The Blonde Exorcist (CH 1)

A/N: This story is rated M for mature content not suitable for children.

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Chapter 1: The Vatican’s Secret

Italy - ???

Night

"Curse it, I need to escape," a man muttered as he sprinted through the quiet streets of Italy under the cover of night. With dark hair and clad in a suit, he would likely be considered handsome by many women, if not for the unsettling glow of his crimson eyes. "How did that exorcist track me down? I was so careful to avoid attracting attention."

The man dashed through narrow passageways, colliding with pedestrians in a frantic effort to evade his pursuer. Unbeknownst to him, a blonde man clad in priestly robes was steadily approaching, keeping the crimson-eyed man in his sight at all times.

"You refer to your actions as 'avoiding attracting attention', demon," a voice echoed from behind the man with crimson eyes, who, in his frantic bid to flee, had ended up in a deserted part of the city that was still being built. There was no one around. "You, who lure pure-hearted women only to violate them and take their souls."

"Those women choose to come to me of their own accord," the man, now revealed to be a demon, yelled, his once handsome features contorting to reveal his true sinister form. "Now step aside, Naruto Uzumaki, or I will take your life as well and pull your soul down to hell."

Naruto gazed intently at the demon, employing his spiritual vision to perceive its actual form rather than the guise of the man it was controlling. The creature appeared as a monstrous beast with three heads: one resembling a striking man, another a lion, and the third a vulture. Meanwhile, the soul of the human host cried out for help, suffering in the deepest recesses of his mind and spirit.

"Ah, so you’re familiar with me, demon," Naruto responded, his expression blank. He understood that if demons were aware of him, it likely spelled trouble, but it also indicated that they recognized him as a significant threat, which meant he was making an impact. "Hahaha, no woman would ever choose you once they discover your true nature, and don't kid yourself—I know exactly how you treat those who turn you down."

Naruto erupted into mocking laughter at the demon, inciting a furious howl from the unholy creature as it lunged at him in anger. However, the demon soon realized that Naruto was far from the defenseless women it had preyed upon in the past.

Divine Protection Activate

A radiant aura of divine energy enveloped the Uzumaki, surrounding him like protective armor. To an ordinary human, this transformation would go unnoticed, but for demons or other supernatural beings, it was as if Naruto had become a radiant sun.

Naruto closed his eyes. He didn't need hand signs for this power. He just needed will.

He pressed his hands together in a posture of profound concentration, his lips moving silently. He was summoning a barrier.

“Healer of Souls, Protector of the Innocent, cast out this shadow! Shōkyo no Kekkai! — Barrier of Eradication!"

A dazzling, white-gold radiance burst forth from his hands, sending forth a concentrated stream of divine energy. The Demon let out a piercing scream that resonated through the ancient structures, causing them to tremble. As the light made contact, the creature didn’t simply burn away; it completely disintegrated, disappearing into oblivion instead of dissipating into smoke. What remained was the lifeless body of the human host, accompanied by the fresh aroma of ozone and a sense of purified air.

"May your spirit rest in peace in Heaven," Naruto offered a brief prayer for the late demon host. His name was Richard Decol, a self-made millionaire who amassed his wealth through real estate and astute investments. Two years ago, his wife, Lisa Decol, passed away from cancer, and that loss became the opportunity for the demon to seize control of his unfortunate soul.

Demonic possession is a gradual process that unfolds over time and involves various stages. Typically, demons tend to focus on individuals with weaker wills, particularly those who have experienced trauma. They often exploit these vulnerabilities by tempting individuals with their deepest desires. Naruto could envision the demon tempting Richard with the promise of bringing his wife back, but that was an impossibility; Lisa was deceased and in God's care.

The process of demonic possession begins with Infestation, progresses to Oppression, moves on to Obsession, and ultimately culminates in Possession.

Infestation: this is the “haunted house” stage: footsteps, voices, apparitions, furniture or other objects moving without human agency, odors with no discernible source. Rather than directly affecting people, infestations affect only property, objects, or even animals.

Oppression is the next phase, where the intensity increases with physical assaults, sleep issues characterized by recurring nightmares, persistent and serious health problems, significant depression or anxiety, critical financial or job-related difficulties, and issues in personal relationships. Although such challenges can occur during life’s normal events, experiencing them simultaneously or in quick succession may indicate the influence of a demonic presence.

