Chapter 1. To future where she kills demons

In her dark dreams of a woman who was now lost, a scream of rage and evil echoed across the whole lonely deep ocean. The sea creatures were startled awake by the sounds of banging triggered by her unrivaled powers and left the area where a screaming devil was exiled.

Laura was standing by the fictitious coffin, weeping and screaming for her beloved despite her crippled body's inability to move on its own.

It was just a fantasy in her mind.

A dream that is similar to a sense of fact in that it depicts how the girl felt alone in the frozen coffin, somewhere in the deep ocean.

She can sense the agony and anger that the girl is suffering. She can see how the agony that was slowly swallowing the girl alive and the anger that was increasing is pushing her to go nuts. Laura's face became pale and worried as she considered killing someone until she left this coffin.

Laura is aware who's that someone, and she has been mourning and apologizing every day.

It felt like a rebuke from God for her cowardly and feeble self that day. Her idiotic self in the past made others into pigs and the weak into slaves to nobles. Their obliteration caused the entire universe to feel Almighty God's wrath and sorrow.

The planet became a battleground and a carrier of horrors, transforming Hade's allies into strong beings.

Solomon and his angels were dissatisfied with Laura's lack of discipline, powerlessness, and regretting all they sacrificed to make her stronger and more focused. The death of the woman caused their chosen one to lose its strength, and her cowardly self to become stronger, causing the world to shatter.

The war between good and evil caused the good to lose its resources, while the evil laughed at their foolish plan to defeat them. God felt ashamed by what he'd planned for mankind, particularly when the people he loved and tried to defend caused the indignation of their chosen one.

And, after her exile, Laura was turned into a slave commander-in-chief by the former emperor's uncle. Her sorrow and loss had made her frail and deafeningly silent. And her philosophy became nothing and did not attempt to rescue anyone from the corrupt nobles who had been their rivals all along.

She despises everything, even the person who raised her to be a warrior.

In the twentieth century, Laura leads a regular life in California, working in tech companies and having a large apartment and a few friends to hang out with. Her life was peaceful, but there was a void in her heart where she could still feel alone.

"Hello!" Lisa screamed. Her strange long-term friend with blonde hair and bangs. " You're stuffing those clothes into your suitcases. Laura, another dull business conference in another country?"

Laura smiles tiredly as she stuffs the clothes into the bag. She had a dream last night of an old man, a poor man who is very ashamed of his children and wife.

Lisa sits happily in her bed and pouts, "But you know, you should bring me some chocolates or a dress when you get there."

"Is this happening again? "

She thought as she zipped her bag and walked into her mini table to get something important. A cross pendant, a little cross that has been transformed into guns or a sword. Athena bestowed upon her these magnificent and lethal assassination weapon.

Back in Lisa's, Laura turned to face the adorable pretender and said, "You better give me some money so that I can buy you some products." She then turned her face into a disgusted expression, "I don't have enough money to buy you some of your shits, Lisa."

"Oh come on!" sulked Lisa as she threw her heels onto the fluffy mattress. "As if you don't have enough money now. You worked as a computer scientist at Google and paid three-quarters of my monthly salary! You should send me some imported products because I'm your hopeless friend!"

"You're being hopeless, Lisa," she squints and crosses her fingers. "Why don't you want to find a new career with a higher wage so that you can leave my apartment? You keep insisting that being a photographer will improve your life, which it will not! You have years to prove your expertise in that field. Don't whine in front of me over stuff you wanted to buy; it wasn't your money to begin with."

Lisa blinked her eyes, perplexed as to why the girl in front of her was agitated. She got up and stepped away from the room."Geez! I was just joking."

The blonde stormed out of the room, furious at the reality of her own behaviour. Laura, meanwhile, massages her throbbing head and hates everything she said to the blonde. But it was the best thing to do when Sage discovered her to be a glutton. So, whether or not her abrupt outburst would change her.

