I Stream DC on Marvel-Chapter 547 Invincible: The Messenger from Hell, The Grim Reaper, Some Things Are Better Left Unknown, Assault on the Vatican and An Entrance with Style.

Once the system turned the kidnappers into minions, their expressions changed. Their doubts, fears, and caution toward Allen, Wednesday, and Jalter disappeared, becoming more serious. In their eyes, Allen must have gone from being a crazy priest best left unprovoked to their lifelong boss.

"Father Walker!" Karras rushed to Allen, desperate and scared, "What are you doing? This is a grave sin!"

Father Karras could handle carrying a dead body because the demonic mark was something that couldn't be left to the regular police. He could also accept that Allen used weapons since, even though it seemed crazy, it had worked against a demon, and Allen had fought the forces of evil. However, making friends with kidnappers was too much. These were very bad people.

"Don't worry, Father. They won't disobey me anymore. In Florida, we'll release the passengers and crew, we'll only keep the pilot... and them. In Rome, we hand them over to the police, and that's it."

Seeing Allen's calm gaze and sincere eyes, Father Karras sighed in relief. For a moment, he thought Allen had fallen into the claws of evil, but it was just an illusion.

"Thank God..."

"Ahhhh!"

A terrifying scream echoed from the rear of the plane. Allen rushed to the rear, only to find Wednesday and Jalter standing in front of a seat, frowning.

The seat was covered in blood, everywhere. It was so much that it didn't seem like it could be from just one person. Father Karras kneeled and started praying, fearing the worst.

"No, no, no, why?" A terrified woman sat in another seat, with a stewardess consoling her. She was the one who had screamed.

"Are you okay?" Allen used a bit of his power to calm the woman's mind. "I-I was reading to calm myself, tried to focus, but when I blinked, the man next to me disappeared, leaving blood... so much blood."

Allen took a deep breath and pulled out his Desert Eagle. "I can think of a dozen horror movies with this situation... and they all end badly..."

Wednesday got into a defensive stance, just like Jalter.

"Father Walker?" Father Karras turned to Allen, and he had a cold expression while smiling.

The turbulence shook the plane as if invisible hands were trying to bring it down. The corridor lights flickered, casting irregular flashes over the tense faces of the passengers. Every sound—the creaking of the fuselage, the high-pitched hum of wind hitting the metal—seemed amplified by the storm that appeared out of nowhere. The air felt thick, heavy as lead, charged with a silent, faceless threat.

The passengers felt a silent terror different from the previous adrenaline. The mother hugged her daughter tightly. Some passengers held hands even though they were strangers. Allen signaled to his minions, and they positioned themselves in different parts of the plane, being nervous.

Beyond the window, the night was an indistinct mass, and sometimes—only sometimes—in the flashes of lightning, something seemed to move in the darkness. Something that shouldn't be there.

With a confident, brave smile, and a bit of amusement, Allen looked forward. "Don't stop praying, Father Karras. They're already here..."

"They?"

Screams and wails from beyond the grave

From the now-empty cockpit, as the pilot had also disappeared, a black curtain rose. Behind it, a long, bony hand emerged unnaturally. Soon, their fears came true, for the head of a creature without face, and covered in a dark cloak appeared. It was so large it seemed like a being from hell, but strangely, it looked like a person. No passenger could believe their eyes... Was it a Dementor? Was It a Grim Reaper?

''''We're dead!''''

That was the collective thought because this thing wasn't something a human could defeat. It was a being they couldn't comprehend. It was the end...

*Bang*

A bullet hit the creature, causing it to stagger back and scream in pain.

"Oh Johnny Johnny Johnny... you shouldn't have taken this job!"

"...?"The killer ghost seemed confused that Allen knew who it was.

The killer ghost, which seemed like a mix between a Dementor and Death, came from the movie "The Frighteners". It was the spirit of Johnny Bartlett, a serial killer who, when alive, had committed multiple murders in a psychiatric hospital in the 60s.