In the third stage Obsession, as the name suggests, the individual struggles to carry out daily activities due to a persistent fixation on the demonic influences dominating their life. This stage is often accompanied by frequent suicidal thoughts, making sleep extremely difficult to achieve.

The last stage, known as Possession, is often misunderstood. Contrary to common belief, it does not involve demons overtaking someone's body and soul. Instead, an individual's free will remains intact, although it is significantly weakened. During possession, a person has typically been so thoroughly weakened—physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually—through the previous three stages that demonic entities can intermittently influence their behavior.

"I need to go back and update Father Matteo," Naruto said, taking out his phone to inform superiors about the successful completion of his mission and to organize the retrieval of Richard Decol's body for a respectful Christian burial.

New York City

Mount Olympus - The Throne Room.

Far above Manhattan, where the mortal smog turned to golden mist and mortal eyes could no longer see, Olympus stirred.

The thrones of the gods stood in their usual semi-circle of grandeur—twelve seats of impossible size and power, each humming with a distinct divine resonance. Yet the air tonight was heavy, sharp with unease.

The hearth in the center flickered violently, reacting to something far beyond Olympus’ walls.

Hestia, sitting quietly beside the fire, was the first to look up. “Do you sense that?” she murmured, her serene tone slicing through the tension like a gentle wave in calm waters. “A radiant has appeared in the mortal world.”

Across the chamber, Athena’s gray eyes narrowed, her fingers stilling on the edge of her throne. “Bright,” she murmured, “but not divine like us. It’s an unfamiliar resonance—structured, balanced, disciplined. Yet… incorruptibly pure.”

Ares slammed his fist on his armrest. “I felt it too. A flash—like sunlight through blood. Whoever it is, they’ve got power. A lot of it.”

Zeus’s thunderous voice broke through the murmurs. “Silence.” The King of the Gods leaned forward, lightning crawling lazily across his beard. “This power. It touched the barrier of Camp Half-Blood. The wards trembled for the first time in decades.”

Apollo’s golden aura flickered, his usual grin replaced with rare seriousness. “That wasn’t just light,” he said. “It was holy. But not ours. The frequency doesn’t match any known divine spectrum—Greek, Roman, or otherwise.”

Hades’ shadow coalesced on the edge of the room, his cold eyes unreadable. “I felt it in the Underworld,” he said flatly. “For a moment, the souls trembled. The light brushed against the Veil—it purified it. Whatever this being is, it has power over both the living and the dead.”

That revelation silenced even Zeus.

Poseidon leaned forward, his sea-green eyes thoughtful. “Could it be an angelic presence? Something from the older orders—those who predate even us?”

Athena shook her head. “No. It feels human… yet transcendent. A mortal who carries divine-like resonance without being bound to a god.”

Hermes, perched on the edge of his throne, whistled low. “So, not one of ours. That’s a problem.”

Artemis spoke next, her tone sharp. “It appeared somewhere overseas in Italy, I think, near the mortal center of spiritual activity, the Vatican City. If the light interacts with our barriers, it could disrupt divine balance—or worse, attract the old things that linger beyond fate.”

Zeus’s gaze darkened. “We cannot allow that.”

Before another god could answer, Apollo stiffened. His eyes rolled back, his irises turning molten gold as a sharp breath tore from his chest. The air around him shimmered with heat and music—notes of a prophecy forcing themselves through divine flesh.

When he spoke, his voice was layered, distant, and ancient.

“From a world of blades and broken seals,

A soul reborn the heavens feels.

Neither god, nor ghost, nor man,

He walks where faith and ruin span.

The light of healing, pure and wild,

Will cleanse what gods have long defiled.

A demon’s bane, an angel’s friend,

The Exorcist brings the final end.”

The vision released him, and Apollo slumped forward, gasping. Steam curled off his skin, his eyes flickering back to normal. The silence in the hall was total.

“An Exorcist,” Athena repeated softly, her tone part curiosity, part concern. “A title from Christian mortal faith. A warrior of spirit and sanctity.”

Apollo rubbed the back of his neck, pale and shaken. “That’s what he called himself… in the vision. He doesn’t serve our pantheon. His power burns with sunlight, but it isn’t divine—it’s earned. He’s something between man and messenger.”

Ares reclined with a smirk that didn't quite reflect any genuine amusement. "A human slaying demons, is it? That sounds intriguing. However, what can we do about it? He's operating outside our realm and within the realm of the biblical God."