Laura had hoped Lisa would reflect before it was too late and regret everything.

She sighed as she gazed in the mirror at her tired paled face with shallow black-doe eyes, hearty paled-lips, and wavy short hair that explained her youthful appearance. She appeared young, but she was very old on the inside, as her raging heart was still searching for the right one who was exiled in the middle of the ocean, which she couldn't even find. Even though she employs a company that handles a highly-advanced technology, everything in the below was extremely deep and shallow.

As she left her apartment and made her way to the airport, she turned around and picked up her bag. Today, or possibly tomorrow, is the first day of her mission in the year 2021. Every year, decade, and century that she was sent on a mission to repay her sins and grant her greatest wish will finally come to an end. In this specific year. From a warrior who becomes a servant of God, to killing possessed people caused by wraiths and determining who is responsible for the demons lurking on Earth.

Zeus, the earth's creator. He remained as her master because he was the one bestowed her with a holy blessing of being able to see demons and fight them.

***

A small Village of Halstat

The sound of an axe cutting the strong oak wood echoed in the lone tree.

An old man stands, deeply sighed, as he places the wood log in the half-filled sack. When it was 5 a.m. and fog was beginning to blanket the entire forest, the older man wearing a heavy sweater to shield himself from the cold.

Animals and insects began to sing and go on their daily activities as he did the same, cutting some of the trees to make fire for his home.

His name was Marco Welsh, and he lived in Hallstat, a small village in Austria. There are only 890 people left in this ancient village, and they are working hard to keep the culture alive so that people can see how medieval people lived.

The town has a lovely café, a church, and a medieval house where any visitor might live. There was an old bridge that captivated any visitor who came to the village, as well as many farms with cows and sheep and the popular cheese they made.

And everybody in the village was friendly and welcoming.

Meanwhile, Marco has a strange smile on his lips, and the town sees him as frightening and strange, despite his dislike for his five worthless sons and wife. He was always arrogant, obstinate, and the worst father and husband. He can proudly hurt his family if he doesn't like something or if he feels offended by something. As if he were being controlled by a nobody, he can't control his temper, and everything he sees is drenched in blood paint, and a tiny tells him to do it to everyone.

Marco brushes the moisture off his cheeks with a sweaty napkin as the sack is slung over his left shoulder. He marched with grunts while his body screamed lanky and frail from aging. He didn't see the huge stone he stumbled across because of his poor body and fuzzy vision, which forced him to lie in the ground while the logs were rolling in the muddy ground.

"Fuck!" Marco muttered a curse and irritably punched the ground, which echoed with a thud.

He finds the stone and irritably throws it away from him as he attempts to rise, but his left leg is slightly sprained, forcing him to swear even more. He searched the desolate forest for someone to assist him, but he was completely alone. He forgot that it was too cold and foggy in the morning for the locals to run through the forest. He tried to stand helplessly sighing, but he stumbled in the dirt again.

"For God's lamb!" he exclaims. "Someone please help me in getting up on this stupid ground."

His roaring voice rings across the lone trees, and the sounds of creatures react. Shaking his head in disappointment, because no one even listened to his cries. He is old and grumpy, but he insisted on cutting some trees without his son.

Useless sons of mine!

He remembered his five son, who had turned into the most useless human being he had ever known, and his weak wife, who only provided him with a decent meal rather than pleasure. She was nothing like his neighbor's wife, who was beautiful and capable of satisfying a man's needs. Unlike his wife, she will never be able to satisfy him with a gift. It caused his blood to boil in frustration as he saw red in the surroundings and a tiny voice spoke something that his body attempted to do. He can't wait to hit his son in the face for being too late to get up.

You must completely eradicate them. Your two sons, as well as your wife.

Marco yelled, "Bullshit! My worthless son deserves a fucking punch in the face!"

His face was flushed with rage, and his body trembled. His knuckles had turned white from the gripping, and his breathing had become rapid. While he was swearing, he didn't notice a missing brunette approaching his back.

