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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

which I heard screams and moans; and I was sure that my time came at last. I did not
know how long I would be able to endure the torture and how severe it could be.
Nobody ever physically caused me pain and it was very difficult to judge how strong I
could be. I lived all my short life surrounded by the love of my dear family and friends,
and did not even imagine how wicked and cruel my fate would be... Like many of my
friends – Vedunias and Veduns – I could not see my fate. Probably it was closed from
us to prevent us from changing our life. Or maybe because, as all others, we must live
what was fated for us, not trying to go away before time on seeing terrible things in
our severe future.

So the day when I did not have any choice came, or rather I did have a choice and
I chose it myself. Now the only thing had to do was to endure what was coming and
somehow to withstand ‘til the end trying not to break...
Caraffa at last stopped near a door and we entered. The cold horror chilled me
to the bone! This was a real Hell, if it could exist on Earth! It was a triumph of atrocity
beyond human comprehention... My heart sank.

The whole room was inundated with human blood... People hung, sat, lay on
horrific "instruments" of torture the purpose of which I was unable to imagine. Some
absolutely calm, blood-stained men were unhurriedly engaged in the "work", obviously
feeling no pity, remorse or the least human feelings... The room smelled of singed meat,
blood and death. Half dead people moaned, cried and screamed and some did not have
any forces left even to scream. They simply wheezed, unable to respond to torture like
rag-dolls which fate mercifully deprived of any feelings...
Something blew up within me! For an instant I even forgot that very soon I would
be one of them... The whole of my raging force suddenly splashed outside and... the
torture room ceased to exist... The only thing left was bare bloodstained walls and the
frightful "instruments" of torture... All people – both executioners and their victims –
vanished without a trace…

Caraffa was pale as death and looked at me, fixing his piercing terrible black eyes
on me, in which one could clearly read spite, rage, surprise and even some strange
inexplicable delight... He kept deathly silence. His internal fight was reflected only in
his face. He was immobile like a statue... He was making up his mind.
I sincerely pitied those people who had gone to "another life", so brutally tortured
and certainly not guilty. But I was absolutely sure that my unexpected interference was
an escape from those horrific inhuman torments. I saw their pure light souls going
away to another life and sorrow cried in my frozen heart... It was the first time in the
long years of my difficult "witch practice" that I took precious human life... I only hoped
that they would find peace there, in that different, pure and tender world.

Caraffa scrutinized my face with a morbid concentration, as if longing to know
what made me act like that, perfectly knowing that the faintest wave of his "holy" hand
was enough to send me to the place of the "gone" people and make me pay for that very
dearly. But I did not repent... I rejoiced that I helped at least a few to break loose from
his dirty claws. It is highly likely that my face prompted him to something, because in
the next instant Caraffa convulsively grasped my hand and took me to another door...
– Very well. I hope that will please you, Madonna! – And he harshly pushed me

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