American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 206 Dedication
The terrifying explosion that everyone was dreading did not occur as expected.

Baling: It's been cancelled.

The evacuated crowd at the bowling alley realized they had been deceived. Some hot-tempered men angrily confronted the fat priest and his companions, but the shrewd ones had already slipped away with Constantine.

Soon after, the group returned to the secret room.

Inside, all was calm and peaceful.

The imagined fierce fight that would severely damage the house did not happen.

Angela sat blankly in the chair, her expression a mixture of tears and laughter, as if she had just experienced a touching farewell and reunion.

After Constantine and his group arrived, Baling explained the situation again.

Of course, he wouldn't reveal anything about Gabriel or that he was an undercover agent.

The story I want to tell you is that Mephisto's arrival failed because of Isabel's suicide.

But there is a hidden story behind it all. An ambitious demon is trying to invade the human world and establish his own kingdom. He is Mammon, the son of the King of Hell.

After saying that, Baling put on his coat and prepared to go out.

"Where are you going?" Constantine asked suspiciously. At this critical moment, everyone needed to use their wisdom to find a solution, but Baling was thinking of acting alone. Had he already made a discovery?

"I'm going to the club to gather information. I'll break through their defenses from within." Baling waved his hand without turning his head and stepped out the door.

"Holy crap, I want to go too!" Constantine couldn't resist after searching for the keyword "club"; he had to act immediately.

Before leaving, Constantine hurriedly instructed Biman: "Biman, if you find any important information about Mammon, notify me immediately. I need to go and gather information as well."

……

Over the next two days, Biman, immersed in books, finally found relevant records about Mammon.

It turns out that Mammon wanted to break through the boundaries and come to the human world.

First, he needs to possess the body of a powerful psychic, and then he needs the power of God to help him complete his final birth.

The bodies of psychics are relatively easy to find; although rare, they are not impossible to find.

But the power of God—that's a rare thing.

The treasures in the human world that contain the power of God are basically those that were passed down from the time of Jesus Christ, the Son of God, when he was still a human being.

Among them, the most famous is naturally the Spear of Fate, also known as the Spear of Longinus.

It was the weapon used to harm Jesus, stained with the blood of the Holy Son Jesus, and later became a religious relic.

After finding the important information, Biman hurriedly notified Constantine and also asked the fat priest to pay attention to the news about the Spear of Fate.

Soon, a general route from Mexico to Los Angeles caught the priest's attention.

Because bizarre deaths are occurring along this route.

The intelligence priest discovered the anomaly and, after discussing it with Biman, speculated that it might be the Spear of Destiny.

While his teammates were busy saving the world, Baling and Constantine had already moved into the club.

When he received the news, Constantine had just gotten out of bed; despite being seriously ill, he was still trying to muster his energy.

"...I see, I understand now. I'm almost there too, having gathered the secret information."

As soon as Constantine hung up the phone, a pair of hands wrapped around his neck from behind. The blonde succubus Ellie teased:

"What secret information? Is it about my body?"

Constantine, contrary to his usual behavior, pushed Ellie's hand away and started putting on the clothes he had thrown on the ground.

"What did you do? You're not recognizing me now that you've put your pants on?" Ellie asked, half annoyed.

"I'm sorry, I have to save the world." Constantine suddenly realized the extent of his indulgence; he could no longer continue down this path. The world was in grave danger; there was no time for such trivial matters.

“Constantine, come back here. Don’t get involved anymore, or you’ll die.”

"I was already close to dying."

“Come back quickly! Your opponent is invincible. You will regret this!” Ellie shouted.

Constantine pretended to be deaf and didn't hear, and simply opened the door and left. These days, he hadn't learned anything about love or anything like that; instead, he had been reviewing techniques.

This is depravity; I can't continue down this path of depravity.

Constantine, filled with self-reproach, went to another luxurious private room and knocked three times on the door.

"Who?"

"It's me, Constantine. I have a message; it's urgent."

About half an hour later, the person inside finally opened the door hesitantly, and a handsome face peeked out—it was Baling.

How much time is left?

"Less than half a day has passed."

Afterwards, Baling, who had broken free from the comforts of the world, also learned that the Spear of Destiny was about to arrive, and that Mammon would soon achieve his goal.

Now, the most important thing to do is to intercept it in advance and snatch the spear of destiny.

To pinpoint the exact location, one must rely on a chair treasured by the club owner.

Once you sit in that chair and learn certain information, you can contact the person in question to find out what happened in the past.

However, this carries certain risks, and could even lead to death.

But to save the world, sacrificing even a little bit is worthwhile.

Therefore, Baling used his fists, as big as casserole dishes, to try to influence Midnight, the stubborn club owner who was trying to maintain a neutral stance.

At first, Midnight was unwilling, still saying he wanted to remain neutral. But when Baling's bone blade was placed against his neck, Midnight suddenly awakened to the great love of saving the world and was willing to contribute his strength.

This left Constantine completely bewildered. He thought, "What happened to the great love between people? How come they act just like me? They can't be reasoned with, so they just use physics to solve problems."

Baling scoffed, "How can that be the same? If it were you, you'd only be beaten to your knees, crying your heart out, resorting to emotional appeals. But I can make the other side understand what love is."

Constantine: "Impossible, absolutely impossible. Aaaaaah—!"

At midnight, the boss unleashed a move called "Iron Finger Pokes Lung," lifting Constantine up and distorting his face with the force of the poke.

"I give up, I give up," Constantine quickly relented, thus avoiding further torment.

Then, in the collection room, an old, ordinary torture chair was brought out.

The group looked at each other for a moment, then the other two's gazes finally settled on Constantine's face. Constantine's expression fell, and he said uncertainly:
"No way? You want me to do it?"

"You're quite self-aware. Get on the chair."

"Is it really me?"

"You're the weakest here, with the lowest combat power and the shortest lifespan. If you don't step up, who will? We're all very useful, the main damage dealers. You're just a peripheral support; it's time for you to sacrifice yourself. Don't waste time. If you don't go to hell, who will? What are you hesitating for? Where's your spirit of sacrifice?!"

Baling urged him on, and Constantine had no choice but to bite the bullet and get into the chair.

Chair, start!
Numerous lights and shadows flashed by.

Constantine saw a man wearing a red tracksuit jacket.

(End of this chapter)