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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

– Answer, Madonna! Or you’ll see another, very unpleasant surprise.

This statement made my hair stir... I understood that there was no way to avoid
the answer. Something had made Caraffa extremely angry, and he did not conceal it.
He was not in the mood to play games and joke. I had to answer, blindly hoping that
he would accept a half-truth.
– I am a hereditory Witch, Holiness, and for now – the strongest of them. Youth
came to me by right of succession, I did not ask for it, just as my mother, my
grandmother and the rest of Witches in my family. You must be one of us, Your
Holiness, to get it. Besides, you must be worthy of it.

– Nonsense, Isidora! I knew people who obtained immortality on their own!
And they were
not born with it. So, there are ways. And you will open them for me. Believe me.
He was absolutely right... There were ways, but I was not going to open them to
him. Never!
No tortures could force me to do that.
– I am sorry, Your Holiness, but I can not give what I have not got myself. It is
impossible – I don’t know how. But I think your God would give you "eternal life" on
our sinful earth, if he considered you worthy of it, would he not?

Caraffa grew crimson and maliciously hissed, like a poisonous snake, ready to
attack.
– I thought you were cleverer, Isidora. Well, it won’t take long for me to break
you, when you see what I’ve prepared for you...

He sharply grasped my hand and rudely took me down to his horrific basement. I
did not have time even to be scared, as we appeared before the same iron door behind
which quite recently my poor husband, my tender and kind Girolamo was so brutally
tortured to death... Suddenly a frightful, soul-freezing guess slashed my brain –
father!!! That is why he did not answer to my repeated calls! Certainly it was that
breathing with hatred monster which stood in front of me that caught and tortured him
in the same basement, "purifying" his any aim with the blood and pain of innocent
people!
"Oh, no! Please not that!!!" – My wounded soul uttered a frenzied scream. But I
already knew that it was happening... "Somebody help me!!! Anybody!"! But nobody
heard me for some reason... And nobody helped…
The heavy door opened... The grey eyes, full of inhuman pain, looked right at me...

I saw my beloved father in the middle of the familiar death-smelling room in a
thorny iron arm-chair, bleeding to death...
The blow was terrible! I gave a wild shriek "No!!!" and lost consciousness...

Isidora-3. Meteora

I regained conciousness in a sinister cold basement intensely saturated with the
cloying smell of blood and death...
My body had grown numb and ached, refusing to obey and "wake up", but my
Soul soared in the light world of recollections, with the ease of a bird, snatching from

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