Stray

Colestoro firmly believed that he was about to die.

It seemed that the pain that would last until eternity suddenly stopped, followed by unreal calm and nothingness. The molten iron surging in the soul turned into cotton wool, and the toxins that corroded the body turned into a warm wind. At that moment, his body seemed to no longer exist. This was probably the moment of death. He thought in a daze that his long nightmare had finally came to an end.

Colestoro waited quietly, but then he heard voices— Vague human voices, low insect sounds, and the rustle of leaves rubbing against each other. The air was filled with the familiar smell of vegetation. He wrinkled his nose and opened his eyes with difficulty.

Virgil was lowering his head and staring at him intently.

Colestoro was silent for a few seconds. He raised his hand, slapped the opponent’s head mercilessly a few times, and directly tilted Virgil’s head to the side. The touch was real, and he was extremely surprised by this fact— Colestoro waited in horror for a moment, but the severe pain did not return.

He opened his mouth, and his vocal cords, which had not been used for a long time, were as stiff as dry cowhide.

“Duri.” Colestoro was still in a period of confusion. He tried hard to express his shock in one word.

“…You’re getting fat.” He used the second short sentence to give a dry greeting.

Virgil smiled a little reluctantly. He didn’t say a word and continued to look at the demon who was still trying to turn his head and look around. The festering pain that had been in the bottom of the exorcist’s heart was suddenly torn open, and the deeply embedded fangs were torn off, bringing out the pus, blood, and carrion hat had accumulated for many years. Fresh blood rushed out with the outbreak of pain, and he knew that after the pain, the wound would eventually scab and heal completely.