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Giovanni had witnessed scenes quite similar to this several times before.
‘Didn’t people said to be possessed by demons look rather like this?’
Gio looked up at the ceiling. The marble that had glittered like painfully bright silver had vanished without a trace. In its place were dark-red clots of blood and writhing lumps of flesh.
And through the vast pit that had formed within it, something enormous could be seen.
“…Hmm…”
“Do not look.”
The bishop who had accompanied him stopped him, her eyes lowered.
“It may damage your mind.”
“I see.”
It really did seem to be Cthulhu.
‘The finer details feel a little different, but the broad strokes are quite similar.’
Gio had an extraordinarily broad range of tastes, and the genres of media he enjoyed were equally varied.
Among them was a genre called “cosmic horror.” To put it simply, it dealt with stories in which humans were overwhelmed by something enormous beyond their capacity to endure and broke down in grotesque ways.
‘I suppose the very existence of a Divinity can only feel that way to people without the right aptitude…’
Seo Gio had never experienced anything like that in the first place, Argio was an Evil God himself and therefore poorly suited to viewing it objectively, and Giovanni had possessed a large vessel from the beginning, so nothing placed inside him had ever caused a problem. It was consequently difficult for Gio to truly understand.
Only Giovanni, who had been able to behold many Mysteries while still human, vaguely grasped the seriousness of the situation.
‘So the Moon Church has been raising a small calamity that will…