his head to show weakness.

"Just do your own thing."

"Yes, I understand. I'll be leaving now." After being told to leave, Balsazar wisely took the initiative and left.

After he took his leave, Gabriel sat quietly alone on the sofa in the basement, deep in thought.

"Baling... If it's just a matter of personal preference, then I undoubtedly admire your decisive and uncompromising attitude towards evil people."

"It's a pity that your strong sense of justice means you will never agree with my grand plan and will instead hinder me. Perhaps that's why you came here."

"Your upward momentum is very strong. If you can overcome the trials, your future is limitless. However, since you are in my way, then prepare to go to heaven early."

"Even if other angels mock me, their senior, and try to undermine me once I'm up there, I will have no regrets."

"Humanity must undergo a test!"

A thousand thoughts surged within him, but Gabriel remained silent, only his inner voice echoing in his mind.

……

A bowling alley, a room with a hidden passage.

Because he received a call from Constantine saying that things had made significant progress, Baling took a taxi over after learning the detailed address.

It was filled with stars, and there were several unfamiliar faces among them.

The intelligence priest, Hennessy; the bespectacled man in charge of logistics and equipment, Beeman; America's classic agent, Angela; and a quietly curious apprentice, Chase.

“You’ve advanced so much of the plot in just one night while I was away. Very good, that’s efficient.” Baling skipped the tedious introductory dialogue.

"You were at the club all night?" Constantine's face darkened, as if he had realized something.

"That's right. The enthusiasm of the book fans is truly irresistible and leaves a lasting impression!" Baling's lips unconsciously curled into a smile.

Constantine's hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly. At that moment, the itching sensation in Constantine's lungs seemed to have transferred to his heart, and his heart ached inexplicably.

“Just kidding, I didn’t do anything,” Baling said, patting Constantine on the shoulder to comfort him.

"Really?"

"It's fake! How could that be? I just made a mistake that any man would make."

Startled by the sudden fright, Constantine nearly lost his breath. After coughing violently a few times, he slumped back in his chair, looking dejected. His worst fears had come true.

"I was just kidding. How could I be the kind of person you imagine? Don't worry, I didn't touch her. I can tell you two used to have an affair. So, with my amazing willpower, I rejected Ellie."

"Really, really, there won't be another twist this time, will there?" Constantine's eyes suddenly lit up again; he still couldn't forget it.

"No, I'm telling the truth."

Baling's words gave Constantine a warm sense of comfort.

Sure enough, even though Balin appeared to be a ferocious demon, he was still an angel at heart. Constantine couldn't help but apologize for his earlier contempt. He shouldn't have doubted the character of a prospective angel destined for heaven.

“I plan to go again tonight. This time, I feel I can overcome the unnecessary moral burden.”

"Hold!"

Baling grinned: "I will."

“…I mean, I’m going too.” Constantine decided to swallow his pride and single-handedly defend Baling tonight, preventing him from doing whatever he wanted again.

"Cough cough!"

A deliberate cough interrupted their conversation. It was the portly priest, Hennessy, who said somewhat awkwardly:

"I have no intention of interfering in your relationship, but shouldn't we focus our energy on the important matters at hand first?"

The words of the fat man Hennessy brought Baling and his companion back to their business.

As the first intelligence priest to discover the clues, Hennessy, while listening to information in the ether, found a news item that seemed very strange.

The news story was about a fall from a high-rise building in a mental hospital, caused by the suicide of a mental patient late at night. The patient's name was Isabel Dawson, Angela Dawson's twin sister.

Angela is America's agent and knows that her sister Isabelle is a devout Catholic and would never commit suicide, so Angela suspects there must be a conspiracy.

As a result, Angela repeatedly watched the video of her sister jumping off the building. Inadvertently, she heard her sister call out the name "Constantine" before she died.

Last night, she specifically sought out Constantine for help, and the two then experienced a demonic attack and a psychic ritual.

at the same time.

Last night, Father Hennessy went to the morgue to investigate further and found an important clue on Isabel's wrist—a unique mark.

His intuition told him that something very important was probably involved, so he informed Constantine.

Afterwards, Constantine asked another companion, a bespectacled man named Biman, to prepare the documents, and the group would meet at his place later.

It's fair to say that everyone had a very enriching experience that night.

"Whose logo is this? It looks familiar."

Baling looked at Biman, the bespectacled man who was still flipping through thick books, and asked him a question.

Trying to find the devil's whereabouts based on just one symbol is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Biman, who had been busy all night, had been searching, but even with the help of others, she still hadn't found any definitive information.

When Baling asked, Biman simply shook his head: "It's not clear yet, but it should be a powerful demon."

Baling picked up the symbol drawn on the white paper and studied it carefully.

It was the outline of a flame, with a red flame in the center and a black circle around it.

For some reason, this sign gave Baling a vague sense of familiarity, as if I had seen it somewhere before.

"Could that ball of fire in the middle be hellfire?"

"Hellfire?" Biman looked surprised. There were countless demons in Hell who could wield fire. How did Baling make that judgment?

“Mephisto, the Lord of Hell, stole the flame from a fallen angel. I met him once, and the feeling this symbol evokes is somewhat similar to the impression he gave me,” Baling explained.

(End of this chapter)