The Sunday night has finally arrived, Sister Eliza has redeemed her custom sins again, she changed into her black postulant clothing since it is what Sister Olga advised. She wrapped the crucifix necklace gifted by Mother Claudia and kissed it, asking the Chapel of Fatima miles away for forgiveness for not understanding customs.

  Sister Eliza walks to the Basilica Castle’s same church she went to hours ago, and now she is excited for the actual Ruskyiev-styled mass Sunday. As soon as she arrived, there were black candles lit up from the entrance, and as she entered, there were much thicker black candles alongside red candles lit up on chandeliers. The giant statues of Jesus with the weeping Virgin on the side somehow have a shadowy aura, almost confusing her. She assumes it is maybe the presence of the Lord. And soon, she was approached by Sister Olga, who is now completely orthodox dressed

  “ Sister Eliza, you are here!” She exclaimed happily, feeling as if she was grateful.

  “ Praise to the Lord, sister! I hope you are healthy!”

  “ Oh, you bet!” She said, giggling.

  And there, the presence of Duke Dmitri comes, his platform boots clicking on the marble stairs until the marble floor. “ Finally on the perfect timing, sister Eliza,” says the Duke

  “ We are going to begin our ceremony soon, Father Viktor and Bishop Vladmir are on their way, there we got sister Swetlana with us too.”

  “ Anyways, sister Swetlana, my deep apology for not addressing you as sister and forgetting to let Sister Eliza knows you are mainly a postulant just as her.” Duke Dmitri with little humor, express his apology.

  Sister Swetlana Yulian does not turn her head but give a sharpening glare before she arranges the prayer tools such as the altar, incense as well as the packed tools filled with knife, asterisk and chalice. She arranged her veil over her headwear and nodded to Duke Dmitri, indicating it’s ready.

  And there comes Bishop Vladmir with clownery laughter, increasing the tension of the night mass, and Father Viktor in his official orthodox prayer costume to lead the prayer.

  “ Apologiz,e we are late, we prepared our own staff just now.” Bishop Vladmir apologized on behalf, and there it comes, a lot more of visitors comes in, each of them, dressed modestly into the medieval Empire of Rus’s outfits

  Women with the dressed and coned crown-veil and men in longer muskets decorated with gold yarns and had the snow hat made of furs and they all seated but somehow, I saw a man coming to us, in the red musket, looking exquisitely handsome.

  “ Sister Kalinin,” he said with a slight smile mixed with a smirk. “ So this is the young lady who will soon join my custom class,” he said.

  “ So, you are mr Kion Nazar, aren't you?” She asked with a smile

  “ Well, yes, you are correct, young lady!” He said whilst nodding most charmingly. The musket with the sharp long long-edged collar looks very good on him, his skin is truly pale, his eyes are black-eyed peas, and his lips are between thin and a little thick and is purely red as blood which is refined very perfectly, there is a white silk in front of his musket, he worned skin gloves as a charm, he has sharp jawline, higher cheekbones and the fox eyes making it very attractive for him. His hair is as black as the weaver and as thick as the blackened grass, and is very smooth and silky.

  And there comes another man, with long ginger hair cover left side of his eye and blackened hair on the back with a winter hat and a black musket, he has an edgy face and black lipstick.

  “ Anton Kaminsky, my lady,” he kneelt and took off his winter hair, showing a gesture. He lent his hands to her too and softly held her hands, kissing them.

  “ I am the member of Basilica in charge of showing you the holy relic that this slavic’s holiest place have kept”

  Sister Eliza’s eyes beaming with excitement, “ Sure, I would love to look forward to it!” She said in a most polite tone.

  “ Your hair is very short, " said Anton before he sat on the pew.

  Everyone took their seats and clock strikes 10 o’clock sharp. Bishop Vladmir and father Viktor were both in monastic robes. Father Viktor brought the knife in alongside with gloria book while Bishop Vladmir brings in the bottle that seemingly has red wine in it.

  Duke Dmitri perfectly dressed in royal orthodoxy garment stood up at the large marble podium and warm heartedly give his speech

  “ Thank you very much for all members for attending our holiest mass here, I would like to welcome our guest member here who came all the way from New Jersey, America, sister Eliza Kalinin” He says welcoming her before he somehow, turn a little more cold hearted.

