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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

only looked at me with his eyes dimmed with pain, as if trying to grasp the only thinnest
filament which bound him to this cruel but so dear world which began to slip from
him...

Caraffa went mad. He could not understand why I remained calm, because he
perfectly knew that I loved my husband very much. The "sainted" Pope longed to
destroy me, but not physically. He wanted to trample my soul, to fully subdue my heart
and mind to his strange and inexplicable desires. On seeing that Girolamo and I did
not take our eyes from each other, Caraffa exploded – he shouted to the torturer
ordering to burn out my husband’s wonderful eyes...
Stella and I froze... It was too awful for our child's hearts to accept, no matter how
experienced they were... Inhumanity and horror of what had happened nailed us to the
ground preventing us from breathing. It could not happen on Earth!!! It just could not!
But the endless sorrow in Isidora’s golden eyes cried – it could!!! Oh, it sure could!
And we powerlessly watched what happened further, not daring to interfere or ask any
foolish questions.

For an instant my soul fell on it’s knees asking for mercy... Caraffa felt it at once
and fixed his burning eyes on me in surprise, not totally believing in his victory, but
immediately understood that he rejoiced too early... I made an unbelievable effort and
gathered all my hatred, and then I looked right into his eyes... Caraffa jumped back,
on getting the strongest mental blow. For a second fright flashed in his black eyes, but
it disappeared the same way as appeared... He was an uncommonly strong and resolute
man who could be admired, if he were not so terrible...
My heart shrank from a bad presentiment... The torturer got an approving nod
from Caraffa and like a butcher calmly inflicted an exact blow straight in the heart of
the helpless victim... My beloved husband, my tender Girolamo ceased to exist... His
kind soul flew away where there was no pain but peace and light... I knew that he would
wait for me there too, whenever I came…
The sky fell, spewing forth streams of superhuman pain. Fierce hatred rose in my
soul and destroyed all barriers, trying to break forth outside... Suddenly I threw my
head back and howled the furious howl of an injured beast, raising my disobedient
hands to the sky. And my luminous palms splashed out the "magic of death", which
once my late mother had taught me, right at Caraffa. The magic streamed, shrouding

his thin body with a blue halo of cloud. Candles went out and thick pitch-black
darkness, seemed to absorb our life... And only Caraffa still shone with the ghostly
white-blue light. For a fraction of a second I saw my death sentence in his eyes, wide
with malice... But nothing happened to him! It was absolutely unbelievable! Should I
strike any ordinary person with the "magic of death", he would not live for a second!
Caraffa was alive and unharmed despite the blow that should have incinerated him.
The only thing I saw was the blue flashing lightnings writhing around his usual golden-
red protection. I could not believe my eyes.
– Well, well! Madonna Isidora rushed to the attack! – His mocking voice sounded
in the darkness. – Anyway it is getting interesting. Don’t worry, dear Isidora. We’ll
have a lot of unforgetable minutes to spend together! I can promise you.

The torturer came back bringing in the candle. Girolamo’s bloodstained body

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