Chapter 11: 11: Interrogation

I lie down on the reception bench of the morgue, the magazine from earlier now discarded since I finished reading it.

I forget how slow these guys are; it’s already been forty-five minutes.

I open my phone again, seeing the last message from Seth before shutting it off.

That totals four Yoguais; we are dealing with a Chinese summoner.

But why would a Chinese person want to summon a Jewish demon to try to control Leviathan? They have several water dragons.

Well, it doesn’t matter; asking myself this won’t provide the answer.

I finally hear the sound of vehicles braking in front of the morgue.

Seth or the cleanup crew?

I grab the magazine, get up from the bench, and head to the window to see outside, then spot a Fiat 147 parked.

It’s Seth… damn, the cleanup crew is too slow!

I step outside the morgue, tossing the magazine in a trash can at the exit, and approach the car.

I see Saulo coming out from the back of the vehicle, while Seth exits from the driver’s seat, both heading toward the trunk.

“What’s in there?” Yes, I’m curious.

“What else could it be?” Seth and Saulo let out a light laugh and open the trunk, revealing two tied-up and sedated Yoguais.

I stare at Saulo and Seth, then at the Yoguais, then back at the two, then the Yoguais again, holding that repetition for a few more seconds.

“How was the boy in the fight?”

“His aim is accurate; he took off a Yoguai’s hand just before it was about to hit me.”

“Unfortunately, I couldn’t stop that Yoguai from escaping; I’m sorry…” I look at Saulo.

I move closer to the boy, assessing his posture and face.

He’s young, probably got bad grades and received many scoldings; unfortunately, too much kindness will likely get him killed early.

I move my left hand to the boy’s head, giving it a gentle stroke.

“Celebrate your successes when you should, and use your failures as motivation to grow,” I take my hand away from the boy, who remains silent, then I look at Seth.

“And you, be more careful. You hold back to evaluate the boy’s skills, didn’t you?” Idiot brother.

Seth raises his hands in front of his chest with a silly smile in his face.

“Just a little, but he did a good job, didn’t he?” This question is followed by him getting kicked in the groin.

Seth falls to his knees on the ground, and Saulo rushes to assist him. I focus my gaze on the two Yoguais in the trunk; one has a shattered shoulder and gray skin, while the other has a bleeding head, staining its brown fur with red.

The gray one is older. I grab the two Yoguais by their heads, pull them out of the trunk, and drag them inside the morgue.

I return inside the morgue and head to the back, where I throw the two Yoguais onto the floor next to the mangled corpse of the coroner.

After dropping the Yoguais there, I turn to see Saulo and Seth approaching down the corridor, the boy covering his mouth with his hand and widening his eyes at the scene, while Seth seems unfazed.

“What happened here, sister?”

Without looking at Seth as I search for some tools, I explain about the Yoguai possessing the corpse, the coroner’s death, the stolen spleen, and how I exorcise the Yoguai.

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“So the sorcerer already has an organ of Neptune,” Seth approaches the two fallen Yoguais.

“The sorcerer is also Chinese, considering the Yoguais and the bird chosen for transport,” I finally find a pair of pliers and pick them up.

“Boy, come here!” I call Saulo, who walks over slowly, still covering his mouth.

“Yes, ma’am,” he looks at the two Yoguais.

“Carry the young Yoguai and tie it to one of the stretchers,” Seth and Saulo stare at me, likely already having figured out where I’m going with this.

“Sister, are you really going to interrogate them like this?”

“Got a better idea, dear brother?” I roll my eyes, mocking.

Saulo swallows hard and does as I command, taking the bleeding Yoguai to the left stretcher, laying it down, and then tying it up with a prayer, making it look like a puppet.

I adjust the older Yoguai, sitting it up against a table and kicking it to wake it up.

“Hey, bastard, wake up.” Since it doesn’t wake up from the first kick, I place the pliers on one of the toes of its right paw and squeeze slightly—not intending to sever or break, just causing enough pain to awaken it.

The creature jolts awake, letting out a scream of pain as it kicks me away; I merely take a step back and look at Seth, who stares at me, disappointed.

“Pain always works; want to test it again, little brother?” I stare at him with a wicked smile as he takes a step back and covers his groin.

