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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

– I don’t understand. – Stella whispered. – How could they capture him? He
seemed so strong. Let’s see what happened before.

Again we tried to look through the memory of our new acquaintance... and finally
understood why he was such easy prey.
Judging by the clothes and surroundings, it happened about one hundred years
ago. He stood in the middle of an enormous room where two female bodies, totally
naked, lay on the floor, or rather it was a woman and a girl of probably no more than
fifteen years old. Both bodies were unmercifully beaten and brutally raped. Poor
Arnault was deathly pale... He stood as if dead, motionless and probably did not even
understand where he was because the shock was too terrible. If we got it right, it was
his wife and daughter who had been subjected to such beastly violence... However, the
word "beastly" would not be appropiate here, because no beast is able to do what
sometimes man is capable of.

Suddenly Arnault began to yell like an injured animal and fell down next to his
wife’s (?) terribly disfigured body... Emotions raged within him like wild whirlwinds
– rage changed to despair, fury clouded grief and turned into the superhuman pain from
which there was no salvation. Screaming he rolled down to the floor failing to find the
way out of his grief... until finally, to our horror, he became totally silent, no longer
moving...
Of course, on producing such a stormy emotional "squall" and dying in the
process, he became an ideal "target" to be captured by any, even the weakest, "black"
creatures, let alone those which later pursued him so persistently to use his powerful
energy body like a simple power "suit" to do their terrible "black" deeds with its help.
– I don’t want to look at it anymore. – Stella whispered. – I don’t want to see
terrible things at all. Are they really humans? Tell me!!! Is it really right to do such
things?! We are people!!! Aren’t we?

Stella became really hysterical which was so unexpected that in the first seconds I
became so confused that I did not know what to say. Stella was strongly indignant and
even a little angry which in this situation was quite acceptable and explainable… for
others. But again it was so unlike her that only now I at last understood how badly and
deeply the endless earthly Evil wounded her tender and kind heart, and how she must
be tired of carrying human filth and cruelty on her fragile child’s shoulders. I wanted
very much to hug this nice, firm and now so sad human being! But I knew that it
would upset her even more. Therefore I tried to be calm and do my best to assuage her
"dishevelled" feelings, avoiding touching sore spots.
– But there are good things, not only bad! You just look around, your
grandmother, for example, and Svetilo, and Maria. She lived only for the sake of others!
There are many like them! You simply got very tired and sad because we lost good
friends and therefore everything seems to be as black as night now... And tomorrow
there will be a new day, and you will become yourself again, I promise you! And one
more thing: if you want, we shall never come again to this "floor"? What do you think?

– I don’t think that the reason is in the "floor". – Stella said bitterly. – Nothing
will change whether we come here or not... The matter is just in the earthly life. It is
wicked... I don’t want to be here anymore…

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