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Italy...
Rome–Fiumicino Airport...
The automatic doors of Rome–Fiumicino Airport slid open,
And Jojo stepped out into the cool Italian air, with Caroline, Inadu, Debbie, and Gayathri right behind him.
Just ahead—
Near the taxi queue—
Three people stood holding a sign:
JOJO SATARU
Two young Italian men, sharply dressed, flanked an elderly woman in a black shawl and silver hair tied neatly at the back.
Her eyes were sharp—
Far too sharp for her age.
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Freya's people.
Jojo smirked.
-Smirk
Of course Freya would send someone good.
As the group approached, the old woman stepped forward.
"Sei tu… Jojo?"
She asked in accented English.
-Cough
"Are you Jojo Sataru?"
Jojo nodded.
-Nod
"Yes. And these are Caroline, Inadu, Debbie, and Gayathri."
Each gave a polite greeting, though Inadu's eyes narrowed—
Sizing up the old woman, who returned the look without flinching.
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The woman bowed her head slightly.
"I am Signora Mirella De Rossi. These are my grandsons—Luca and Marco. Lady Freya informed us you might arrive. Our home and resources are at your disposal."
Jojo chuckled softly.
-Chuckle
"That sounds like Freya. Always ahead of the curve."
They followed Mirella and her grandsons to a black nine-seater van waiting at the curb.
Once everyone climbed in,
-VROOM
Luca started the engine, and the van pulled out into the bustling Roman streets.
Inside, Jojo took out his phone and showed Mirella the photograph of Father Sal.
His cold, calculating eyes stared back from the screen.
"This is who we're hunting,"
Jojo said.
"He left India and came back here. My Assistant traced him entering a forest outside Rome—but no CCTV after that point."
Mirella leaned forward, adjusting her glasses.
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"Hmm… this man… he wears the vestments of the Vatican. Yet his eyes…"
She frowned deeply.
-Frown
"His eyes look like those who pray to something else. Not God."
Jojo snorted.
-Snort
"Yeah. He's not exactly on Team Jesus."
Debbie, sitting beside him, tensed at the unfamiliar atmosphere she was in.
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Caroline placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
Mirella nodded firmly.
-Nod
"I will not ask for more details. Lady Freya warned me this mission could be dangerous. For now, I will take you to a safehouse. There we will plan."
Gayathri looked out the window at the passing cathedrals and historical buildings.
"This place feels… old,"
She whispered.
"Like every stone remembers something."
Inadu smirked.
-Smirk
"That's because it does."
The van exited the main city and began winding through quieter streets toward the outskirts.
After fifteen minutes...
They reached a large iron gate.
Luca pressed a remote, and the gate creaked open, revealing a secluded villa, surrounded by tall cypress trees.
Mirella looked at Jojo with a knowing smile.
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"This villa has belonged to my family for five generations. And we have always served the Mikaelsons when needed. You are welcome here."
Jojo nodded gratefully.
-Nod
Before stepping out of the van, he calmly cracked his neck.
"Good. Settle in, everyone. Tonight… we hunt a priest."
After everyone freshened up inside Mirella's old villa,
Jojo stretched his arms, grabbed his jacket, and declared.
"Debbie, Caroline—you're with me. Inadu stays to check the wards around this place."
Inadu smirked.
-Smirk
"I'll reinforce the perimeter. Just don't bring back trouble before dinner."
Jojo saluted jokingly and led the two women out.
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They climbed into the sleek black car Mirella had graciously provided.
Caroline took the passenger seat.
Debbie sat in the back—
Still nervous, still processing the fact she was now working with supernatural hunters, witches, and a literal Ghost Rider.
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The engine purred to life.
Jojo?
He looked way too relaxed for someone hunting a demonic priest.
As they rolled out of the villa gate,
Debbie leaned forward timidly.
"Sir… shouldn't we, um… be heading toward the forest? The one Father Sal disappeared into?"
Jojo drove faster.
"Nope."
Debbie blinked.
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Caroline sighed.
-Sigh
"Jojo, are you taking us sightseeing?"
Jojo tapped the steering wheel.
"First rule of hunting demons in Italy—blend in. Look normal. Be unpredictable. Make them think we're tourists, not hunters."
Caroline pinched the bridge of her nose.
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"Or you just wanted gelato."
Jojo didn't deny it.
Instead, he turned sharply and parked near a famous Roman fountain.
Debbie, wide-eyed, stepped out of the car like she'd been teleported into a documentary.
Tourists from around the world clicked photos, tossed coins into the water, and enjoyed sunset views.
Meanwhile, Jojo bought gelato—
Two scoops of dark chocolate and one scoop of pistachio—
And handed Caroline a strawberry one.
Debbie awkwardly accepted her mango cup.
"Uh… sir,"
She murmured,
"how does eating ice cream help us find a demonic cult priest?"
Jojo took a bite, savoring it.
-Hmm
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"Because if something connected to the Uncrowned King exists in this city, the first person it reacts to… is you if it was connected to that Uncrowned King. If not I will sense it through."