Hades' shadow expanded, his chilling aura enveloping the hall. "There’s not much we can do at the moment, but if Apollo's prophecy is accurate, this exorcist will arrive here soon. My son Nico will be able to assist in capturing or, if necessary, eliminating the exorcist."

"Don't leave my daughter out of the fun; I’ll send Clarisse too,” Ares said, his smile as willing as he could muster, as he could almost smell the scent of war in the air.

Athena’s expression hardened. “If he is an Exorcist, then he deals with the unseen—entities that even our kind cannot easily name. He may not be foe, but his presence disturbs the balance. Watch him carefully.”

Zeus stood tall, his thunderbolt buzzing in his hand. "Alright then. When the moment arrives, let the offspring of battle and demise unite in their pursuit. Seek out the Exorcist. If his light signifies peace, escort him to Olympus. But if it heralds conflict—"

The lightning in his hand flared. “—then Olympus will answer in kind.”

The thrones glowed one by one as their occupants vanished in bursts of elemental power, leaving the chamber silent except for the crackling hearthfire and the whisper of Hestia’s voice.

“It is not war that approaches,” she murmured to the empty air. “It is change. And change rarely comes quietly.”

Vatican City

The ancient bells of St. Peter’s Basilica had long since fallen silent, but the Vatican never truly slept. Beneath its marble corridors and Renaissance frescoes lay another world—a labyrinth of catacombs, archives, and sealed chambers known only to the Order of the Sanctum Exorcista.

Naruto Uzumaki descended the spiral staircase in silence, his footsteps echoing against cold stone. The air smelled of incense and sanctified oil, but beneath it lingered the faintest trace of sulfur—the scent of recent battle. His coat, still scorched at the edges from divine discharge, fluttered lightly as he walked.

Two Swiss Guards stood at the threshold of the restricted sector, halberds crossed.

“Identification,” one of them demanded, voice clipped and professional.

Naruto reached into his coat and withdrew a small, silver medallion embossed with a six-winged cross—the mark of the Vatican Exorcist Corps, Division XIII.

The guards immediately uncrossed their weapons and bowed slightly.

“Welcome back, Exorcist Uzumaki,” the other said. “Father Matteo is waiting for you in the sanctum.”

Naruto nodded wordlessly and passed through.

The deeper he went, the quieter it became. The world above—the prayers, the choir, the pilgrims—faded into whispers. Down here, beneath the heart of Christendom, reality itself felt thinner, like a veil stretched over something vast and unseen. He’d been in these tunnels many times, but tonight, even the walls seemed to breathe differently. Something was stirring.

He stopped at a heavy iron door inscribed with the words “Et Lux in Tenebris Lucet”—the light shines in the darkness.

Naruto pressed his palm against the sigil. The engraving pulsed softly in response, scanning the divine resonance of his aura. The door groaned open, revealing a candle-lit chamber lined with relics: silver blades, holy seals, the skulls of saints encased in crystal.

At the center of the chamber stood Father Matteo De Luca, the Vatican’s High Exorcist. Age had turned his hair white, but his eyes were as sharp as polished steel. He wore no mitre, only a simple cassock and a rosary wound tightly around his wrist like a chain.

“Richard Decol’s case is closed,” Naruto reported, handing over a data tablet containing his mission logs. “The demon was classified as a mid-tier Tempter-class entity—Codename Azazel Fragment 04. It was eradicated completely. Host deceased, but soul released.”

Father Matteo nodded slowly, scanning the data. “You purified the host’s essence instead of merely exorcising the parasite. That’s… unusual efficiency.” His gaze lifted, heavy with implication. “But you already know the consequences, don’t you?”

Naruto’s jaw tightened. “Yes, Father. Every purification accelerates the erosion.”

Matteo sighed. “Your life force has gotten weaker. You burn too brightly, Naruto. Human vessels are not meant to channel divine energy directly.”

Naruto shrugged faintly. “If it keeps souls out of Hell, I’ll burn as long as I have to.”

The old priest smiled, faintly sad. “Spoken like a true martyr.”

He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a sealed folder marked “Eyes Only – Sanctum Level Omega.” The Vatican’s crest gleamed in red wax.

“New orders?” Naruto asked.

Matteo’s expression darkened. “Not orders. A revelation.”

He opened the folder. Inside was a series of satellite photographs—grainy, but unmistakable. In each image, an expanding flare of golden light rose over northern Italy, visible even from orbit.

“This was captured during your mission,” Matteo said. “Your barrier registered on divine frequency charts worldwide. The pulse reached as far as… the Aegean Sea.”