Someone interrupted him, saying, "This is made of shit—-."

"Hey!" said the old fella in a low and friendly tone, prompting him to turn sideways. He notices an absolutely gorgeous brunette with a backpack who appears to be lost in the jungle. He was expecting this girl to ask his assistance.

"Yes?" Marco reacted angrily, believing that his offensive remarks had scared the girl. But he was surprised to see the girl's face remain lost and stoic.

"What?" he enquired, his eyes squinting. "You don't want to help this old man get up and put the logs in the sack?"

The brunette blinks her eyes shut, reflecting on how arrogant this old man was. Nonetheless, she followed the old man's instructions. She assisted him in getting up by first placing the logs back in the sack.

As his hand massaged his aching back, she could hear the old man's deep grunts and curses.

"u-uhm, can you assist me, mister?" she asked respectfully, to which the old man responded rudely.

"Exactly what do you want? Marco inquired before inserting the sack into his right shoulder, where he can feel the mild pain caused by the recent crash. He figured his shoulder had been sprained as well. He might later try to massage it with his wife and then beat them again.

"What's your name?" he inquired of the wandering girl.

"I'm Laura, and I'm a tourist in this lovely village." She informed me in a friendly manner. "Would you mind assisting me in finding a place to stay for one night? Then I'll leave the next day."

Marco investigated the missing girl and determined she was a tourist seeking information about the area. He stood there debating whether she should help this girl or not.

But she was the one who helped him when he needed it.

"

Hmmmm... Marco appears to be uncertain about his decision. He's the type of guy who doesn't care about strangers, but this girl saved his life. Okay, she's beautiful, and I could have a taste of her with my wife.

With that context in mind, he can't stop his devious laugh in front of the woman, making her uncomfortable.

Laura's stoic expression conveyed her disgust at this man's stupid brain thought.

"That's fine, because you rescued me."

"Why don't you sleep in our house?" he joked.

Laura squints her eyes and looks at the old man's devious grin. I find this motherfucker disgusting!

She didn't have time to ponder other options, so she had no choice but to accept his bid. "Of course, Mister, I'm looking forward to seeing your children and wife."

Marco grinned triumphantly as he led the young lady to his home. "You made an excellent decision, Laura. Would you like to be the first to take the first step down the path?"

Laura shook her head and smiled tentatively. "I believe you'll be the one to walk because you're familiar with the route."

"If that's what you mean." Marco said as he led the way to the street, Jisoo close behind.

Laura, then begins to work, inspecting the elderly man.

She didn't notice any red smoke surrounding the man, but the scent was there.

A scent of a wraith's demon that will entice a victim to become a bloodthirsty maniac.

A low-level demon escapes Hell's gates and lives on Earth to fulfill their desires. To rule over the human beings that the higher-ups created. She understands how wraiths work on people; they just wander around in the middle of nowhere and pick a victim who smells like them. Wraiths are created by negative emotions such as anger, jealousy, and fear, among others, and will persist even after the emotion has subsided.

In short, the wraiths will only be able to possess someone if they detect a negative energy in that person.

And the man in front of him possessed the highest level of negative emotion by being angry at people, a man that's full of pride, reeking envious of others, and having an uncontrollable rage that filled his body. If he is angry or offended, this man has the guts to kill someone.

Laura clicked a tongue and began to communicate with her lovely supernatural friend for another piece of information that this man possessed, when her friends possessed these incredible abilities to see through a person's soul.

Can you discover anything about this man?

Raphael: I''ve have already analyzed his presence. He did have the odor of wraith demons. If you're wondering why there's no soul of a wraith, it's because he mastered the art of hiding it unintentionally. That man is a phony vixen who can only trigger when he's angry.

Can you find the wraith where that motherfucking hides its presence? I might be able to avoid killing this man and instead exorcise the wraiths without his body.

