Inside the gloomy church, pale moonlight pierced through the colorful stained glass, illuminating a scene where former grandeur had faded into a uniform pallor.
The twelve stone chairs were empty, yet the translucent body of pure malice had already opened its pitch-black eyes.
The "Black Goat" malignant will had no fixed form; skulls and vengeful spirits hung from its twisted horns of condensed malevolence, silently roaring.
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