The day of the heaven’s gate is opening today, where the Lord gives angels the path to bless the living souls who are serving their purpose on the temporary world before returning to the creator. Thousands of virtues shall be bestowed upon the believers, and those who defy or trespass against the beloved ones shall perish in hell.

  It is finally Sunday today, the day of waking up in a fresh morning, which gives you endless blessings through the morning breeze and the taste of earth vibration gifted by God through nature. However, contrasting the environment around the Chapel of Fatima, which is in rural Newark, that surrounds the nature with the St. Petersburg town that remains in the gloomy overcast condition, the environment surrounding the Basilica Castle of Divulge blood rather feels a little exhausting because although the sun is bright but the heat intensity isn’t too strong.

  Eliza had woken up in the morning, washing her face and later pouring on her feet, and she recited some verses from the testament of Genesis in her head as long as she could remember. She wasn’t of the much photographic memory type of postulant as her fellow Chapel of Fatima’s sisters but she believes in her heart that God still loves her because she just refused to leave the path. Despite the rebellion of her cutting her own hair into a very short pixie cut in purpose to feel the parallel taste of air and to mold herself into a new woman, she realizes many improvements in faith she needs to do to become the most pious woman of God. Now her pixie white-ish blond hair has grown a little now but the front bangs still is above her eyebrow,s and that is fine with her because hairs are made to be endlessly regrown and regrown just like her faith level.

  She had done her ritualistic shower a little, wrapped the gifted crucifix necklace around her palm and she went out in towel, curtains already covering and she began to choose her dress in the wardrobe as much as she can. She had about a hundred fifty different dresses and each are differently tailored for her certain duties as both devoted student as well as a young postulant who had her own mission in guiding the children and the confused. She vividly remembers the moment she used to do troop donations to the orphans who born into same fate as them, no father nor mother and raised by Chapel and she could not stop describe how rewarding it truly felt for her. But now that she’s in St. Petersburg, the life feels different but adventurous, as an adventure now. She wonders what more she could learn.

  Eliza’s excitement slopes up now because this Sunday is the very first time ever she is asking blessing in such a wonderfully created place by God to the humans. The dreamy place of the onion-domed, mosaic based aesthetic and made of earthy golds, turning into a place where humans connected to Lord is a splendid thing to ever happen. She is perfectly dressed in tailored garments fora postulant. Dark blue and had a headwear after the crucifix is worn on. She took a deepest inhalation of oxygen around her and begin to walk out with an excitement of a devoted servant ready to pour all her prayers for herself and families she cared the most as well as the people of all around the mortality empire living to return to God.

  She squealing to herself now, this placed of painted saints all around wall until reaching the above highest ceiling of biblical painting of heaven is what truly excited sister Eliza to truly pray all her hearts out until there is no prayer from her brain cell had. She instinctively knows the very main living room of the dome with the large platinum is indeed the doorway to the prayer church. She eagerly walks faster as she can’t wait to be the first entering them.

  Alas, she finally opened it. Surprisingly, it does not feel vibrationally restricted than the golden door she first saw when she stepped into this basilica castle. Rather, the church is much greater. There is a high stair to the organ, above the dome painting with a remarkable painting of God’s heaven, there is a large statue of the crucified Jesus with the weeping Our Lady of Fatima, Virgin Mary on the left side, it is positioned in a sloping yet very magnificent sight to see.

  “ praise to the Lord and all creations below him….” She exclaimed most joyfully, as almost like she truly did feel the relief.

  She was about to sit down and somehow was questioning, why is there no one yet? She presumed they may come later and she is earlier so she tried to pray first and spend her moments. After some prayers, she tried to get up and look around and still no one, what is happening here? She endlessly looked around as well as waiting to excitedly greet everyone but eventually, nothing.