"Now, Johnny," Allen smiled. "Why the fuck are you here?!"

"Ahhhhhh!"

The ghost let out a scream that nearly ruptured everyone's eardrums as it lunged at Allen.

"Big mistake..." Wednesday whispered.

*Steps*

Allen put his gun in his inventory. He took a slow step forward, without an ounce of fear. Behind him, Wednesday threw him a bouquet of black roses. Allen caught it and broke the knot holding them together as the ghost moved through the rows with a sepulchral sound, causing people to scream in fear.

The roses fell to the floor, some crushed under Allen's feet, revealing something metallic inside the bouquet. Just as the ghost was about to reach Allen, he pointed a sawed-off Winchester 1887 shotgun at it. The same one Rebecca had given him in The Boys.

Allen smiled and fired. The Grim Reaper was hit and staggered back, while a sort of glowing liquid oozed from its body.

"I'd like to think that's ectoplasm. I'd be disgusted if you peed on yourself, kid..." Allen mocked, firing again as he walked forward.

*Bang*

"Ahhh!"

"I never thought I'd use this beauty my girl gave me on a shit like you."

*Bang*

One of the Grim Reaper's hands exploded, and it screamed in pain.

"Does it hurt? It should! You've got the sincere prayers of a good-hearted priest, bathed in spiritual energy and magic, all to turn these bullets into something very painful for you, JOHNNY BOY!"

*Bang*

Half of the Grim Reaper's head exploded, and another bullet made a hole in its chest. It twisted until it could do no more and tried to escape, but a cursed sword pierced its chest and nailed it to the cockpit door.

"Thanks, Jalter." Allen turned and winked at Jalter, who looked away angrily.

Allen walked up to the Grim Reaper, which tried to pull the sword out with all its might, but its hands were burned by a terrifying fire.

"Come on, kid!" Allen kicked the sword with his boot, driving it deeper and causing the specter to suffer. "You're not going to tell me that you think a miserable murderous specter can defeat a heroic spirit, are you, Johnny?..."

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(Demons have two extremes, at one end they are terrifying soul-eating monsters, at the other end they are waifus. 🍷🗿)

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Nanao – Is it my imagination or does Allen seem to hate that ghost?

Raven – It's not your imagination; he really hates him, apparently...

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"AAHHH!!... NO!" The voice of the specter distorted, and soon its appearance warped from that of a dementor, still a transparent ghost, with missing parts due to Allen's actions.

The passengers stood stunned. Could ghosts really exist? Is there life after death?

"Don't shoot me anymore! ARGH! It burns! Your sword is burning me!"

Allen mocked him, "In this world, there are villains created by their surroundings, those who even have a logical reason to hate the world. But you, you who loved killing people, idolized serial killers, and wanted to break their records, you don't deserve forgiveness..." Allen aimed his shotgun at Johnny's head, "Not in this life or the next, there's no mercy for you, John Charles Bartlett..."

"Heh..." Johnny laughed weakly, in pain. "What's wrong, Father? Did I kill your parents or something?"

*Bang!*

Allen shot Johnny in the groin, making him scream like a pig at the slaughterhouse. He then shot his other arm, leaving it mutilated.

"Ahhhhhh! Bastard, what kind of priest are you?!" Allen crouched down and grabbed him by the neck, which shocked everyone—could he actually touch him?!

"I've never liked serial killers because all their victims are innocent people who can't defend themselves..."

"Dammit! Let me go!"

"Tell me, Jonathan, do you want to kill me?"

Johnny's neck began to burn with spectral fire. He struggled with all his might to escape, but it was like a chicken writhing, while Allen's gaze grew colder.

"Do you want to carve a number on my forehead?"

"Ahhh! What are you?!"

"I'm an Exorcist..."

Johnny turned pale, "I didn't mean to do it! But I had no choice! They forced me!"

"They?" Allen frowned. "Who are you talking about?"