Raphael: I'm afraid I can't detect its presence. Wraiths are smart these days; they can transform their soul into a lifeless one, like some missing souls I see in this forest. I'm not sure which is which. I sincerely apologize.

What is it about you that makes you so good at everything? However, it was lacking in some areas that I desperately needed to complete on this mission.

Raphael: I excel at everything. But there's another side to my existence that I can't do even if you asked me to. I, like you, am not perfect. We both have flaws, master.

If we're having a real conversation where we can look each other in the eyes. For being so annoying, I will definitely roll my eyes at you and punch you in the stomach. Fuck your mouth and your incredible words of wisdom.

Raphael: I apologize for not being present when you need to punch when this lonely friend of yours is just a tiny feather that assists you in killing wraiths.

Jisoo cut them off before she could open her mouth to curse for real.

It would be strange if she suddenly cursed and the man heard it. Based on a man's personality. He was a keen observer, and she might have piqued his interest. Jisoo sighed, her gaze fixed on the small house, which was bright and had a lovely garden filled with vegetables and flowers. She noticed how healthy the plants were and concluded that his wife is a good wife to her husband and sons based on how she cared for those plants.

"Is that your house, uh, sir? It's beautiful" Laura stated.

Marco laughed and smiled. "Yes."

"It appears you have no neighbors, Sir." Laura said innocently as she found the house alone with only trees and a pond where she only knew that the people of Hallstatt are a close-knit and happy community.

"Ronald! Come down here and get this sack off my shoulder!", Marco exclaimed as he tossed the sack to the ground. Before entering the house, they stopped at the well to get some water. When the man handed hher a ladle full of water, the man knew she was thirty. He handed it to her, saying, "I know you're thirsty, so drink it up and we'll have supper tonight."

Laura accepts his kindness and drinks the water before returning it to him so he can drink it as well. She knows he was exhausted, hungry, and thirsty from all the work he did in the morning. He appears to have had a terrible fate in which all of his possessions are useless and he is powerless to change it. However, faith will only help him to escape his perilous path. He may have committed a sin in the past for which only his future will atone.

Marco did not drink any water, but he sighed deeply and yelled. "Ronald, come outside and assist me in carrying this wood into the barn."

Laura blinks as she notices Marco's rage towards his useless older son, Ronald. For being so frail and unable to act quickly when someone requires assistance.

"Yes!" his worried son replied, as Laura stood silently in the back, watching.

She noticed a terrified frail tall boy running towards his father; the boy may have a nervous breakdown when the dinner is over.

When Marco appears to want to punish his son for his sluggishness. She recalled the man shouting in the woods that he wanted to punch his son for being so useless. Her gaze is fixed on Marco, who appears to be boiling with rage but hides it in her presence because the man was trying to be kind and polite.

Ronald quickly grabs his father's sack and slings it over his shoulder.

He looked at his father for a split second and nodded as Marco tapped his shoulder so hard that she could hear the boy's tiny grunts before fleeing. Laura might have winced if she could see the boy's pain at the hands of his father. This is a tragic situation, one in which she must control her rage toward Marco.

When his father was not looking, Laura noticed the boy give her a worried look.

She smiled at him and gave him a thumbs up, causing his eyes to widen for being so calm in this awkward situation. Marco led her inside their home, and she can feel the comfort of being at home. The interior is very simple and clean, with Nordic chairs and tables in the living room and a small library on one side, and a small kitchen and a stairway all the way to their bedroom.

" Elena!" exclaimed Marco. " Her name is Laura, and our new one-day tenant in this house. Make some tasty soup and meat."

Laura was greeted by a slim feeble lady as the old man went into their bedroom to change. Elena's touches were like those of a mother who genuinely cares about her sons and husband, but there was also a hint of exhaustion and fear in her touch, as if she was too tired to do anything.

Laura concluded everything when they touched because of her not-so-obvious flinch towards her husband. While the rest was her experience as a child of having a mother who loves and cares for her. But those memories are no longer hers when she becomes a servant of God and gains the ability to live longer.

