Becoming a God Starts with Acting-Chapter 297: Love Hell - Dorian’s Part (2)

"I want this entire church torn down! You imbeciles, you’ll regret ever daring to speak like that in front of me!"

Mr. Andersen roared in fury, his anger reaching its peak. Yet, the priest’s footsteps remained steady as he slowly disappeared before everyone’s eyes.

Seeing that Mr. Andersen looked like he might burst from rage, Mrs. Andersen quickly tried calming him down. "Alright, making a scene won’t solve anything. I jant to get the photos done as soon as possible..."

Hearing that, Mr. Andersen’s expression softened. He pulled his wife into a tender embrace and said gently, "If he won’t do it, we’ll just find someone else to bear witness."

With that, he turned toward the gathered crowd and raised his voice. "Everyone, which of you can temporarily act as a priest for our photo? Once this is done, I’ll ensure you’re properly rewarded!"

It was plain to see that Mr. Andersen was wealthy, and his wealth had bred arrogance. His words weren’t really a request—they were an announcement.

He pointed directly at Finn and said, "You! You’ll be our witness."

As soon as he finished, he turned toward the photography crew. The head photographer immediately produced a priest’s robe, as if he’d been waiting for this moment.

Finn glanced at the others, knowing none of them could refuse. If it weren’t him, it would just be someone else.

He took the large robe, draped it over his shoulders, and slowly stepped onto the dais.

There were no vows or rituals—only a few poses for the photographs.

Under the holy light, the Andersens stood hand in hand, gazing deeply into each other’s eyes, overflowing with love. Finn stood between them, eyes lowered. In that instant, the scene was bathed in a soft, ethereal glow—so beautiful that for a fleeting moment, Finn almost felt like a faithful priest witnessing the couple’s pure, radiant love as they stepped into the sanctum of marriage.

"Finn!"

Suddenly, Nyx’s scream tore through the illusion. Finn’s eyes snapped open, and a chill swept over him. The next moment, his entire body froze—turning gray and lifeless, like a massive stone statue.

Clang!

A sharp metallic sound rang out, followed by a shrill screech, like chalk dragged across a blackboard—so piercing that everyone instinctively shuddered.

In the span of a heartbeat, Finn suddenly collapsed. His body had returned to normal, but the sharp pain from a crack across his back made his expression twist in horror.

His defense had always been impenetrable—nothing should’ve been able to harm him!

And yet now, a fracture had appeared across his back. What in the world had attacked him?!

"Why did you move? Can’t you take this seriously?! You’ve ruined a perfect shot!"

Mr. Andersen’s furious voice rang out once again. The angrier he grew, the more distorted his face became, warping until he almost didn’t look human anymore.

Beside him, Mrs. Andersen covered her face and sobbed, as though the entire photoshoot had drained the very life out of her.

Cold sweat dripped from Finn’s forehead as he winced in pain. "I didn’t mean to, sir," he said quickly.

At that moment, Hermes stepped forward, his tone calm but firm. "It seems it’s not that God has abandoned you," he said slowly, "but rather... something unclean has been following you."

The Andersens both froze, their eyes turning dazed and uncertain as they stared at Hermes.

Mrs. Andersen clutched her husband’s hand tightly, unwilling to let go, while Mr. Andersen frowned suspiciously. "And what exactly makes you say that? When I hired you, you didn’t mention having any profession other than detective."

Hermes didn’t flinch. He met Mr. Andersen’s gaze squarely. "Don’t you find all these strange occurrences far too unusual? I’m not just the leader of the detective team—I’m also an exorcist specializing in supernatural disturbances among the nobility. I took this case because I sensed something abnormal in your story."

He paused, his voice dropping low. "The troubles surrounding you... are absolutely not of human origin."

As if in response to his words, a sudden gust of wind erupted inside the church, coming from nowhere. The heavy curtains over the tall windows billowed violently, light flickered, and the darkness swelled, blotchy and formless.

Then, the distinct, eerie sound of a cat’s meow came from somewhere within the church—clear as day.

Finn felt a sharp sting from the wound on his back. The sensation was unmistakable—like a set of deep claw marks. Could there really be some monstrous cat lurking here?

Just as Mrs. Andersen had described, a woman appeared—holding a black cat in her arms, staring straight at them.

The moment that thought crossed his mind, Finn’s gaze suddenly froze.

Right then, at the church’s grand entrance, a woman was standing there.

She had a beautiful face, or rather, it should have been lovely, if not for the large birthmark covering nearly half of it. It was a vivid, blood-red mark that slightly obscured her beauty. Her pale complexion bordered on ghastly white, and her lips were a striking, unnatural crimson. The wind stirred her simple, pure-white dress, and Finn noticed—she wasn’t wearing any shoes.

She lifted her head, revealing a pair of icy-blue eyes—cold and cutting, like shards of frost that pierced straight through bone.

Yet, she wasn’t looking at Finn. Her gaze was locked firmly on the Andersens.

The black cat in her arms let out a continuous, echoing wail that filled the entire church.

Suddenly, its blood-red eyes turned toward Finn, and a chill ran down his spine. He trembled, quickly shouting to the others, "The black cat—over there! I see a woman holding a black cat!"

The Andersens, hearing that, completely forgot about Hermes. They instinctively turned toward Finn, their faces filled with anxious hope. "You saw her, too? You really saw her?"

"Tell us—you saw the black cat as well, didn’t you?"

Hermes frowned, a feeling of unease tightening in his chest. Something wasn’t right here. But before he could speak, Finn nodded rapidly, almost frantically. "Yes! Yes, I saw them!"

His eyes were bloodshot, as though he could no longer hear or understand anything else around him.

At that moment, Hermes stepped forward, cutting through the panic. "Please," he said firmly, "just finish the photos. Staying here any longer will only make things spiral further out of control."

The Andersens exchanged a look, then quickly resumed their poses. Finn stood between them once more. Nothing attacked them this time—only the cat’s cries grew louder and sharper, echoing like feral cats about to clash in the night.

Yet the Andersens’ faces no longer showed fear. Finn was the only one still frozen in terror, his eyes wide as he stared toward the entrance, lips trembling.

"All done," the photographer suddenly announced. "Beautiful shots. Please wait a little while for the final prints."

The Andersens beamed with delight, admiring their pictures eagerly.

Finn stood off to the side, fists clenched, his legs trembling, unable to stay still.

Liam moved closer, gripping his shoulders, while Hermes approached and asked quietly, "Finn... are you alright?"

Finn’s eyes snapped toward him—bloodshot, trembling. "That woman and the black cat are still staring at me! Can’t you see them? Why won’t anyone believe me?!"