"Ahh! That corpse is more valuable than you can imagine. It's a link to hell! No one knows how or why, but with it, even Lucifer could come to this world!"

*Crying*

Shadows emerged from the walls and crawled across the plane, heading toward Johnny.

"I DON'T WANT TO GO BACK THERE! NOOOO!"

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Starfire – What's happening? Aren't those his companions?

Annie – Just like in the movie, he's being dragged to hell...

Unohana – It's a little different from our world...

Asia – It seems that in that world hell is terrifying :(

Rias – Our Makai (the demon world), despite being called that, isn't so different from Earth. And us demons aren't that different from humans; at least we're not monsters like those things...

Akeno – Ara... it seems that in their hell, it's such a terrifying place that even demons don't want to be there.

Makima – Spirits remain in the world due to unfinished business. Once that is resolved, they are dragged out of the mortal realm... but to come back from hell, someone has to help them...

Albedo – Did someone use this spirit to retrieve Father Merrin?... That makes sense, after all, it's easier for a spirit than for a demon to enter the mortal world.

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"Exorcist! Kill me! Can you kill me?! Just do it DESTROY MY SOUL!"

"..." At Johnny's plea, Allen showed no mercy. Johnny was dragged back to hell. Allen lowered his shotgun while remaining silent.

First, The Exorcist, and now The Frighteners, two horror movies. Although the second one had a bit of comedy, it was still a horror movie. Allen was concerned. If this was the Exorcist world, that was fine, but if there were more horror movies... things could get complicated.

[Update "Looks like things have gotten complicated" – Take Father Merrin to the Vatican > Take Father Merrin to the Vatican and break the connection with hell, +1 companion, +Protection from spiritual attacks, +Protection from curses – Final rewards increased.]

'Yeah, I realized that the mission got more complicated, thank you!' Allen sighed with disdain.

[Allen, don't be upset. As an apology, the old man(The Will of the World) said he would try to resist your powers any longer, so he increased the Will Limiter to 175% as a maximum.]

'Tsk'

Allen didn't reject the gift, though it also felt uncomfortable, but this is due to his total power; if Allen were not so powerful, this would not happen. Although the fact that this world was so weak and fucked up had a lot to do with it.

Wednesday approached Allen, "Are you worried about this situation?"

"No, why would I be worried? why? because a mission that was supposed to be a D-rank "pick up a corpse" turned out to be a double SS "save the world" mission? I'm fine..."

"..."

"Weddy you know, in most worlds, the protagonists have a protection halo that ensures they'll never face anything truly bad. However, there's a genre where that's not the case and that's horror. In these movies, the protagonists usually die, and sometimes there are no survivors. The goal isn't to tell a story but to scare people with the idea of their own fragility. It's planting the seed that no matter what you do, everyone will die. It's stressful..."

"Don't worry we're here..." Wednesday smiled.

"Thank You... hahaha"

...

"Sir, what should we do with the passengers?" A hijacker approached Allen, his pale expression reflecting his fear and doubt after what he had just witnessed.

Allen glanced at the passengers. Many were praying, some were crying, and others were holding their heads, refusing to believe what they had seen. People weren't prepared for what they'd just witnessed.

Allen understood what he needed to do. He pulled out a Neuralyzer and stared at it for a moment. "These things could be the most important tool in "Men in Black". It prevents civilization from collapsing because, no matter what, there are things humanity can't accept, there are also things they don't want to know, things they never want to learn."

Allen stood in front of the passengers. "Ladies, gentlemen, and you too, little ones, today you saw things that completely defy your common sense. You witnessed a specter, a corrupted ghost. Your lives may never be the same again, and some of you may not be able to bear the truth...But don't think of bad or dark things, don't fear the night, don't fear what you don't understand. Even in this dark and sinister world, there are people like me who fight against such creatures..."

Allen raised his hand while everyone watched him. "But there's no need for you to worry about that."

