Eve of Revelation …
Elisabetta’s mind wanders in a turmoil of relief and great need as she paces back and forth in the drawing room. He is gone! Abram is gone and truly dead! I am free! With a silver stake through his heart and staked to the ground to meet the morning sun, he is truly gone.
He is nothing but ashes now and blowing in the ethereal realms. And I am free forever from him. Abram…sometimes I miss you, Abram – your great passion, your fire within…NO! I am rid of him.
Mikael! Oh, Mikael. Will you still love me and hold me when I tell you what I am? I will never harm you. I will love you for ever more. But, you will one day die as all mortals do. Come, let me give you immortality as I have. No! I cannot do that!
She doubles over in emotional pain and holds her stomach as her screams of agony echo throughout the castle.
You will never be like them, she whispers as she looks up to the portraits in the great hall, tears streaming down her face and dropping on her cloak. I could not do that to you! She drops her head in shame. Nor will you be like me – existing in eternal damnation. This is not a life. This is a hell of constant torment and sorrow.
Later, Mikael stared at her face in horror when Elisabetta told him what she was and how long she had roamed the earth in tormented damnation.
He shrank back from her and covered his mouth then his whole face as he wept. With tears streaming down his face he stared at the one he so loved and wanted to care for the rest of his life.
He did not believe her till she showed him her coffin and the demons in the dungeon who were rising from their own beds of horror and lust, blood dripping from their mouths as victims lay beneath them. In terror Mikael shrank back as one demon rushed towards him.
Elisabetta stepped in front of him and held up her hand, glaring wildly and threateningly at the demon of the night, as Mikael turned and vomited on the floor of the dark and musty dungeon. The smells of the old dirt, decaying bodies and fresh blood overcame him and he ran back up to the great hall, grabbing his cloak and hat to rush out to his carriage.
Eve of Revelation ~
Mikael’s mind was tormented, full of thoughts he could not fully grasp. The dangerous speed he was riding was not good and the harsh rasping breath of his horse brought him to some sense of reality.
The horse needed rest so he slowed down and stopped. Hot breath from the horse vaporizing in the cold air. Now what am I to do? His mind went over the last several nights when many men of the village tracked down and finally found the evil one. They had destroyed it and left it staked to the ground where the sun would burn it to ashes. He did not know till tonight that the evil one was in the same castle as Elisabetta. It had never occurred to him, never entered his mind that she was a part of the killings and the revelation startled him. He believed her story that she had descended from royalty and inherited the castle and land, rather than listen to his inner doubts.
Now he knew he must save her from that eternal damnation. But, how could he destroy the woman he loved? He was a man of God and had to do the right thing in His name. That revelation alone calmed him.
With his mind calming and reaching resolve he continued on slowly home, knowing what he had to do the next day.
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