The day of the mass has somehow becoming sister Eliza’s last sunday mass. She sits on pew, following prayers as usual. Father Viktor reciting prayers whilst swinging the thurible. Swaying as if it is a pendulum of sanctity, releasing its ghostly smoke that coiled towards the stained glass, whispering prayers in silver vapors.

  “ Hallelujah…” Sister Eliza says, smiling widely. The holy blood is sprinkled throughout all guests members of the church inside of the Basilica-Castle of Divulge blood. Eliza is used to the sunday rituals at this point, knowing too well it is a custom she was taught. She couldn’t believe she is going back to New Jersey tomorrow. Yet, she now spending her last moments in this church, praying for her own safety to arrive by the Chapel’s side and she couldn’t wait for the story of her journey she will tell the Chapel members.

  A day tomorrow is the last Ruskyiev’s christianity sources with Bishop Vladimir and Father Viktor. Today she is learning the orthodoxy old journal that is very useful for rituals as well as guide to life. The learning process had always been truly rewarding. As the class ended, Eliza closed up her books and Father Viktor asked

  “ Going back to America today,?” He asked, smiling gently

  “ Oh well, indeed I am today. My mission has come to an end eventually,” She said sincerely

  “ Surely Basilica-Castle of Divulge blood will miss you,” He said as if he is a proud father watching how much she had grown.

  “ Remember, all you learn from here, not only you can spread to the world, but also you get to buried all these knowledge in your heart until the day Lord has decided to take you, so use it wisely” Father Viktor advised, almost sound as fatherly as he is.

  “ Thank you, father. I am certain I will keep it. Anyways, you should come visit me in America! It is an amazing place and I would invite you to my chapel!” She said excitedly.

  “ When Lord permitted me,” Father Viktor said, chucklling. “ You see I have been quiet busy but I would surely try,” Father Viktor sincerely said. Somehow, Dmitri peek from behind, one eye hyper-focusing like a madman observing her actions.

  There Eliza has packed up her entire luggages and is ready to leave Basilica-Church to the the harbour. She is in her long brown coat with a hat and she took a long inhalation of fresh air as she is about to step out. She goes to where the members of the Basilica-Castle gathered and she smiles to everyone.

  “ With all my heart, thank you very much, your highness Duke Dmitri on letting me stayed here as well as be patient, Bishop Vladimir Orlov for teaching me the orthodoxy resources, sister Swetlana Yulian for hospitality, Father Viktor Sokolov for spiritual lessons, Mr Kion Nazar for ethics, Mr Anton Kaminsky for relics lessons, and sister Olga Katerina, you are the best sister I have ever met, thank you very much,” Eliza wholeheartedly thankful for everything.

  She is ready to lift her bags to leave the Basilica-Castle exit door. She took a one step to leave. Just as she did, Olga blocked her way out “ Oh well, sister Eliza, I am afraid, you shall not leave…” She said, in a sweetest smile with malice hidden underneath.

  “ Oh what, haha, what do you mean? That is a good joke you thrown there…” Eliza says feeling cheerful.

  “ No, Eliza, this isn’t a funny business…. We wouldn’t let you leave” she said again, precise and clear.

  “ Well, you see here young lady, all of us, the Duke which is me, my assistants as well as the rest of members here have waited for our moment now,” Duke Dmitri Stephanov says, as he head closer to Eliza now.

  “ W-what do you mean? I need to go! I will be late! My chapel is waiting for me to deliver the knowledges and advance the Chapel as higher institution! They needed me, please!” Eliza begged, she felt her heart wrenching and is in deep fear.

  She was lied to, manipulated, used and fooled throughout the whole time of her journey from beginning until the end now, never she thought, this is how it truly ends.

  “ Needed you? AHAHAHAHAHA, what a sweet naive little Eliza Kalinin, well to be precise to you, do you want to know why Swetlana enters your room?” Duke Dmitri questioned her to guess.

  “ W-why?” she said, in tears now.

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  Mr Kion Nazar steps in, speaking for her “ She was commanded by our highness to mailed all te sources to Chapel of Fatima,” He said, the gentleman demeanor turning maniac now.

  “ To add more, we also informed to the Chapel that you were no longer interested to go back and that you are eternally happier here and decided to quit the Chapel, yes Eliza, no matter how much you try to get their trust and correct them, I, have all the power to make my words believable. The chapel will succeed without you, Eliza…” The duke with higher pride he has been keeping said, his eyes slowly turning blackened and his pupils reddened.

  Eliza tries to use garlic and stake she kept and Duke Dmitri laughs maniacally “ Oh you fool, do you really believe that worked on me? I can’t die, Eliza” He said with the hitching breath and he slightly inserts his chest into the stake, showing nothing.

  “ I have been waiting to eat this misha so bad…” Bishop Orlov said, now drooling blood.