  She gets closer to the marble pedestal, which has the torch near it and somehow she stares at it like the God’s creation instead of museum relic. She became fixated staring at it. The earth keeps rotating with time, but the question on why anyone isn’t here remains within her. She presumes ( since good thoughts are a must in faith) anyone will be here by second. Hitherto, she is an absolute admirer of the statu,e then

  “ You are wondering about anything here, Sister Kalinin?” The sudden, explosive response from the familiar first voice had Eliza flabbergasted from the unexpectedness.

  She held her own chest, reciting the Lord’s name and look up to see the Duke Dmitri is standing perfect posture wearing his white musket with longer silk on back, standing with about seven inch platform boots and stares directly at her with those mature dark ocean blue eyes as if he had been watching every of her move ever since she enters this place, retwist it as if she was intruding such a pious place that should have been heavily monitored and must have an authorized access. Somehow she has a good intentions since beginning to say this and not within any malice nor agony contributing.

  Sister Eliza smiled and she answered truthfully without any lies, “ It is Sunday mass today!” she exclaimed

  Duke Dmitri, expression unchanged and toned down to the facial displeasing mannered Duke of this Holy basilica-castle took no excuse. He, without any guilt or emphasis responded in a way Sister Eliza herself wasn never told.

  “ You don’t realize our mass started at 10 p.m. on Sunday night isn’t it?” he responded with sharpening concise answer coming off as an absolute custom surprise to sister Eliza herself.

  “ Goodness,Lord, what are you trying to answering me, Duke Dmitri, isn’t sunday mass in wholly means it is where you woke up in glory morning ready to devote your spiritual to Jesus Christ with mother Mary in the morning as early as 8th am? What does this all mean, Duke Dmitri, I personally think you may-”

  In explosive calmest authoritarian interference, Duke Dmitri with the most cleared outspokenly in power says “ The Royal Nation of Ruskyiev is Royal Nation of Ruskyiev, and America is America!” He says, leaving Sister Eliza’s heart woundedly cut open in wa ay she felt like it was numb by an alcoholic liquid and made her having tocarved the concise message deep into her brain.

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  Duke Dmitri, on other hand, gets himself closer to her, trying to make his message clear as it needs to be. He was deadly in the calmest way, exclaimed.

  He repeated again “ Ruskyiev is not America… Your ways are not our ways… If you are unable to process how our customs are paralleled instead of linear in your ways, I may have to be frankly honest to your Chapel’s leader about your manners that are truthfully against our principles as the kind of Basilica Castle Divulge of Blood…”

  Duke Dmitri has made it practically clear, he stared into Sister Eliza’s eyes reaching to stab her soul from inside, the thunderous muffled grunt of him can be heard from his vocal cord in which it sounded like in a style of a predator wanted to swallowed her as a whole prey like a bambi deer leaving her helpless to the point she correct her own misconception. He is indeed right, the customs varies from nation to nation and it is solely her duty as a young postulant in her young adulthood to bound by the others ways.

  His eyes are spindles and from back of the night blue ocean eyes colors, there is a hint of a hidden red eyes from him in which Eliza can picture it but it is all in her head as she believed

  “ In Thousands of God will, do forgive me, Duke Dmitri, it is such an ignorance of a damned to refuse to comply the law of a Duke who is a man of a God and by now, I will make sure I shall reflect on myself and coming back better next time” Sister Eliza in most down-to-earth mannered with devoted guilt endlessly apologize to Duke Dmitri. Duke Dmitri who was an authoritarian just now further expand his speech “ You may appear yourself soon at ten o’clock sharp” He said before walking away leaving the knocking sound from his platform high heels boots.

  Sister Eliza was left stoned and left the prayer room of reflection with God completely in the most sorrowful guilt she had ever faced. She decided to take an outside walk off the church of orthodox and went to the Basilica Castle’s labyrinth garden where she could relieve her tears thinking on how she may failed to comply as a faithful devotee and as a postulant. She opened the mini Cyrirllic bible she could skimmed through as she sat on the swing under the wisterias and think. She had a diary she kept by her side of lap next to the cyrillic bible Bishop Vladmir gifted to her. Tears were shed on the pages as she just felt the beauty of such agonizing pain. Too beautifu,l it is sad to her.

