In the Name of God - Chapter 80.2
What was even more unsettling was that the faces of all the wooden statues, whose veils were pulled back at an angle, were completely smooth, without a single facial feature.
“I want to finish them too. I want to clearly carve God’s face into every single wooden statue.”
The boy’s shoulders slumped as he spoke in a sulky tone.
“…Is it because I am not the real Apostle?”
I could feel the boy’s muttering voice gradually growing lower. Along with it, the static noise seemed to turn increasingly sinister.
The boy’s head tilted at a terrifyingly crooked angle as he glared at me.
“Then, if I become the real Apostle, can I look at God’s face as much as I want?”
The boy grabbed my arm tightly. The strength of his grip was so immense that if I hadn’t reflexively held my breath, a cry of pain would have escaped me.
The boy dragged me down the hallway.
The neatly aligned wooden statues were knocked over and turned into a shambles as they collided with the boy’s ruthless footsteps and my feet being dragged along. The shadows clinging to my body followed behind, stroking the fallen, faceless wooden statues.
With a loud thud, the boy kicked the door open and threw me inside with a powerful yank of one hand.
‘My kid doesn’t treat me like this, you bastard!’
Do you have any idea how gentle, kind, nice, and cute my Apostle is to me?!
I expected to sprawl out on a hard floor, but fortunately, the floor I was thrown onto was quite soft.
Soft or not, the fact that he treated me so roughly meant he was already disqualified as an Apostle.
As I glared up at the boy, I realized this room was that child’s bedroom. The sight of the simple wooden furniture was not much different from my memories.
I tried to push myself up, but I felt my entire body being pinned down. Black shadows wound around my limbs, binding me to the bed like tethered ropes before I knew it.
The boy nimbly climbed on top of me.
“God, can’t you dote on me too?”
This fellow began to pop the buttons of the shirt I was wearing, one by one.
“Wait a minute, what are you doing?”
“What do you think? I’m working hard to be loved by God.”
The boy’s words were incredibly bold.
I was bewildered, but it was only after seeing him undo all my shirt buttons that I understood what he was thinking.
‘Is he crazy?’
How could he think that jumping me was the way to be loved?
My Apostle was someone who looked at women, and even the same sex, as if they were stones. He was so extreme that people even said he had “Distrust of Humans” and “Misanthropy” as passive skills.
There is no way such a pure kid would do something like this to me.
I snorted and shook my head.
“I don’t know when you met my Apostle, but that kid would never do this to me. You’ve got the basics wrong from the start.”
At that, the boy stared down at me.
“He wouldn’t?”
“No.”
“Never?”
“Never.”
“…….”
For some reason, this time it felt like he was the one snorting at me.
“God, you’re more of a fool than I thought.”
Who’s calling who a fool, seriously?
Just as the boy was about to place his hand on my exposed chest, I asked.
“When did you meet my Apostle?”
Since the age of the boy he was mimicking made this situation quite dangerous for public decency, I spoke up somewhat hurriedly.
“When did you mimic him?”
The boy’s fingertips stopped.
“Do you want to know?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm….”
I thought I heard the sound of eyes rolling behind the veil.
The response that came back was a statement I hadn’t expected at all.
“I’ll tell you if you let me kiss you.”
“Don’t joke around.”
“I’m serious.”
Perhaps because he was originally a beast-type monster, was he a creature whose thought process had developed abnormally toward instinct alone?
‘This type is the most annoying.’
In the distant past, I had met several guys who were faithful to their instincts. That type, whether ally or enemy, was quite mentally exhausting.
‘Fine. It’s not like it wears out or anything.’
Right now, a clue about my Apostle was more important than my lips. Depending on when this guy met that child, the scope of my information gathering could change significantly.
I relaxed my tensed body and nodded.
“Fine, kiss me. But you really have to tell me in exchange.”
“Don’t worry. Despite how I look, I keep my promis—!”
BOOM!
Before the boy could even finish his sentence, a thunderous sound suddenly erupted. A gust of dust-filled wind blew in from somewhere out of my sight, and I heard the sound of wood splinters raining down near the bed.
At the same time, a bone-chilling cold filled the bedroom.
“I think I just heard my partner ask a little beast brat for a kiss.”
A terrifying voice laced with profanity stimulated my ears. The tension I had let go of wound tightly around my whole body again.
“Did I hear that wrong?”
Lee Sunho, who had broken through the ceiling and intruded into the bedroom… was angry for some reason.
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