Naruto frowned. “That far?”

“Yes.” The priest’s voice dropped. “And it didn’t go unnoticed.”

He tapped another photo—this one, an infrared capture from New York City. The flare of Naruto’s barrier energy was overlaid by a strange secondary signature: harmonic, rhythmic, almost musical.

“Unknown pantheon resonance,” Matteo said. “Old. Pre-Christian.”

"Greek," Naruto speculated, sensing instinctively that deities from other pantheons were real. He had a hunch, based on the architecture he was seeing in the photos, that they were either Greek or Roman.

Matteo tilted his head slightly. "The Council of Twelve has sensed your presence. Olympus is now conscious of your abilities, although I’m not sure they are familiar with you personally."

Naruto exhaled slowly through his nose, his eyes narrowing. “So those pagan gods still breathe.”

“They’ve always been there,” Matteo said. “The change is that they’re finally paying attention to us now.”

For an extended period, they remained silent, the only sound being the soft dripping of condensation from the arched ceiling.

At last, Matteo addressed the group once more. “We has chosen to take proactive measures. We have received a message from His Holiness. You are to stay on alert—remain in Rome, no farther. You will wait for instructions from the Curia Angelica.”

Naruto raised a brow. “The Angelic Bureau? They haven’t been active since the Crusades.”

“They are now,” Matteo said grimly. “When Olympus stirs, Heaven watches.”

Naruto folded his arms. “And Hell?”

Matteo’s eyes flicked to the crucifix above his desk. “Hell is patient. It waits for us to lose focus.”

Later That Morning

Vatican Gardens - Restricted Section

The first rays of dawn were just piercing the mist as Naruto stood among the olive trees, sipping from a mug of bitter coffee. Birds sang from distant rooftops, and the faint bells of early Mass tolled from St. Peter’s. It might have been peaceful—if not for the tension coiling in his chest.

Naruto felt it before he saw her: a ripple of divine energy, soft but undeniable.

“Still drinking that mortal poison, I see,” came a melodic voice behind him.

Naruto didn’t turn. “You’re one to talk, Gabriel.”

A woman in flowing white robes appeared beside him, her bare feet not touching the grass. Her eyes were luminous gold, her hair like woven sunlight. Archangel Gabriel, envoy of the Curia Angelica, and one of Heaven’s liaison agents to the Vatican.

“You look older,” she teased gently. “That human body is wearing down faster than I expected.”

“Too many field missions,” Naruto muttered. “You angels could try doing some of the dirty work yourselves.”

Gabriel’s smile faded slightly. “You know the covenant prevents us from direct interference. Only mortals can cleanse mortal sin.”

“Convenient excuse,” Naruto said, finishing his coffee. “So what does Heaven want now?”

She extended her hand, revealing a small, crystal sphere that pulsed faintly with golden light. “A new assignment. One not sanctioned by the Vatican.”

Naruto frowned. “Unofficial?”

“Unrecorded,” she corrected. “A celestial summons.”

He stared at her. “Meaning?”

Gabriel’s tone grew solemn. “A convergence point is forming—energy resonance between divine and infernal planes. The last time this occurred was before the Great Flood. Olympus felt your purification in Italy because your light bridged frequencies not used in over four millennia.”

Naruto ran a hand through his hair. “So my existence just broke the cosmic firewall.”

“Not exactly,” Gabriel said, her voice low. “It revealed you. To them.”

She waved her hand over the crystal sphere. An image materialized in midair—a glowing map of the Earth. Threads of golden and black light intertwined across Europe, converging into a pulsing knot centered near Mount Etna, Sicily.

“That’s the convergence,” she said. “Energy readings indicate both demonic and divine interference.”

Naruto’s gaze hardened. “So Olympus isn’t the only one reacting.”

“No,” Gabriel replied. “Something older than Olympus stirs beneath that mountain. The Archangels believe it’s a Seal Fragment—one of the Seven Locks of Eden.”

Naruto’s breath caught. “Those were myths.”

“So are demons,” she said quietly. “Until you started burning them.”

Two Hours Later

Aboard a Vatican Helicopter – En Route to Sicily

The rotors cut through the morning air, carrying Naruto across the shimmering waters of the Tyrrhenian Sea. From above, the coastline looked serene—a picturesque paradise of cliffs, vineyards, and sunlit domes. But he could feel it, deep beneath the earth: a vibration, subtle yet immense, like a sleeping god turning in its grave.