*Flash*

The flight continued peacefully until it reached Florida, where Allen released the passengers and the pilot; the pilot had not died. He was in the bathroom locked up. However, the blood on the seat was rare as Johnny arrived after that incident.

Allen decided to put that aside for the time being; in the end, there were no incidents in Florida. Allen didn't waste time refueling, thanks to the increased Will Limiter which allowed him to use the system to refill the fuel. As an addition to the adventure, he chose Rebecca as an extra companion, since she could also pilot the plane. As for the hijackers, Allen kept them around since they were "cannon fodder."

Father Karras felt more disconnected from reality as another girl appeared beside Allen. Everything was too surreal, but in the end, he decided to believe because, before his eyes, a specter had been taken to hell.

After a quick stop in Florida, the journey continued toward Italy, now with a nearly empty plane.

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Thirteen hours had passed since the journey to the Vatican began. Father Karras spent most of the time praying, very worried because the seal on Merrin's chest was growing and now was glowing faintly red. When Allen saw this, he told him to continue praying. This might seem useless, but it wasn't.

[Good man's wishes and God's blessing – 50% reduction in the demonic contamination speed on Father Merrin.]

As an extra note, the Will Limiter had dropped to 13% during this time. According to the system, the speed at which it increases and decreases can vary. This time, by defeating the specter without powers, the Will Limiter decreased a lot.

During this time, Allen had rested for a few hours in the seats, then moved to the cockpit as Rebecca's co-pilot. The girl was very skilled, and even Allen didn't know when she had learned to fly a plane.

Everything was going well, but Allen noticed Rebecca had been very quiet.

"You really don't have to do anything, I'm glad to know that YOU haven't forgotten ME." Rebecca smiled, though there was some hidden annoyance in her tone.

"Sure..." Allen remained silent before sighing. "Are you angry?"

"No!"

It was obvious that she was. Allen knew the reason but had been avoiding it.

Kara – It was obvious Rebecca would be upset about not being chosen for this mission~

Gwen – Haha, I didn't expect any other reaction from her.

Felicia – She's definitely been holding back all this time!

Allen coughed and looked at the green-haired girl piloting the plane, clearly upset. "Becca, I didn't think much about choosing Jalter."

Rebecca growled, "Yeah, sure, let's bring a 15th-century Saint as a companion instead of the girl who knows mechanics and weapons for a mission involving shooting and driving an ice cream truck with a turret! I'M NOT MAD!"

Wednesday interrupted from behind, "Do you have any complaints about my skills, Rebecca?"

Rebecca shut her mouth. "No... no complaints..."

"Sorry, Rebecca. There will be more missions like this in the future, so don't worry."

Rebecca looked at Allen silently before nodding, "Okay, but I'll be the one getting the first attention tonight!"

"Y-you! How can you say that so blatantly!" Jalter immediately jumped in.

"Shut up, virgin!" Rebecca had no consideration for Jalter at this moment.

Allen watched the fight and wanted to stop it, but in front of him, the clouds had cleared, and they had finally arrived in Rome, Italy...

"System, you can stop blocking the radars now."

[Yes, it's fortunate that I realized if I'm subtle enough, I can interfere with the signals without raising the Will Limiter.]

"That's right, thank you."

[No problem.]

...

"Sir, we have the plane!" said an operator in the control tower of an airport.

"Where is it?!"

"It's flying over Rome, sir..."

"How is that even possible?!" The head of control immediately grabbed the radio.

– "Flight 777, we've been informed there are hijackers on board. We don't know how it crossed all of Italy without triggering any radar, but be warned, if it attempts to crash, our jets will destroy it. Over." –

There was no response...

In the control tower, only static was heard, but that was normal if Allen had destroyed the radio beforehand.

The man shook his head and then turned to the nearby military officer. "Inform the general that we're going to have to take down the plane."

"Yes, sir!"

"It's too dangerous, sir!" said an operator next to him.