Debbie froze.
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Caroline looked at Jojo sharply.
"You think something will sense her?"
Jojo nodded.
-Nod
"Debbie has stepped inside the Uncrowned King's realm. That leaves a mark—subtle, invisible, but it's like a scent demons recognize. or she will unconsciously react to it."
Caroline's eyes finally widened with understanding.
"So we walk around the city—and whatever is linked to Father Sal's ritual will react to Debbie's presence. If it was still active."
"Exactly."
Debbie's voice trembled.
"So I'm basically… bait?"
Jojo smiled warmly to soften the blow.
"Only the precious kind."
Caroline snorted.
-Snort
"Smooth."
They continued walking through the city—
Passing churches, alleys, ancient ruins.
Jojo's eyes casually flickered red behind his sunglasses whenever they approached old religious sites.
Not attacking.
Not provoking.
Just observing.
Debbie noticed it too.
His posture changed slightly before every church door—
As if inside him sniffed at the old stones, testing for corruption of evil sins or energy lingering.
And after every test,
Jojo walked again.
Caroline finally murmured,
"You're scanning everything… aren't you?"
Jojo shrugged.
"Suppose Father Sal hid something in plain sight. Something charged with the Uncrowned King's aura. Debbie will feel discomfort. I'll sense sin. Together, we'll follow the trail back to him."
Debbie blinked.
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"Oh."
Her earlier confusion shifted into admiration.
Caroline elbowed Jojo gently.
"See? She thought you were here for selfies."
Jojo smirked.
-Smirk
"Who said I'm skipping the selfies?"
Debbie giggled despite her nerves.
-Giggle
But then—
Something shifted.
As they walked past a small abandoned chapel near a narrow street,
Debbie stumbled and grabbed her head.
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A sudden wave of cold…
A faint whisper only she could hear…
A flicker of black mist visible only for a second…
Jojo immediately turned, eyes narrowing.
Caroline held Debbie firmly.
"What happened?"
Debbie pointed a trembling finger toward the chapel door.
"I—I felt… something tugging me. Like that place knows me. Like something inside wants me to come closer."
Jojo's expression darkened.
"Good. We found our trail."
He stepped forward, placing his palm on the chapel door.
The wood wasn't cold.
It was freezing—
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Unnaturally.
Caroline whispered,
"Is it Father Sal?"
Jojo tilted his head slightly, listening.
"Not him. But something he left behind. A marker, a ritual trace… something connected to the Uncrowned King."
He turned to Debbie and Caroline.
"Let's go in."
Caroline nodded.
-Nod
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Debbie swallowed hard—
-Gulp
But followed.
Jojo, Caroline, and Debbie tried the chapel door to open but couldn't.
Locked.
Solid.
No hint of being opened any time this decade.
Just when they were about to use force.
Before Jojo could simply snap it off its hinges, a raspy voice came from behind.
"Cosa state facendo, figli miei?"(What are you doing, kids?)
They turned.
An old man—
Thin, stooped, carrying a cloth bag full of fresh vegetables—
Stood near the streetlamp.
His weathered face softened with curiosity when he saw they were unfamiliar.
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"Tourists?"
He asked in accented English.
Jojo nodded with the bright,
-Nod
Harmless smile of a man who definitely was not a flaming demon on weekends.
"Yes. My grandfather wrote about this church in his travel diary. We came hoping to see it."
He pointed at the structure.
"But it's closed… permanently?"
The old man let out a long, heavy sigh—
-Sigh
One filled with memory and unease.
"Ah… quel posto maledetto. That cursed place."
He gestured for them to follow him.
"This is not a story for the street. Come—I will tell you at the tea shop."
At the Little Italian Tea Café...
They settled at a small round table beneath hanging vines.
The waiter brought menus.
To keep up the disguise as eager tourists:
Jojo ordered three local pastries and a large cappuccino.
Caroline ordered lemon tea and pretended she hadn't fought a single fight two weeks ago.
Debbie awkwardly ordered "whatever is sweet,"
Which made the waiter chuckle.
-Chuckle
"...."
Jojo played the role of the enthusiastic traveler perfectly—
Leaning forward, commenting on how charming the café was, even asking about the pastries.
Caroline kept up the act flawlessly.
Debbie… tried.
The old man took a sip of his espresso, then began.
"It was 30 years ago…"
He stared at the church through the window,
Eyes filled with the weight of memory.
"That church… Santa Lucia della Fiamma… burned in the night. A great fire consumed it. They say the flames rose like the breath of the devil himself."
Caroline and Debbie exchanged glances.
Jojo listened closely.
"All the nuns… the sisters… even the priests… died inside. No survivors."
He shook his head.
"No one knows how it started. Some say a candle fell. Others say lightning struck. But the old mothers… they whisper it wasn't an accident."
Jojo's eyes narrowed subtly.
-Frown
"What do they whisper?"
"That something walked into the church that night. A man in black robes. No face. No sound of footsteps."
The old man's voice dropped to a tremble.
"And the fire began moments later."