  Everyone around eyes turns black eyed peas and pupils became bloody red while Olga’s pupil is deep purple, enough to make Eliza screamed. Alas, their true color has revealed when everyone are truly are vampires as they had long, thickened and deadly fangs, enough to kill endless men and women.

  Eliza tries to slid herself way just to get caught in the end. She was restrained very hard, Eliza screamed her lungs out, the scream became limitless Eliza’s vocal cord are at age.

  The seven of the vampires pulled her to the church, and the rest of the members of Basilica-castle followed. Olga threw Eliza on the pile of dead bodies on the holy site of the church. The statue of christ bled out, statue Our Lady of Fatima become demonic entity watching her being tortured.

  Eliza yelled “ STOP! LET GO! PLEASE- !!!” She screamed, very helpless and she had nowhere to do. She screamed and those horrified sounds becoming much hysterical as right now, she is being precisely placed on the church marble’s stage.

  Her dress she was supposedly go home is now completely shredded off by those monsters. Vladimir tries to lick her but tongue sliced by Dmitri’s claws accompany with growl not to touch her. The vampires sniffs her body that is being purely stripped. All Eliza could do is just doing prayer of Rosary that this is the end of her life yet she couldn’t stop agonizing her screams.

  Dmitri restraint her arms and legs, sniffing every inch of her body and those reddening bloody eyes stares into her. Alas, he opened his mouth, revealing those horrendous looking fangs and he bites Eliza’s neck, digging into the skin, flesh and finally vessels.

  He sucked out her blood whilst transmitting the venoms inside of her body. Eliza tries kick them off and she runs away. She runs all around hall, finding on where the exit is. She held her neck that is now scarred and bleeding.

  The more she passed by areas, she could see a lot of the members of this Basilica-Castle were watching her from behind. She set her adrenaline rush to run faster each time she sees any of them. The hours have ticking by, the sensation of herself deteriorating, as if her body is becoming weak.

  Eliza feel the scar and she notice, it is rotten up. She tries to run faster but the visions had cause her to forgetting paths. Slowly and slowly, Eliza fell down, laying on the main arena of the Castle. The slow venom transmitting has leaving her becoming in agony.

  Every flow of te venom felt like a poison pssing through her body, the energy drastically runs out to the point she couldn’t get up and visions? They were flashing.

  Dmitri observes her alone. He stayed by her side. Eliza is groaning, moaning and wailing from the heating pain that is rushing to slowly annihilate her organs. She started growls in the most demonic tone, the nails which is always pure white started turning blackened-purple yet it grows claws. Her teeth grow fangs while she screeches to the edge.

  Finally,her blue night eyes that has always been blue is now red as blood. She gets up and wails in the whole Basilica-Castle that the bats around flew messily. The newborn vampire has been born. Eliza crawls on the floor surprisingly very fast and she started lunges at the statues but was stopped by Dmitri himself, restrained her very close.

  Dmitri slits his own wrist, blood dripping down as waterfall and he lend the bloody wrist to Eliza to devour. She slurps the blood as a hungry beast of blood she is and she continues to stay closed as she focuses on consuming the source for survival.

  “ My dear beloved Eliza, who was my Darya…” He said, holding her head and stared at her widened red eyes.

  His eyes started crying blood. He sobs gently as a sensitive man and he smiles as the bloody tears keeps flowing down.

  “ My dearest, my lifetime… I finally reunited with you…” He said.

  “ What is this mean..” Eliza asked in her beastful voice.

  He wiped his bloodied tears and tells her “ I was, Tsar Nikolai… that sacrificed emperor who is a saint. You, you were my beloved, my wife and mother of our five children, you were Darya.. The queen of the snow, Darya of Yakutsk… We lived our lovely and sanctuary glorious life together as a family of royalty. I still remember your past lives laughter, smile, pain, cry as well as your favorite things, each of them..” He said, now truly at edge of his emotions.

  “ What happened to us?” Eliza asked weakly, the pure watery tears turns blood as she wept.

  “ The night when we were sleeping, awaiting for tomorrow’s exciting day with our children, became our last… T-they…T-they told us they will move us to somewhere safe… b-but…” Dmitri heart grew out vengeful as he kept speaking.

  “ They killed us………… with those bullets…..T-they took you and our children away from me…… T-they left nothing but misery to me… W-we were buried right here in this beastful sacred in disguise place…b-but I was the only one reformed demiseless in different anthrophonic form through the demiseless curse…” in demonic tone he tearfully said

  “ I waited, I have waited for 205 years, Eliza…. I waited for the moment I could reunite with you again just like during your first lives.” He admitted and hugged her as tight as he could, as the touch gets firmer, He started to reveal his power ability, he hold the newborn closed, now floating above the floor , height reaching the building.

  “ I swear in the name of the Saints of Divulge blood, I would never let you go ever again…. Not even in another centuries to come.” he sworn.