The confusion became as complex as the beings, every day is the days Eliza constantly doubt about herself. The actual purpose of her coming here, all the lessons she was taught, the routines. Most crucially, what is actually right and wrong. She at first wanted to only learn the Ruskyiev’s way of Christianity. Nevertheless, the differences seem to truly overlap with the reality of the beliefs now.

  She was endlessly wandering around, looking at the family portrait of the fallen royal families. What is the aftermath of their deaths? Is the Duke of this Basilica Castle truly the devoted heir, or does he have a hidden agenda behind? Eliza immediately took out her diary. She opens her endless pages she has written ever since she has been in this Basilica castle now and writes:

  What are these moments? Why do I feel bizarre? What was truly my purpose?

  As I kept surrounding myself here in this mystique yet big Basilica-Castle of Divulge blood, I have the feeling where I think way too many in this place are hiding something. Something that only Jesus Christ himself knows and the mother, Our Lady of Fatima. Sometimes I am unable to decide whether to live every day as the devotee, or laugh, or cry , worse, scared of these endless possibilities I am facing around me.

  Oh Jesus of Nazareth, my Lord who always held me, why do I feel as if the unrecognized misery is crippling within me? Have I sinned? For whatever the truth that only you, father and the oly spirits knows, please, spare me with some redemption of my own sense of self and kin me on the truth path I am facing.

  - Eliza, bled from St. Petersburg

  Endless amount of tears Eliza herself have wiped, due to how helpless she truly felt and how she desperately needs guidance back. “ Be patient Eliza, just one more week, and you will get your ticket back to Newark” Eliza while sobbing told herself whilst she clutching her hands against her own chest.

  Clock is striking to six o’clock now and she took her books to have a spiritual lessons with Father Viktor now and there is the perfect timing she truly need to ask for clarification from him. She walks all her way to the dome area and she sat on the larg table.

  “ Oh, you have arrive, now shall we start with our lessons?” He asked with a soft smile. Eliza could only nod her head and she began opening the book of divulge blood, purely written by him.

  The books displayed the orthodoxy drawing with cyrillic descriptions.

  “ Tsar Nikolai the Divulge blood patron, the man who died same days as his wife and his five children, sacrificed himself after all the stability he contribute for the people” Eliza read it with her gentle heart. And as she analyzed the picture, it is empress, Queen Darya of Yakutsk, the snow white of the royal family known for her pale albino hair and her angelic big round eyes. She is well known for contribution to households and her influence on fertility among women.

  For deep reasons, Eliza felt a resonance with her due to how exactly aligned her mission is just as her. She had a desire to contribute. Ever since she was born, she couldn’t help but felt the sense of desire of wanting to contribute and make a different change. One in all, she had a good purpose of her reasons.

  Eliza smiled and said “ Empress Darya was truly a good female patron” she said.

  Father Viktor smiles responded “ Indeed she is, and forever, she is loved just as much as Our Lady of Fatima is”

  “ Could you tell me how they were sacrificed?” Eliza asked.

  Father Viktor, showing no hesitation says “ Lord knows the best. They were chosen by him thus their mission in this temporary living place is done here. For whatever the matter is, we should always pray for them” Father Viktor says. Stood up with the crucifix necklace on hands and left.

  Eliza however wasn't happy with the response. Her curiosity has truly suffocated her. Thus, she wanted to know the truth behind all these mysteries. Why are they patrons? What makes them great? What is the meaning behind all this assigned mission that was supposed to be an adventure to make Chapel of Fatima an admired institution? Eliza couldn’t bear the pain of cluelessness, she straight up goes around the basilica-castle, respectfully, she does not open anything around, knowing how truly disrespectful it is to do so. She wanders around with the books given by Bishop Orlov, and she uses her pencil, scribbling notes on every facility in this Basilica-Castle to truly know the truth.

  Endlessly wandering she connecting all possibilities of theory behind these seven family members saints and miserably in the end, she think she is no longer a sane and composed as she is. She covered herself on a pillow in the room, screaming her lungs out as the head spins. As the vibration goes on, the mimicry follows her along. Long similar screams, accompanied with maniacal laughter.

  Eliza was stoned, the whole Basilica-Castle chandeliers soon were shut dimmed. She gets up slowly, breath hitches, she immediately flick a match and lay a candle and goes outside. She moves very slowly around and praying rosary in heart. She closes her eyes each time she sees pitch black and soon, she is in the darker side of the path and somehow it gets larger. Hitherto, she saw the golden mosaic podium, with pictures of Jesus and Patron Nikolai. And as she stretched her left hand that held the candles, it was the golden door.

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  She placed the candle down and wrapped the crucifix necklace around her wrist, began to pray.

  “ Father Jesus, with Our Lady of Fatima, show me the way, protect me from the whole evil and please hold my hands as I go in the way to be back to all of you.” She desperately prayed while tears fell now. She even sings the chant of Our Lady of Fatima nd endlessly does her liturgy gestures.

  Soon, the twelve-foot-tall door somehow opened a tiny bit by itself. Eliza's breath hitched the strongest and she soon have a little hope. Maybe, Jesus is showing the way to her. At the same time, it felt truly wrong as it rather felt invasive to goes into the room. It looks brighter than the rest of the Basilica-Castle.