Debbie inhaled sharply.
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Caroline stiffened.
But the old man wasn't done.
"After that day, the church was sealed. Boarded up. Left to rot."
He sipped his drink, hands shaking slightly.
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"But five years ago, the town tried to reopen it. Priests blessed the walls, sprinkled holy water… even an exorcist visited."
"And?"
Jojo asked, leaning in.
The old man swallowed hard.
-Gulp
"Within a week… three visitors died."
Caroline froze.
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Debbie's fingers tightened around her cup.
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"How?"
Jojo asked quietly.
"All suicides. One drowned himself. One jumped from a bell tower. The last…"
His voice cracked,
"the last carved strange symbols into the wall before hanging himself."
Debbie felt a cold shiver crawl up her spine.
"And after that,"
The old man whispered,
"we sealed it again. Some places are best forgotten."
He ended with a shaky breath.
But Jojo's eyes were not on the old man.
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He was staring at Debbie.
Her hands trembled slightly—
Not with fear, but because she felt that same tug again.
A whisper brushing the edge of her consciousness.
A faint pressure behind her eyes.
The Uncrowned King was connected to that place.
Caroline noticed it too.
Jojo gently tapped the table with his finger.
"Thank you for the story, signore."
He stood.
"We'll be careful."
The old man nodded, gathered his vegetables, and left.
-Nod
The moment he disappeared—
Caroline whispered,
"Jojo… that wasn't a normal haunting, was it?"
Debbie clutched her chest, breathing unevenly.
"It felt… the same. Like when I felt my husband tried to contact me back then. Like something is pulling me."
Jojo's smile vanished.
"...."
His voice lowered, firm and calm.
"That church wasn't burned by accident. It was cleansed—because something inside was too dangerous to leave alive."
He rose from his chair.
"We're going back."
Debbie's breath hitched.
Caroline stood beside Jojo without hesitation.
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Jojo stepped toward the door, eyes sharpening with predatory focus.
"Whatever killed that church… Whatever is tied to Father Sal… Whatever whispers to Debbie…"
He paused.
"…Don't know how serious we are to kill it."
Jojo, Caroline, Inadu, Debbie, and Gayathri dropped the sightseeing act the moment they returned to the mansion.
Inside the mansion...
Jojo explained everything.
The strange reaction Debbie had,
The dense sin he sensed inside the building,
The old man's story about the church fire and suicides,
And the possibility that the church was tied to Father Sal—
Or worse, the Uncrowned King.
When he said,
"We're going back tonight,"
No one objected.
Even Debbie nodded, fear trembling in her eyes but resolve in her heart.
Midnight...
The Forbidden Church...
The group arrived under a moonless sky,
The wind brushing against the broken edges of the abandoned chapel like someone whispering secrets into the night.
Jojo parked the car a good distance away,
Making sure it didn't draw attention.
Before them stood the old church—
Blackened stone, sealed windows, a dead building that still breathed darkness.
As they approached, Inadu slowed.
Her eyes narrowed.
-Frown
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Her magic tingled.
"Jojo…"
Her voice was low, almost a growl.
"There is definitely a witch or warlock involved. This place is wrapped in layered wards—powerful ones. If we break in, someone will know."
Jojo smirked.
-Smirk
"Perfect. Saves us the trouble of hunting them."
Caroline gave him a sideways glare.
"...."
"Only you would treat a death trap like a dinner bell."
Inadu simply rolled her eyes and stepped forward.
"...."
She placed one hand over the old lock—
Whispered a sharp incantation—
And a ripple of red sparks danced across the metal.
CREEEEEEEEEAK
The door groaned like a dying beast.
Dust drifted from the frame as it slowly pushed open, the sound echoing through the empty street.
"Move."
Jojo stepped forward.
Caroline followed.
Debbie hesitated only for a heartbeat—
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Then followed him inside.
Gayathri, entered quietly.
Once they were all in,
Inadu gestured with a flick of her fingers.
The door slammed shut behind them—
Softly, silently—
As if swallowed by the dark.
Inside the Chapel...
The air was wrong.
Thick.
Cold.
Heavy with something that felt older than the church itself.
Caroline rubbed her arms.
"I'm a vampire and I'm cold. That's not good."
Debbie's breath trembled.
"This is the same… same feeling as that realm. That cemetery. The stairs. The souls."
Jojo didn't answer.
He simply stepped deeper inside.
A faint glow came from above—
What little moonlight leaked through the burnt holes in the roof.
It wasn't enough to see clearly,
but enough to reveal shapes.
Rows of charred benches.
Melted candles.
Black soot smeared across every pillar.
And at the far end—
The altar.
Completely untouched by fire.
Gayathri whispered,
"That should not be possible."
"Exactly."
Jojo's voice dropped.
Inadu raised both her palms, her magic swirling visibly.
"The entire structure is layered with protection, curse-seals, and concealment. Someone wants this place hidden… but also preserved."
Jojo tilted his head.
"That sounds like lunatic just like that Father Sal."
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(A/N):
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