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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

– The war which is every day around us!!! – Pope suddenly shouted being
infuriated for some reason. – Which purges the Earth of people like you! Heresy must
not exist! I will exterminate any manifestation of it – be it books, pictures or living
people – as long as I live!

– Well, as for books, I have a very certain opinion thanks to your "holy" help
which somehow contradict your "sacred" duty about which you constantly speak, Your
Holiness...
I did not know what to say, with what to make him busy or how to stop him to
prevent him from beginning this frightful, as he called it, "performance"! But the "great
Inquisitor" perfectly understood that I was just trying to mark time, being horrified by
what could happen. He was a magnificent psychologist and did not let me continue my
naive game.

– Begin! – Caraffa waved to one of the torturers and calmly sat in an arm-chair...
I closed my eyes. The smell of the singed flesh spread in the room, Girolamo
began to scream wildly.
– I told you! Open your eyes, Isidora!!! – The tormentor furiously shouted. – You must
enjoy the extermination of HERESY the way I enjoy it! It is a debt of every faithful
christian. Oh, I am sorry, I forgot with whom I have to deal... You in fact are not a
Christian, you are a WITCH!
– I suppose Your Holiness perfectly knows Latin... In that case you must know that
the word "HАERESIS" means CHOICE or ALTERNATIVE. How can you combine
two so incompatible concepts? There is not the slightest evidence that you leave the
right for free choice to somebody or at least the tiny alternative? – I exclaimed bitterly.
– Man MUST have the right to believe in what his soul reaches out to. You cannot
FORCE man to believe because faith comes from heart, not from the executioner!

Caraffa stared at me in surprise over a minute like at some bizarre animal... Then
he shook off a stupor and calmly said:
– You are far more dangerous than I thought, Madonna. You are not only too
beautiful, also you are too clever. You must not exist outside these walls... or you must
not exist at all. – He turned to the torturer and ordered. – Continue!

Girolamo’s screams penetrated to the deepest corners of my dying soul and, on
bursting there with horrific pain, tore it to pieces... I did not know how long Caraffa
was going to torture him before killing. Time crept terribly slowly forcing me die
thousands of times... But for some reason, I was still alive and still observed... Frightful
tortures were changed by more frightful ones. There was no end of them... The toturers
passed from fire cauterizations to bone crushing... and when they finished that, they
began to disfigure the flesh. Girolamo was slowly dying. And nobody explained to him
why; nobody considered it necessary even to say anything. He was just methodically
and slowly killed before my eyes to force me to do what the newly elected head of the
saintly Christian church wished me to do... I tried mentally to talk to Girolamo,
knowing that I could not tell him anything in other way. I wanted to say goodbye... But
he did not hear. He was far away, saving his soul from the inhuman pain, and no matter
how hard I tried to help him, it did not work... I sent my love to him, trying to wrap his
tormented body with it and lessen the superhuman suffering, even a little. But Girolamo

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