  Eliza took her candle with her. She slowly walks to the holiest door. She took every step as she headed closer to the sacred tall door. Every step she took, she seemed to be able to see what was inside the large holy room. Perhaps this would be the first time in her entire life she would witness such deep things she would never tell anyone. And now, she is right in the very front door as she is now. She stops her way. Eliza took a deepest breath before entering as well as the liturgy. Her hands began to shake in nervousness of the unknown and then she took her first steps.

  As she enters, she was extremely jolted with surprise she dropped her candle until it dimmed down. The holiest mystery reveal wasn’t as any ordinary. What she is seeing are rather horrific and the most traumatizing of what she is seeing her whole life.

  Piles of organized dead bodies, the decomposed dried dead bodies are piling up between each other on the pews inside of this room and the dead bodies were all in holy robes for men and veiled for women, rotten and damaged palms clasp all together as if those dead bodies are praying. Eliza’s legs began to numb down as she for the good of Fatima have no idea she has come onto something as horribly unholy as it is. Her tears ran down her face and she began to weep as she is desperate to run away yet her body couldn’t move.

  Alas, she will have to face her own consequences of her own choice. The pitch silent began to break out as the sound of an old woman began to stream. Singing some unknown distorted Ruskyiev song like it's a lullaby.

  “ Come my little misha, wondering around mulberries garden. Fair little lady Misha, my moonbeam and my blessings”

  The voice kept singing. Hitherto, there reveal an old woman on corner of a spacious room full of paintings of the saints in the dark, turning her head rotated on the back, revealing such an unforgettable ugliness with the sensation of a fright. Face completely decomposed old woman yet her teeth are all razor sharp.

  “ MISHA, YOU DAUGHTER OF WHORE!!!!!” The baba yaga lunges and crawls fast, Eliza screams her lungs out reaching the edge and runs as fast as her legs reach the endless limits. She passes by each tunnel, each pathway as well as rooms. The straighter the path she is heading to, the face pops out on her face with bloody drool

  “ I WILL REAP YOUR PRETTY FACE INTO THE DITCH!!!” shouts the baba yaga imitating Mother Claudia’s voice, ready to eat Eliza.

  Eliza screams greatly to the point it scrapes her vocal cord and she turns back running much more and she cries her heart out and there she is truly helpless now. Could this place be truly demonic disguising as the holiest path now? One thing for sure she needs to get off now.

  Eliza endlessly run and runs her path out until she saw a staircase now and she climbs the narrow staircase tunnels. It was circling round and round as a merry-go-round until then she saw a small room. Eliza already loses her breath and doubt herself where she is going now. As she look down the windows, she has no end now. Right now, what is left is life or death.

  She looks down, nothing except foggy snow are down there. All to realize that she is now in the tallest tower of onion dome. The red spiral is colored. Eliza sobs harder and is shaky. She can still hear the maniacal laughter of the baba yaga and she swallowed her own spits.

  “ In the name of Father, Son and Holy spirit, whoever finds my body, please let me rest in peace in silence.” Eliza exclaimed and she walks closer to the end of the cliff. She is truly scared of death, in disbelieve at such a young age she would have to commit a sacrifice to herself. She still remembers the memories with Chapel of Fatima, Mother Claudia’s rare smiles as well as Sister Collins hugs. Forever, she is thankful for her mission now.

  “ May I be back to where I come from..” Eliza says before she swing herself slowly to fall.

  Alas, “ ELIZA!!!!!!!!!! ENOUGH WITH THE MARTYR ACT!!!!!!!” Duke Dmitri Stephanov yelled at her in Ruskyiev. Eliza screamed hysterically as she is scared of the baba yaga reaching.

  “ SHE IS TRYING TO KILL ME!!!! LET ME GO!!!!!!!” Eliza begged at the edge of desperation and Dmitri pulls her into the hugs and held her close, tight and firmly, letting the touch last a little longer before she is stabilized and finally let the tears flows down and cried her heart out of relief.

  Dmitri tightens the touch, rubs her back in circulation whilst responding, “It's alright, beloved, let it all go. I will never let you return to the afterlife ever again…” Dmitri sworn with his heart. Eyes are pitch black with reddening pupils eyes. Bloody tears flowing down

  Soon, the similar baba yaga footsteps coming in, Eliza who was still freshly traumatized hid her face closer. The closer the baba yaga steps goes, it somehow accompanied with familiar nurturing voice. “ Eliza!! Oh good Jesus, there you are… Oh dear, you truly are hurt is it?” Olga said, holding her close. She smells faintly of violet roses and some butterfly scent and she rubs her head in circulation. Alas, the rest of other members, Kion Nazar who claimed he followed Dmitri, Vladimir Orlov who claimed the lights all went off that it scares him, Anton Kaminsky who is reserved, Sister Swetlana who as usual silence, Father Viktor who says he was asleep were all gathered, witnessing how truly vulnerable Eliza is now.

  “ There we get you clean up” Olga says.

  Olga helped out bathing the traumatized Eliza and scrub her body very smoothly accompany with mashed roses as body cream and soon wiped her body and helped put night nightdress on her. She as well help out feed her soup she had made and then put her to sleep.

  “ Sleep well, misha,” Olga lovingly said. Soon as she left the room she smirked. Completely her eyes went to pitched-blakened purple and she told the rest of the members who were waiting with “ we had place such great burden on her, let it rest now.” Olga said and she walks away.

  “ Good savior when will I get to taste her now!?” Vladimir exclaimed and then Father Viktor slitted his wrist. “ Step back, Eliza is our master’s, she is off limits” he sternly said with sight of growl.