Eliza walks into the entrance of Basilica-Castle again, drenched in blood that was a result from her devouring the revenants, which is almost relatively demiseless as vampires but still different as revenants are skeletons while vampires were just humanized creatures. Eliza has becoming what it is considered by the demiseless level as , the cannibalistic beast of blood.

  Swetlana appeared before her, pulling her to get rid of the dress she is wearing, soaked in blood and dirty as well from being buried deadless.

  “ The filth shall not concealed with the blood..” Swetlana whispers, almost audible.

  Eliza changed herself into the gown Swetlana prepared for her. She wore the crucifix made of bones coated with the mosaic and her eyes glow red as if she defies to back down yet the naivety lingers.

  Dmitri sat on the podium, tha man is in the red velvet trench coat, with the frill white bows in front, his long red hair reflected from the light flashed through the biblical windows of the Chistyakov’s royal family, the martyrs.

  “ Well, well, an inferior beauty has come back again…Just like the faithful and devoted Eliza you are, is it?” Dmitri says with the hint of giggles yet disbelieve when Eliza can finally rise again after she was mauled by the revenants, that’s supposedly be deadly for newborns. His sociopathic side of his demiseless mind spoke to him, ordering his head to make Eliza as his slave.

  Dmitri held Eliza’s chin, looks at her face and he started to take a gentle whiff of her. The body of her smells like the faint of rotting flesh, metallic blood but above all? It smells rather like roses. He looks at her, the glimpse of the ancient memories comes again… He feels her body and it almost challenged his own ego as he could feel the exact snowy temperature. The temperature of the endless snow of Oymyakon.

  His eyes almost piled up blood but this time, it feels rather vengeful. He grasps his eyelid shut with his chest rising and descending up and down before he speaks up “ You are no less than slave, a classic Eliza Kalinin, a coy rebel, devout, kindhearted, compassionate yet a desperate servant of Jesus with Mother Fatima who only need the Lord when she attempt to committing sins, what a feeble, insufferable and easy to demolish you are……” Dmitri says with all his heart, starting to laugh and pulled Eliza by hair.

  “ Don’t think you can half-arse finding your Lord again, You are nothing but created to serve only me….” Dmitri says and thrown her on floor.

  “ BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA ELIZA KNEW HER POSITION! VERY AMUSING” Vladimir says, Eliza tries to go seek Viktor and Viktor coud only stay silence for a moment before delivering a heart-wrenching statement “ Obey is one way of you not to end up as a sinner…” He says and walks away. Anton Kaminsky, the other passerby, only watches and he kneels down, saying “ Jesus died for our sins and the saint sadistically sacrificed themselves after swearing they were God’s servant, why don’t you do the same? Aren’t you just devout as you are, dear Eliza?” Anton says before he walks away.

  Eliza felt the reality finally aligns with her. She looks around her and as she look at the balcony, she saw Kion Nazar, who only watches and walks away. She at the same time still believes this is maybe still a test from the one created her. She kept witheld those beliefs and at the same time, she thought to herself “ well, it is too late, now..” Eliza said with surrendering tone.

  Eliza felt truly baffled by those words, she was rather in disbelief. Isn’t it her faith supposed to protect her? At what cost does this fulfilling trip to be closer with Jesus she has bringing for? For all she knows, she never knew such a spontaneous Bishop turns out to be beast and the act of Dmitri as she realized, were rather, a sinister behind those who supposed to lead the humans to true path.

  By midnight, the moon turned blood. Eliza were tied on the statues of the Chistyakov savior, tied through her neck and instead of it instantly kills her, it made her rather trapped, painless. On the other hand, her wrist, legs and chest were chained with the thickened liquid holy water coated around it causing her to be burnt as it was taken from boiling thick liquid that’s strong enough to cause agonizing pain.

  Viktor goes near her, reciting some Ruskyiev’s cyrillic blood rituals in the name of God and the saviors before he took a blade and measurably create a blood lining on Eliza’s neck. Eliza growls in slow demonizing tone and it made Olga laughed while she mocked “ poor Eliza, she truly hid herself inside” She says yet with a tone of guilt as well as if she seems to be sympathizing with her and Olga left with her butterflies.

  Dmitri forcefully held her chin and in coldest voice asking “ submit to me or I will show you the last moments before i perish you into ashes” He said before pushing back her chin. Eliza felt the blood pooled behind her eyes and almost as if she is truly experiencing the vampiric tears.

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  “ I-I will do s you instructed…” Eliza finally surrendering herself.

  Dmitri release her from the tied knots and he hold his whip, made of the heating mosaic and he swing the whip on Eliza, “ crawl, now you filth slave!” He sternly commanded, causing Eliza to immediately does as he says.