"Would you like something to eat, my dear?" Her low voice echoed through the empty living room. It was as if a helpless voice begged to be free of this hell. People might think this girl was simply exhausted, but she wasn't; she was pleading for help and redemption.

Laura couldn't keep her jaw from clenching.

"Yes,"Laura replied with a smile. Nonetheless, her body is urging her to murder the man right now. "May I even help you in the kitchen? Because I will only be staying with you for one night. Is that okay, ma'am?"

As she led the young lady into the kitchen, the lovely lady smiled at her sweet expressions and nodded. "Of course, Laura. And thank you..."

Thank you?

Raphael: It means she's thankful to be with them only for tonight, master.

What happened to the notice part of your speech, noob?

Raphael: I'm afraid I was being so forgetful and bad that I'm tired of including the 'notice' part when you really don't care if it's there, master.

And I'm afraid I might curse today because you're so human in front of me. Where did you learn that acting so human anyway?

Raphael: Lisa, your annoying and childish friend, taught me this.

Judging by it, the reason why I am annoyed is that you are just like Lisa. So annoying. Can you find any information about this woman and her five sons?

Raphael: In this house, there are a lot of bruises and bad omens. The wraith brings misfortune to the family, causing the father to inflict harm on his sons and wife. There is also a missing spirit that functions as a parasite. They have the ability to drain people's energy and life force, leaving them tired and sluggish. While the wraith is in their basement hiding. He takes cover from the water below.

Is there a missing spirit? Have I come across anything like this before?

Raphael: Unfortunately, no, this is your first attempt.

Okay! Just keep my presence hidden for the time being. We'll just have to eat supper and then get back to work. At their bedtime, when they are all sleeping soundly. Ascertain that the wraith will emerge.

Raphael: As you wish and have a great supper, master.

*****

Jisoo crawled into her own bed after 9 p.m.

When everyone seemed to be into a chill vibe and a great atmosphere, the dinner was quite enjoyable. When Marco started talking about his past, he seemed to act kind and funny. For being a happy child with many friends and pleasant encounters. His family, who provides him with safety and love. He told them about his dreams, which he shared with his sons and wife.

The five sons were so taken with their father's kindness and good nature tonight that they threw some jokes at the table, which garnered some laughter. Elena appears surprised, suspicious, and happy when she sees a light that saves them from the darkness that has consumed their entire lives.

Elena is aware that her happiness will not last, so she buried her doubts, deep within her heart and cherishes the moments when she is happy.

Raphael: The wraith emerges from its den, master. Elena walked all the way to Marco's bed. It's already inside Marco, who is awake.

Laura jumped out of bed as soon as she heard the news. The eyes were piercing with concentration and determination.

Why didn't you say that sooner? Why now when he was being possessed? I can't unsee another man covered in blood on the ground. He is not guilty.

Raphael: Your sympathy for him is meaningless. He was pretending to be nice in front of us. To catch both of us!

I don't give a shit! Give me the fucking sword now and make everything come to a halt, put everyone to sleep. Access me a barrier so they can't get away from my grasp. I'm starting to get irritated.

Raphael: I'm working on it. But I can't stop Elena from putting her to bed. He had her already and was suffocating. Marco is trying to kill Elena.

"Goddamnit!" Laura roared and summoned her sword as she passed through the house's wall.

With her blood boiling in rage, she was so quick to phase and witness Elena being strangled in the wall by Marco's hands. As she struggled to breathe due to a lack of oxygen, the woman sobbed and begged forgiveness. Marco, who had red eyes and superhuman strength, had already been possessed by the wraith. He can't control himself any longer, and he won't remember this.

"You fucking piece of filth!" Marco yelled as he clutched his hands around Elena's neck and tried to pull his hands away from her. "You deserve to die by my own hand. You irritated me! You filthy whore!"

Laura slammed her fist into Marco and yelled, "You motherfucker let go of her!"