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  “ Everyone, as we all do know, Christ has redempt our sins by renascene, and our tonight blessing night, we shall begin our chant…” He says in ruskyiev and then Father Viktor took over, the hood pf his orthodoxy outfit is on his head and there he begin the chant.

  “ Father of renascene,

  Rising from his own agonizing nails of the cross

  And the begetter of endless infinite universe

  You, who shed your blood, surrenders to betrayal and robust our sins,

  Shall give us, the eternity of lifespan,

  An eternity that overpowers the generations to generations, and to all revolvement of all organisms,

  O generous Jesus of Nazareth,

  Your blood shall we taste for blessings,

  Without you, we are just demise

  And with you among us,

  You created demiseless…”

  With the end of prayer , he took the knife, slit his own palms and cup it with the gold wine glass. Sister Eliza hearing the Ruskyiev prayer just felt unease despite unable to understand.

  Her heart beats faster than the horse steps, her mouth felt as if it is sewed tight and her body felt like a statue. She is absolutely baffled, never in her rest of her life growing up in a chapel of fatima, an orthodox leaning chapel would literally slit their hands. Then she sees Bishop Vladmir squeeze his bleeding finger that he pull out with a plyer into the cup before pouring the wine into spherical shaped bottle.

  She felt helpless at the moment and convince herself it is custom but the custom how she is seeing herself is somehow extreme and was unexpected way to do rituals. Then Bishop Vladmir raise the wine glass and there, the statue of Jesus above starts shedding black liquid, the nocturnal liquid and it spilled. He starts drinking it and soon, he screams.

  “ DEMISELESS FOR THE CHRIST!” He shout in a ruskyiev language she herself don’t understand.

  Feeling way too overwhelmed, Sister Eliza decided to leave early and she walks fast out of the church. Not realizing, behind her, all members on pews rotate their head as the earth rotation and with black eyed with red pupils starred at her and sister Eliza herself closed her eyes and went back to her bedroom.

  “ That was unexpected… I was never warned about this custom, I should come back better next time” She told herself.Whatever circumstances it is, she just insist on learning and exploring more of christianity content in this Basilica Castle of Divulge Blood. Sister Eliza just believe she need to grow a spine and face the Divulge Blood rituals and it is just as holy as usual sunday mass.

  Eliza Kalinin’s diary:

  The Night Mass

  The mass today is as parallel as the home of Chapel of Fatima, it is made at night instead of daytime. The experience was exquisitely unique and everyone dressed very formal here. I learned many unique things here and I somehow find the reason why it is truly called Basilica Castle of Divulge blood, because the mass is done with blood shedding ritual. How lovely is it? I can’t wait for next week’s mass and hopefully I can finally complete my missions and tell more wonderful story to all my family.

  One thing that came to my mind is the golden door. The tallest door. It looks very Holy with the picture of Christ in front but it looks very much occupied. I wonder what the Lord's secrets are behind it? If God wills, I can maybe see it . I truly miss home and soon I can make Chapel of Fatima a great institution for children to learn even elites!

  - Eliza

  Eliza change into her night gown finally. She brush her still-thin pixie cut hair and she stretch her own body, ready to take a nap after a long day.

  She slowly lay her body down on the bed, adjusting the blanket for her to sleep well. She inhaled slowly deep, letting the scent of Rus’ snow gets into her senses and soon release it.

  She closed her eyes as she is slowly making herself falling asleep. The air around her feels quiet light as feather and the surroundings as fresh as the blooming flowers.

  The bed is comfortable and the mind feels calm from all pressures she had been facing. Slowly the bed felt spacious, giving good chance for her to sleep.

  As good as how the freedom to fall into deep sleep is, the sudden momentum pressure slides in, as the another presence is right next to her. The sight of Vladmir lay too close to her body especially neck. He spreads out his tongue, stretch long and lick the side windpipe side of Sister Eliza’s neck and she immediately woke up screaming and sees no one is next to her just now. Her breath hitches as the adrenaline rush is increasing, as if her momentum are hyperbole.

  She continue sleep but with blanket on her body. “ O Father why do things gets horrifyingly strange to me!?” Eliza said, in state of pure unease and endless panic.