Secret Society: Raising Calamity Class Disciples

The hunchback creature let out a shrill screech that caused the entire space to quake. One of its arms fell bloodlessly to the ground.

The dark space, barely illuminated by hundreds of Xavier's light orbs, disappeared. The all white space re-emerged.

And before even a second could pass, the space enshrouded by the endless white collapsed.

What replaced it was the creepy underground 'laboratory'. Everything was the same as before—the shelf containing preserved brains, the desk with sharp devices, and the bloodied bed. There was only one difference from before—a gigantic hole on the floor.

The duo and the 'disarmed' Paranormal returned to the principal space.

Xavier, who was still sitting in the air with one leg over the other, stood up and snapped his fingers. The big aperture on the earthen floor closed in and soon, disappeared. Xavier was the one behind the formation of the gap. All the water he used in that white space came out from there.

The possessed monster let out another screech as it tried to straighten its back. Its head hit the wall, forming a giant crack over head.

Eulene wanted to slash it once again, but decided against it. One more attack, and she knew that the psychotic bastard would die.

She turned to Xavier, her eyes asking the obvious.

"We need to 'exorcise' him," Xavier replied.

Having read occult books before, Eulene understood the term. Once again, wild thoughts invaded her mind. What weird rituals did they need to do to drive the evil out of the Doctor?

Hitting it with a broomstick? Feeding it garli—no—that only worked on vampires. Or chanting weird things?

A snap of Xavier's fingers woke Eulene up from her stupor.

Huge rootlike entities drilled out of the earthen floor and ceiling, and swirled around three of the Paranormal's remaining limbs.

Eulene raised her brows. "How can it not escape this grasp? It should be able to teleport away easily, right?"

Xavier pointed at the deformed face of the psychiatrist. Its countenance was that of pain and despondency. "The same reason he did not dodge your second attack," Xavier replied. "High intelligence is sometimes a curse. You can estimate that there is no more chances of winning, or even running away."

Eulene understood. It had given up. She sighed. The exciting battle had come to an end.

She took in a deep breath and composed herself, before asking Xavier, "what ritual will you perform?"

"Ritual?" Xavier's mask displayed a question mark, but the red smile soon returned. He looked around the cavern. In the entire room filled with medical appliances and furniture, there was only one odd thing out.

A metre tall designed vase that looked a few centuries old. At first glance, one would think it was a simple jar for containing trash. But if one looked closely, one would discover the intricacies in the outside design. It was a historic artefact.

The earth under the vase waved, moving the vase to Xavier.

"You did well," Xavier turned to the trapped abomination. "You knew that breaking it would have completely freed the Curse."

It remained silent. The doctor's consciousness had completely taken over the Paranormal.

Xavier inspected the vase. The structure was simple, and there were marks and scratches all over the exterior. But there was one place at the top where it had more gashes and looked more ancient. Xavier gently slapped the base.

The elongated Doctor Heart's let out a pained screech. The entire cave shook as shards of rocks began to drizzle down from the ceiling.

A black shadow began to tear out of the Paranormal's head. It tried hard, fighting its best not to be pulled out from its host.

But with another slight heat on the vase's neck, the whole shadow was sucked into the container in an instant.

The artefact began to shake, as if the Curse trapped inside was trying to break out. But the artefact had sealed the Curse for centuries. It was not easy to break out from.

And soon enough, the Curse inside gave up. The vase stopped shaking.

The tall monster's body began to twitch. It began to shorten, getting back to its original form. Even the long severed arm began to shorten. Blood came out of the tear.

Xavier picked up the severed arm and walked to the trapped Doctor Hearts. He was suspending by one arm from the ceiling as a root tied around the wrist.

The psychiatrist had a pained expression on his reformed face. Sweat covered the once handsome countenance that seemed to have aged by ten whole years. He was almost unconscious, barely keeping his eyes open.

Xavier attached the severed arm to Doctor's bloody shoulder. After a few seconds, they perfectly reattached.

Xavier snapped his fingers. A ball of water formed right before Doctor Heart's face before splashing onto it.

The psychiatrist gasped for breath. He barely regained his consciousness as he opened his eyes to the fullest.

The feeling of being watched returned. Eulene instantly took a serious posture, giving out an otherworldly aura.

As for Xavier, he remained himself.

The red smile on his mask glowed and curved more, taking a creepy shape. "Welcome!" He said with an entertained tone.

Xavier grabbed the psychiatrist by his throat. The roots originating from the ground and the ceiling released the captured criminal and returned back.

Xavier kept the culprit hanging in the air, choking the doctor. Joseph subconsciously began to hit Xavier's sturdy arms and kick him with his hanging feet. But Xavier remained as steady as ever. Joseph's face turned blue and his eyes turned red from the ruptured vein.

He could not breath, nor could he let out a sound.

But the smile on Xavier's mask only became more and more apparent every second.

"Painful, isn't it?" Xavier tilted his head. "This is not even a fraction of what your victims and their families faced."

Xavier threw him to the medical bed. Before Joseph could even gasp for breath, the four leather straps automatically tied around his wrists and ankles.

"Now, you will know what pain is."