A comic book about Apostle Awakening

The wooden door creaked, and the light split the darkness of the museum from the cracks in the door. Aldridge slowly pushed the door open, and thick dust accumulated on the floor and exhibition cabinets. The windows were all nailed shut with wooden boards, leaving no trace of light in the museum. There was only light and the sound of Aldridge turning on the flashlight in the air.

"Is it too quiet here?" Sarah asked worriedly, "No, I mean, it's too weird."

Aldridge looked at the floor, then looked at the window, and then said, "Yes, something is wrong here. Did you pay attention? There was no sound of a car leaving outside. Where were those police officers?" The two then turned around to check. , as a result, there was nothing outside the half-open door. The police, the police chief, the cordon, the car marks, and even the rain were gone.

"How could it be possible?" Sara covered her mouth and said in surprise, "They were clearly still there before we entered."

Aldridge loosened his tie, "According to my inference, they did not exist from the beginning. It is likely that we entered a magical realm when it started to rain."

"Magic field, you mean the kind in my dream..."

"Well," Al frowned, "The master here is very powerful. Even I just noticed it. Look at the floor of the museum." He shined his flashlight on the floor and pointed to a piece in front of the door. "When we walked in, we left There were footprints, but it had been raining outside, but the footprints were dry. There were only two of us's footprints on the floor, but not the police's. Besides, even if it was to ensure the integrity of the crime scene, the windows would not be sealed, if I remember correctly. This museum was still open before the incident."

"I knew that my grandma was right. They are all real. There is magic in this world." Unusually, Sarah did not scream in fear but looked relieved when seeing such a scene.

"My grandma passed away due to illness when I was young. I missed her very much and the bedside stories she used to tell. When I was in elementary school, the war was not over yet. My family moved from the Massachusetts port to Ohio because they were afraid of the war. Later, after the war ended, I also returned to my original hometown. Not long after I entered school, my grandma often appeared in my dreams and told me about magic and witches. I didn’t believe it at first, thinking it was a psychological problem caused by stress, but Those dreams were so real, so real that I couldn’t tell the difference between reality and dreams. Grandma said she was a witch, and I would be one, even though I never had magic power or anything like that.”

"What did the witch tell you in her dream?" Al asked, staring at the other side of the museum. It was dark and deep, like a beast's throat stuck in the house.

"Salem, witches, burnings, murders, that's all for now." Sara waved her hand helplessly.

While Sara was talking, Aldridge suddenly heard a gloomy whisper from deep inside the museum. "Blonde hair, suit, beautiful leather bag, ring, necklace, in the shape of a viper, it's you, the Prince of the Night, the original vampire, Aldridge."

"Mr. Nut" Sara asked with a little concern when she saw Aldridge was distracted, "What happened?"

"Follow me and you'll see everything."

Walking inside the museum, the glass counters display one after another of the torture instruments used in the trials. The hall is divided into several sections to form a long corridor. Starting from scratch, modern technology is used to imitate past scenes and restore several far-reaching trial actions. In the present day, Act 9, it all begins here. 11-year-old Elizabeth Paris and -year-old Abigail Williams suddenly behave abnormally late one night. After a series of diagnostics, doctors still cannot detect it. The quack therefore believed that the two girls were under the influence of Satan.

In the second act, the priest Samuel Paris held a hunger strike in the hope of forcing the witches out of the children's bodies. After painful torture, the girls were forced to identify three witches as the source of their pain, but in fact they were all Just regular people.

Then, more and more women were identified as witches. The most twisted witch trials in modern history and the last in human history began. They were hanged, burned, and crushed to death. Puritans and Catholics who had fled to the American continent because of different beliefs , this time, they rejected others because of their different beliefs and started massacres on the pretext of being witches.

