Soon.
An elderly man dressed in priestly robes slowly stepped forward amidst a crowd, kneeling before the middle-aged man, placing one hand on the man's violently twitching forehead, closing his eyes and murmuring devoutly.
"In the name of Satan, bestow blessings upon the sick."
"May Belial's wisdom allow you to see through the fallacy of mercy."
"May Asmodeus's desire ignite your burning will to survive."
"May Lucifer's pride guide you beyond the shackles of earthly suffering."
"If doomed to fall."
"May you be an adversary in the dark."
"If restored to health."
"May you be a king in the light."
"True salvation lies not in the lies of heaven, but in the awakening of the abyss."
The priest knelt on the ground, praying with eyes tightly closed, placing his hands on the patient's forehead, while the remaining hands clasped in prayer. Gradually, white light emanated from his body, like fireflies in the dark, as he recited the prayer.
The next moment—
