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Carmen finally grasped the corner of the cloth and slowly pulled it away. As the bright red fabric was unveiled, a scene emerged that filled Erin with both terror and disbelief—it was Little Rudy. He was bound to the table, his posture reminiscent of Jesus in agony, with his hands and feet nailed to the wooden board, rendering him completely immobile.
A wooden Crown rested atop Little Rudy's head, seemingly symbolizing some divine identity. His face bore an unusual happiness, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, revealing a dazed smile. However, what shocked and unsettled Erin the most was Little Rudy's gaze—those once clear eyes now appeared hollow and lifeless, as if his soul had departed from his body.
"This... this can't be happening..." Erin whispered in astonishment, overwhelmed by a wave of intense shock and fear. Her heart raced, her entire being shaken by this bizarre sight.
The townspeople erupted into even more frenzied shouts upon seeing Little Rudy's condition. Their voices were filled with fervor and adoration, as if this scene itself represented supreme divinity and power.
"What on earth is going on?" Erin thought to herself in terror, feeling an inexplicable chill rising from her core.
Mark and Lisa were equally stunned by the spectacle before them. They exchanged glances filled with shock and confusion. Mark whispered, "This ritual... this child... it's too strange."
Lisa's voice trembled as she replied, "We need to figure out what's happening... this is terrifying."
Diego Montoro stood on the platform, gazing down at the crowd with a look of ecstasy on his face. He raised his hands high, his voice booming and passionate: "Dear citizens, today we witness this sacred moment! This child is our hope, our future! He will lead us into the light and dispel the darkness!"
The townspeople's cries reached a new crescendo, their hands raised high, their eyes sparkling with fervent light. Erin felt dizzy, as if everything around her was an unending nightmare from which she could not awaken.
Carmen gently pushed aside Little Rudy's shirt, revealing his pale skin. Erin's eyes widened in horror as her heart raced; the sight before her filled her with intense unease and fear.
To her shock, there was a massive scar across Little Rudy's chest, stretching horizontally and contrasting sharply against his fair skin. Even more astonishingly, the scar glowed with a golden light, as if it were radiating brilliance. Erin watched in indescribable terror; she hoped nothing terrible would happen, but the unfolding events seemed to defy her wishes.
"This can't be real... what is this?" Erin thought in silent dread as an inexplicable chill surged within her. Her hands trembled slightly as she struggled to remain calm, but that fear only intensified, becoming increasingly uncontainable.
The townspeople erupted into even more frenzied shouts upon seeing the golden scar on Little Rudy's chest. Their voices were filled with fervor and adoration, as if the sight itself represented supreme divinity and power.
At that moment, Raphael, wearing black silicone gloves, slowly walked towards the table. His steps were heavy and powerful, each one sending a wave of pressure through Erin. Raphael's figure loomed like a dark fortress, exuding a strong sense of threat and terror.
He reached the side of the table, his gaze cold and merciless. His hand gently caressed Little Rudy's chest, the golden scar shimmering with an unusual light beneath his fingers. Little Rudy still wore that blissful smile, his eyes vacant and dreamy, as if he no longer belonged to this world.
Erin watched Raphael approach, her heart filled with unease and fear. She knew that what was about to happen could exceed her imagination and bring unpredictable consequences.
"We have to stop them..." Erin whispered, her voice laced with urgency and dread.
Mark and Lisa exchanged glances; Mark replied softly, "There are too many of them... Let's wait and see how things unfold... We shouldn't act rashly." His tone was filled with caution and vigilance.
Lisa nodded gently, holding Erin's hand and whispering, "Don't get too worked up; we need to stay calm."
Erin fell silent, lowering her head as anxiety and fear swirled within her. Her gaze involuntarily returned to Little Rudy, praying that nothing would happen to the sweet little boy.
The atmosphere in the church grew increasingly tense, the townspeople's shouts still brimming with fervor and worship. Raphael's fingers continued to glide over Little Rudy's chest; the golden scar flickered with an eerie glow under the candlelight, as if it had a life of its own.
Raphael's movements became slower and more deliberate as he pressed his fingers gently against Little Rudy's chest; the scar seemed to brighten even more. Little Rudy's gaze remained hollow, his face adorned with an unusual smile of happiness, as if he were enveloped in some divine blessing.
The burlap hood covering Raphael's head revealed only his cold eyes. His gaze was icy and merciless, like a sharp blade that sent chills down one's spine. Carmen danced excitedly nearby, a fervent smile plastered on his face as if eagerly anticipating what was to come next. His movements were filled with frenzied passion, making him appear like a torch set ablaze.
Isabella raised the conductor's baton, standing at the front with a solemn and serious expression. Her gaze was focused and resolute, as if she were ready to signal the poetry class to begin their recitation at any moment. The baton shimmered faintly in her hand, symbolizing some kind of sacred power.
At that moment, Raphael suddenly drew a dagger from his waist. The blade glinted in the sunlight, reflecting the brilliance of the Stained Glass, making it appear particularly striking and sharp. He held the dagger high, his eyes cold and determined.
Eileen watched this scene unfold, filled with fear and unease. Her breathing quickened, and her heart raced like a drum, as if each beat reminded her of the impending danger.
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