She grabs the hems of Marco's shirt and throws it against the other side of the wall, leaving Elena exhausted and sunk into the ground due to a lack of power. She appeared scared, confused, and tired, staring blankly at the ground with tears in her eyes. Laura possesses incredible strength that knows no bounds.

She made Marco stick up against the wall, grunting and growling like an animal. The wraiths were able to take over Marco's entire body, causing him to mumble a lot of Latin words in his mouth. Laura didn't mind because she knew the devil couldn't get away from it. Based on the impact, she has enough time for Elena to put it to rest; her only concern was for Elena's safety before clashing her sword into Marco.

"Elena." Laura murmured softly as she held Elena in her arms. "Are you all right? Can you take a breath?"

Laura was expecting Elena to talk about her condition, but instead she broke down in tears on her shoulder. For the trauma she endured at the hands of her own husband, who attempted to end her life. For the pain she had suffered in the hands of his husband that she cared in her life. The promises she commit to having a happy family were all for naught and betrayed. When her husband tried to kill her in such a cruel way, her sacrifices became meaningless. Elena's anguish and sorrow were evident to Laura. And she was so furious about it that she clenched her teeth to keep herself from killing this man in the back and the missing spirit who watches them with joy.

Laurastruck Elena to sleep and tucked her into their bed before turning to face the wraith demon that had been wedged up against the wall.

Make me a clone and kill that motherfucking spirit.

Notice!

It is, of course, master. I was working on it at the time. In addition, the portal to your home has been completed. All you have to do is call.

Why? Will you be able to control the clone on your own?

Notice!

Yes.

That's a great idea. Now get going! The motherfucker manages to flee. She could hear us.

When the wraith was able to free himself from the wall, Laura cut their communication short. The wraith reveals his true form, which is described as a man dressed in wrinkled wound skin with blood dripping like worms. He flashes his fangs and growls so loudly that Laura moves sideways. Just to avoid the saliva thrown at her and his foul breath that smells like a corpse. His growl was longer than expected, and she wasted no time in driving herself towards the wraith, sword pointing at the demon.

"Return to your rightful place, demon." She stabbed it so deeply in the stomach that the tip of the sword made its way into the back.

As he scratched her face, the demon screamed in pain and defeat. Its sharpened nails dig deep into her cheeks, stinging with each scratch he made.She winced as her body healed the wounds caused by the demon's scratches.

"Ahhhh!" growled the demon once more. "You cannot force me to return to that world because she will bring us here together. And your superiors will kneel down in front of us."

"As if you're going to succeed."

The demon laughs, "How daring of you to think that. You will very soon. Keep that in mind."

Laura twirls the sword deeper into the demon's stomach as more blood pours out. When she heard the demon growl, she moved the sword all the way to its head, splitting the body in half before returning her sword to her inventory.

A red smoke erupts from Marco's body, and Jisoo quickly grabs it and grips it tightly in her hands. She exhaled heavily as she stared at the wraiths in their various forms. "That was a lot of fun."

The smoke tried to escape, but Laura was invulnerable to it.

"Redi ad infernum stupri, daemon!"

After she mumbled that word, the red smoke faded away like thin air. She heard a she—the source of demons roaming free on Earth. And she must locate the she to whom the demon mentioned. He stated that it was their master, and that they would bring another diabolical war to the earth, with more bloody battles in the future.

Laura drew a breath as she stared at the wall.

She mumbles, "Access Portal."

However, no hole appears in the air. Jisoo bit her lower lip in annoyance when her supernatural companion teased her with such stupid pranks. When he did that 'thing' in the past, she already knew what the password was.

She closed her eyes, attempting to calm her rage. She could access a clone, put that companion inside, and punch him hard.

Laura then opened her eyes and said, "Raphael-sama,please open the portal."

Then, a hole appeared in front of her. She sighs, " Fuck that motherfucker."

As she get inside the portal and gone.