  “ Y-yes, master….” She submitted herself and she crawls randomly in which worsening the situation.

  Second, third, fourth and fifth whip “ FOLLOW THE MARBLED-FLOOR PATTERNS!!” He shouted at her, causing Eliza’s skin to torn off to muscles and Eliza rise again, crawls following pattern painfully while the skin slowly regenerating back.

  “ Remember what this place told you, Eliza…”

  “ All bloody glory to, Jesus and Our Lady of Fatima..” She says, in desperate forceful voice and she kept crawling following the patterns.

  “ Good slave.. Now crawl Eliza, recite all the our father’s prayer whilst doing it! Your job is to follow the Lord!” Dmitri says.

  Eliza says nothing, she is way too weak to resists now. All she had been feeling within her are rather pain, suffering and doubt of what her eternal life is currently serving her. The visions gets intense by the foggy-like sights. As the vision continues to fogged, a platform-boot of a man comes in. Eliza looks up on who is coming and it is the man, whom is the ethics teacher goes to her. He kneels down, lifting her chin up and ask.

  “ Do you remember those manners of a lady I told you, dear Eliza? There is an important purpose I have taught you throughout all those lessons, think about it.” Kion says and he gets up and watches her. The rest of the six vampires were lurking from the dome of the Basilica-castle, witnessing the enslavement of Eliza.

  Eliza was told to crawl, to blooded herself, kiss the silk of the Chistyakov’s silk portrait as well as suffocating her with endless amount of bloods from the sacred church’s stone. At any moment, Eliza asked for nothing but to be killed.

  She as well aren’t allowed to wear however she truly wish. Dmitri usually will dressed her into designated thorn roses corset that he demanded Swetlana to create. Eliza was rather treated like a filth of a dog and at lots of times, she was truly aren’t allowed to consume blood as she needs.

  “ You drink the other fellow demiseless’s blood, why should I permit you to drink it? Even the Lord tested Jesus by letting Judas get him crucified!” Dmitri says, with no shown of mercy.

  Eliza felt the sharpening point have truly bust through her empath. She grasped her fists, and in agonizing threat that a man, supposedly be a Duke of the holy Basilic Castle had crumbled her beliefs, causing Eliza to screams in agony out of the feeling of disbelief and she wreck the floor tile with her fist.

  Before she can cause crack further, Dmitri held her head and started to rip her head off, decapitating instantly. He as well dipped the head inside of the tub of holy water to make the newborn realizes what would happen of she defies his will.

  Eliza’s head in the end was thrown down, and as usual, the head started intertwinned back with her body. Eliza gets up and tries to run but was only blocked from getting away. Her lips were sealed with forced power and she was commanded to somewhat rip her own heart off the chest and serve it to Dmitri and it did, lots of blood were dripping out.

  With power of miracle, the heart grew again. Dmitri push her back down, consume the ripped heart and told her to be loyal to him no matter what circumstances it is. As Dmitri gets closer to his slave, the abandoned memories started to rush through his visions again.

  “ Nikolai my beloved…” The familiar, similar voice as the current life of Eliza, echoes by inside. The sight of past life Eliza, Darya Seryabkina becoming vivid again. He remembers those feeling of the wind blows very peacefully whenever Darya appears. Those deepening memories made Dmitri clenched his hands very hard to the point it causes Eliza’s skull to cracked before he thrown her down again.

  “ WHY!?” He screamed, it echoes throughout the Church and he growls in nightmarish voice, husky and distorted from the endless of sadness he is suffering off.

  Dmitri had lost his master demeanor he went to Eliza, held her by hair and yelled “ Its all your fault Darya is dead” before he grow his claws and endlessly scratch Eliza, as if he is digging down each of layer of her organs searching for the Darya hidden inside of her.

  Dmitri push her down and he push down the furnitures in the church and went truly out of his own control of his eternal sadness. He as well becoming tyrannical against Eliza, white Eliza herself obeyed as he said.

  He whipped Eliza without any breaks, making Eliza keep crawling. He as well forced Eliza to strip way her english native tongue off her, by one night made her speak the cyrillic language and will threaten instant death if she is unable to speak the language.

  Whatever thoughts in Eliza he could read, he grew out his claws and cut her tongue off, passing it to Swetlana who will keep it inside of the jar and soon pass to Viktor who will recite bloodied verses and pass to Anton who will reserve it as a proof of the God’s creation.

  On that moment Eliza would ask herself “ Is this how dies irae feels?” while she truly felt the weight of the torment that’s exactly on how the Newark folks used to told her

  A lot of them were rather like servants. Even as cheerful member as Olga is the most loyal just as the other vampires. No question be made against Dmitri nor any questions made about this Basilica-Castle claimed as holiest.