“You miserable humans, torturing me won’t get you anywhere,” Seth and I stare at the Yoguai, who can’t stand because of the prayer.

A smile forms on my lips as Seth looks at me again, judging my soul. “I’m not going to torture you; Saulo, is it well tied?”

“Yes, ma’am!” I turn to the boy, who looks scared about what’s coming next.

“Don’t worry, they’re mere Yoguais,” I approach the stretcher with the younger Yoguai, holding the pliers.

“What are you thinking, human?” The older Yoguai lifts its face; I just show the plier in my hand and then turn to the Yoguai on the stretcher with a smile on my face.

I grab the Yoguai’s jaw with my left hand and open its mouth, then grasp one of its fangs tightly and squeeze the pliers, breaking the fang. The creature then wakes up, screaming in pain, but I don’t let go; I wedge the pliers again into the fang and rip it from its mouth, then turn to the older Yoguai, showing the bloodied fang with a smile.

“Miserable human, this won’t work,” the screams from the younger Yoguai begin to subside until I grab its right front paw and clip the pliers onto its index finger, using them to sever the finger.

The Yoguai screams again, tears streaming from its eyes in pain. Seth covers Saulo’s eyes while the boy covers his ears; I then throw the finger on the ground, making the older Yoguai stare at it.

“Miserable humans, he’s just a boy; will you torture him just for answers?!” The creature tries to stand, its fangs grinding in hatred until I respond.

“Shut up, I don’t want information; I can get that from your corpse,” Both Seth and the Yoguai stare at me, their eyes wide in perplexity, not understanding what I am saying.

“If I want answers, I’ll rip them from your dead brain, or invade your dreams and mind, what I want is something else,” Seth lowers his head, understanding where I am going.

“Monsters, Yoguais, Spirits, Demons, they are all the same; they undervalue human life, seeing us as worms that live only once, while you return from your dimension of Origin,” the image of Ramond holding the destroyed corpse of the coroner comes to my mind.

“No matter how many times we kill you, you come back; that’s a fact, but,” I grab a scalpel from the table next to me, the blade shining gold with the activation of Shekinah, then i cut off the left ear of the Yoguai on the stretcher.

“We can cause you as much pain as possible so that you won’t dare to act like this again,” Doing this doesn’t bring me joy, but it’s the truth; monsters reappear in the world due to beliefs, rumors, stories, while Yoguais are summoned into this world.

“You insane human, this won’t go unpunished!” The Yoguai once again tries to rise, but Seth glares at it and shakes his head negatively. Golden ropes emerge around the Yoguai, tightening around it, and bringing it back down to the ground.

“Let’s continue.” I begin tearing the skin and flesh of the young Yoguai, as well as breaking its smaller bones and severing its fingers using the pliers; the creature screams in pain, tears flowing from its eyes due to the agony; if it could speak, it would be begging.

They cause so much destruction and death out of neglect, but now they act like victims... I hate dealing with monsters.

“Stop! I will talk, let the boy go!” I pause moving the scalpel, and Seth takes Saulo outside so he won’t see anything or hear the upcoming conversation.

“If you lie, I will know,” I glare at the older Yoguai, stepping away from the stretcher.

“Miserable... fine... our summoner seeks to summon the Demon Haagenti and use its knowledge to command Leviathan to sink Rome and the Vatican; his base is in the San Michele cemetery, in an underground tomb made by him with the entrance being through the water,” the Yoguai grits its teeth as it speaks, clearly wishing to slit my throat.

“Very well, are you connected to the kidnapping at that school? What was the name again?” I scratch my chin, trying to remember.

“The girl's soul will be stained by darkness; it's the necessary sacrifice to summon one of the seventy-two demons, you know this, exorcist!” It tries to close its paws.

“And what is the name of your summoner?” I point the scalpel to the ground.

“His name is W—” black blood then trickles from the Yoguai's mouth as it falls silent, the color of its eyes fading, its voice disappearing; its heart explodes in an instant.

A curse? How clever.

Calmly, I move to the Yoguai on the stretcher, reciting Michael's prayer, the scalpel igniting in flames, and then I slit the Yoguai's throat in one cut, applying the exorcism.

“SISTER, THE CLEANUP CREW HAS ARRIVED!” I hear Seth's voice.

Right on time, as always.