All people in Massachusetts and even the world knew about this atrocity, but Aldridge knew in his heart that this was not the case at all. What caused the destruction of Salem was the battle between the Ghost Rider and some kind of otherworldly being. History can never tell the truth that people cannot accept.

cross

Directly in front of the two people, there is a thick black wooden cross as tall as one person, but unlike other crosses, this one is placed upside down. In other words, it is an inverse cross belonging to the devil.

"I can feel it," Sara's eyes turned yellow in the darkness, "the magic, the magic, it's incredible"

Aldridge also saw the magic power. All the power spurting out from the black inverse cross rushed into Sarah's body. What he did not say was that the level of this magic power was already extremely dangerous.

"Aldridge," the call gradually came closer. Black smoke seeped out of the surface of the cross. A withered foot stepped on the floor with strong black tar, followed by a fat body, a thick neck, and a small head. Like his chin, which was full of grease, the visitor stretched and opened his eyes, which were the same yellow as Sarah's.

"I should have thought it was you, Shadow King, Amor Farouk." Aldridge looked at the deformed demon in front of him with hatred.

"But I'm not surprised at all that it's you, Prince Viper, Aldridge. You must be attracted by the wonderful atmosphere here, right, hahahahaha."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Al attached the crimson magic in his body to his hand. He knew very well that without magic, he would not be able to deal with this purely spiritual entity demon.

"Oh, calm down, man, I'm not here to fight with you. Aren't you curious about who she is?" Shadow King pointed at Sara and said.

"Damn, this is all your trick. Tell me, what else do you control?"

"Hahaha, look, we demons have the advantage. Maybe you crimson vampires have unlimited magic power for you to repair your body, but demons are much better at magic," the Shadow King waved his hand to disperse the black smoke on the cross.

"Look here," the Shadow King scratched the cross with his sharp fingers, easily tearing open a few cracks. "This was once a seal. It was a thing used by witches to seal the gate of Salem's hell. It was attached with a powerful Magic has been fine for hundreds of years despite all the wind and rain, but until the so-called trial happened, the battle between the Ghost Rider and the Three Furies of Olympus destroyed everything, including the magic on it, and countless people died. , and I guess you must know the culprit."

"Magdalena, the wife of Noble Kyle, the true witch of Salem, who summoned the Furies," Aldridge answered.

"Yes, it was her, but most people don't know that there is another Puritan here, that is, Norbert's father, but that is not important. What is important is that all the dead believed that it was Maggo who killed them. Delaina, and guess what happens next.”

"Phew," Aldridge easily guessed the cold truth, "the souls of the dead were dragged from the cross into hell, so murder..."

"Yes," the Shadow King nodded. "They have all become wronged souls, wandering in Salem, seeking revenge." He pointed his finger in the air. With the vibration, several figures appeared one after another behind Aldridge. Ten mutilated ghosts.

"I am the Shadow King, and I feed on hatred. The hatred of these bad guys has been accumulated for hundreds of years, and they are all delicacies that cannot be obtained. And she has the blood of the culprit. She is Magdalena's last blood relative, and the rest of you Should know what I’m going to do.”

Aldridge narrowed his eyes and looked at the Shadow King dangerously, "Do you really think I will agree?"

"Oh, you will. You are a poisonous snake. You like to do this kind of thing the most. You like the pleasure brought by pain, don't you? We are old friends. You know my credibility very well. Oh, by the way, that Man..." Shadow King's expression immediately hesitated, but he still asked tentatively, "That man, the man behind you, is he watching?"

"Humph," Al suddenly smiled gloomily, "He has been watching everything. Believe me, as long as you do anything out of line, hell will not stop him."

"Oh, I understand," the Shadow King grabbed Sara and backed away slowly, "I know the rules, he doesn't have to worry, ah, there's one more thing," the Shadow King stuffed Sara's claw into the cross, and then The souls also rushed in, "Hell Lord Mephisto said hello to him."

Aldridge watched expressionlessly as Sara fell into hell and was eaten away bit by bit by the undead, "I will bring my words to you."