  And soon, a purplish butterfly witspreaded large wings lay down between her bible and diary.

  “ Oh, pardon me! It got away!” The voice of a mature yet very sweet as cinnamon from a lady came, it is a sight of another ruskyiev woman. She worned her formal dress and had a crucifix necklace on her chest. She had such a sweet innocent smile and down-to-earth self like Sister Eliza does. “ I was chasing my dear Emu” she said

  “ Emu?” Sister Eliza repeated for confirmation.

  She agreed “ yes, Emu!” she happily said in her sweet slavic accent.

  “ You are a postulant? Oh! I knew about it! So, you’re the American postulant who came here from what Duke Dmitri told me? Amazing! I am Postulant too!”

  “ Really?”

  “ Da ( yes in Rus language)!” she said, slipping in her Rus’s response.

  “ My name is Olga! Olga Katerina! And you must be Eliza Kalinin!” and of course all members of this basilica castle knows her name and for some reason Olga seems the one who is the most uplift her own emotions compare to the rest of members.

  Sister Eliza put her trust on her instantly, enjoying butterflies and when Olga invited her to a garden tea party which is normal in the St. Petersburg’s custom, she vent out her worries and how she is in conflict with herself, Olga comforted her and reassure her she is doing what devotee does. Sister Olga worn the velvet dress with headwear, hair as long reaching her hips and she had a really pale face like white painted with glitter under her cheeks that has butterfly marks underneath it.

  Compared to the rest of the members of this Basilica-Castle, Olga is the one willing to interact outside of faith matters. Duke Dmitri is the same but not as open as it be.

  Sister Eliza shared her journey coming all the way from Newark, and also lots of things she learned here, and hopes to learn more.

  “ Well, tomorrow you will have a custom and ethics class with Mr Kion Nazarev! He is very much a remarkable symphony voice in our basilica-castle, thus he knows a lot more of our holy hymn and mind you, he composed perfect ritual songs too with experience of being a devotee!” Sister Olga passionately told her. As it is indeed something Sister Eliza herself needs to know.

  “ Don’t worry about Duke Dmitri, though. He is tough because he knows there is pathways in our culture to be devoted to Jesus Christ. It’s alright you are just doing well” Said by Sister Olga as convinced.

  Right there, Sister Eliza is so hopeful she had met amazing people here in this Holy place. However, at what cost? She believes there is an ending!

  They had a good laugh until Swetlana came in, picking up teacups as well as she had her prayer dress on. Sister Olga added “ Oh well, to tell you, our Sister Swetlana Yulian is also a postulant! But somehow always mistaken as a maid because she loves doing household duties here so much, but she lead the maids! She exclaimed to me that maids outfits are way more comfortable than the actual prayer uniforms. Really shows our devotees can multitask huh?” she asked expecting respond from Sister Eliza

  “ Well, yes I mean I have done charity with my Chapel”

  Olga was impressed.

  “ Oh well, bless Jesus to you! See you tonight, Sister Eliza!”

  Sister Olga gets up and she continues played with her butterfly but she went into labyrinth, giggling but never heard any noise. Strange…

  Eliza Kalinin’s today’s diary:

  Sunday Mass Mistake

  Such a dreadful day for me, I became unaware of the customs of St. Petersburg civilians here. Sunday Night would be a perfect blessing for me to devote myself to my Lord, but no, I failed to comply here.

  I wonder how prosperous this night will be? O Dear Father, please carry me through all hardships through this, and thank you for destinating me with troops of men and women of your kind and made me realize through sister Katerina that they all are amazing figures, and soon you hint to me I will indeed develop good kin with them just as much as the Chapel of Fatima family members here.

  Who knows, soon after my mission here ended, I will one day have free time after Chapel of Fatima becomes an institution will be a time of freedom for me to visit them like family

  Be as it may be…

  Eliza from St. Petersburg