"I know, but how the hell did this plane cross the entire Atlantic, enter Italy, and never get detected?"

...

"Ok, Wednesday; Rebecca and Jalter already know what to do; I'm going to go in the back and warn the others."

Allen nodded, left the cockpit, and walked to the seats. There, he saw Father Karras and handed him a parachute.

"What is this, Father Walker?"

"We're jumping!" Allen smiled and threw three parachutes to his temporary henchmen.

"What?!" Father Karras shouted in disbelief.

Allen placed a hand on Karras's shoulder, "We're practically criminals. We have to do this, or do you want us to get to the airport and have the army waiting for us?"

"No, but..."

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"Karras, I believe in you..." With that, Allen sent a message to everyone, 'Ready? Here we go!'

"Father Walker, I hear you in my head!"

Allen smiled and helped Father Karras put on the parachute and then hitched Father Merrin to Karras.

"Well, Let's go!"

With a wave of his hand, Allen placed the plane in his inventory, making the floor, walls, and ceiling disappear. This left everyone stunned, except for Jalter, Wednesday, Rebecca, and of course, Allen.

"Ahhh!"

"Use the parachute, Demis!"

Demian Karras fell with Father Merrin strapped to his body. Upon hearing Allen's voice, he pulled the cord, and a parachute opened. The man began to fall slowly in disbelief. He had just parachuted out of a disappearing plane.

"This is insane!" As Father Karras shouted, he watched everyone else descend by parachute. Looking at where everyone was turning their eyes, they were lit up with amazement. To a devout father, seeing the Vatican City from this position was so dazzling that it made him forget the situation.

"I think we should just go straight in..." Allen smiled as he looked at the Vatican, this made the Chat feel that Allen was about to do something very reckless or stupid.

Karras turned pale hearing Allen's words, but unexpectedly, a mysterious wind took them in a specific direction.

[Allen...]

'Let it be, maybe it's the will of the world.'

At one point Allen released his parachute to the incredulous gaze of everyone.

...

The sky above Rome split into a thousand shades of fire and wind. Allen descended like a white comet, his parachute waving triumphantly behind him.

The Vatican stretched below, solemn and ancient. More precisely, the epicenter of all spiritual authority: the hall where cardinals and archbishops gravely discussed the fates of the faith.

A crack, a whistle... and then—BOOM! The sacred ceiling couldn't withstand it. Colored glass and broken marble rained down upon the Church leaders, who barely had time to look up before chaos struck.

Amid the dust and light, a figure descended like a vision.

Allen landed directly on the Papal Throne.

There was a dull thud when his boots hit the ground, followed by absolute silence. A burst of energy, vibrant and pure, coursed through the room, bathing him in an almost divine glow. His hair, once black and tousled by the journey, turned a snowy white, shining like snow beneath an eternal sun.

A trembling murmur spread among the attendees. Some cardinals quickly crossed themselves. An archbishop dropped his papers to the floor, unable to tear his gaze away.

Others simply stared, dumbfounded, caught between disbelief and awe.

Allen, unfazed, elegantly shook the dust off his shoulders. He took a step forward, his movements purposefully theatrical. His trench coat billowed around him like a war banner, his smile as arrogant as it was charming.

With a firm, clear voice full of charisma, he spoke.

"I come in peace, children of God... and in search of something worthy of this magnificent entrance..." Allen smiled mischievously, not realizing his eyes had returned to being gray, "I carry the gates of Hell on my back, so who among you wants to save the world?"

The echo of his words bounced off the marble domes.

For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath.

Then, discreetly, one of the archbishops fainted, collapsing like a sack of potatoes onto the polished marble.

Allen, satisfied, smiled even more.

"What's going on? Is this how you greet your guests?" Allen sat on the Pope's throne with a smug smile, "Just so you know, I'm one of the good guys. In fact, I'm The Father of Exorcists... Allen Walker, it's a pleasure~"

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A/N: Allen as usual making the best possible entries. 🍷🗿

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