He reached into his coat pocket and retrieved the crystal Gabriel had given him. It pulsed faintly with light, synchronized with his heartbeat. Through it, he could sense the spiritual turbulence ahead.

He wasn’t alone on the flight. Across from him sat a young woman in Vatican combat gear, her black hair tied in a braid. The crest on her shoulder read Division VII – Demonology Research.

“Agent Celes Orsini,” she said, extending a gloved hand. “I was told to assist you.”

Naruto shook it. “Division XIII doesn’t usually collaborate with research branches.”

She smiled faintly. “This isn’t a usual mission. The Pope himself ordered inter-division coordination.”

Naruto leaned back. “That bad, huh?”

Celes nodded, eyes distant. “We’ve intercepted chatter from Olympus. They’ve sent agents—half-mortal, half-divine. Demigods.”

Naruto frowned. “For the convergence?”

“Possibly. Or for you.” Celeste replied with a grim expression.

The helicopter jolted slightly as it descended toward the Sicilian coast. Through the window, Naruto saw it: Mount Etna, wreathed in silver mist, its crater glowing faintly—not red like magma, but gold.

“That’s not natural,” Celes murmured.

“No,” Naruto agreed, his hand closing around the cross at his neck. “That’s a summons.”

The helicopter landed near an abandoned monastery carved into the hillside. The air was thick with energy—holy and unholy, clashing in unseen waves. As Naruto stepped onto the ground, the hairs on his arms rose.

The convergence was near.

Beneath Mount Etna — Later That Night

They found the entrance hidden beneath the monastery’s altar -a spiral staircase leading into darkness. The deeper they descended, the warmer the air became, tinged with the scent of sulfur and ozone.

Symbols older than Latin glowed faintly on the walls -runic inscriptions that shifted and shimmered as though alive. Naruto traced one with his fingers, feeling a sharp pulse of power.

“Greek,” Celes whispered. “Pre-Hellenic, even. Could this be-?”

She stopped when Naruto raised a hand.

He heard voices and they weren’t human.

The two pressed against the wall, listening. From the chamber below came the sound of rhythmic chanting—deep, melodic, and utterly alien. A group stood around a stone dais, their robes marked with a sigil Naruto hadn’t seen in centuries: a serpent devouring its own heart.

He felt his blood chill. “Cult of Ophion.”

She stopped when Naruto raised a hand. He heard voices and they were not human.

Before Naruto could reply, the chamber erupted in golden light. A thunderous voice rang out—clear, resonant, divine.

“Enough.” a voice declared interrupting the ritual the cult was attempting.

The cultists fell to their knees from the pressure in the air, a figure stepped into view—a young man with windswept black hair and eyes like burning sunfire. His very presence distorted the air, divine power rolling off him in waves.

Naruto recognized the aura instantly.

“Demigod,” he muttered. “Son of Apollo.”

The demigod looked up, his gaze locking onto Naruto’s position. “You shouldn’t have come here, Exorcist.”

Naruto stepped out of the shadows, unflinching. “Neither should you.”

For a heartbeat, silence hung between them—heavenlight and sunlight staring each other down in the dark heart of the mountain.

Then the mountain rumbled.

The seal below them shattered, releasing streams of glowing liquid over the stone surface. From the opening, a presence began to move - a sound more ancient than words.

Naruto swiftly reached for the rosary on his wrist and shouted, "Celes - move away!"

She didn’t move fast enough. A tendril of golden-black energy lashed upward, striking her across the chest. She screamed as divine and demonic essence tore at her soul.

Naruto didn’t think. He invoked his power.

“Shōkyo no Kekkai—Heaven’s Wrath!”

The chamber exploded in light. The demigod shielded his eyes as holy fire surged through the fissure, forcing the tendrils back. For a moment, the seal held.

Naruto dropped to one knee, breathing hard. “Damn it… whatever’s down there isn’t supposed to exist.”

The demigod’s voice was tight with awe—and fear. “Then why does it have both Heaven’s and Olympus’ light?”

Naruto's gaze met that of the demigod, and in that instant, they forged a bond that unveiled a mutual understanding, as if an inner spark was igniting within them. Whatever was coming to life was a power that surpassed the realms of both Heaven and Hell.

Chapter End

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A/N: Naruto finds himself reborn in the world of Percy Jackson as an exorcist, where he now has teams up with a mysterious demigod to confront an unseen enemy. Will he emerge victorious, or will he be defeated? I hope you enjoy the story, and see you next time!