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In the flames, Sophia Esteban felt the rising heat enveloping her. Pain began to radiate through her skin, penetrating deep into her bones, as if thousands of ants were incessantly gnawing at her wounds. The fire licked at her flesh, the searing agony spreading mercilessly, causing her skin to blister while the acrid scent of charred flesh filled the air. Yet, a strange smile graced Sophia Esteban's face, as if this pain was the ultimate release.
"Finally... it's over..." she murmured softly, her eyes glinting with a mad light.
The flames surged like a beast, sweeping through the room, igniting everything in an instant. The crackling of burning wood accompanied the roar of the fire. The room where Sophia Esteban sat was immediately engulfed in flames, waves of heat crashing over her as suffocating smoke quickly filled the air, making it hard to breathe.
Sophia Esteban had completely lost any chance of escape; the fire had sealed off her exit. Sitting on a wooden chair, she quietly observed everything around her, feeling the heat and pain of the flames. That eerie smile remained on her face, as if this disaster was some inevitable conclusion for her.
The fire ruthlessly consumed everything around her—documents, papers, notes—turning all into ashes. The notebooks that once held countless secrets and rituals were now reduced to charred fragments scattered by the dance of the flames.
Her body grew increasingly rigid in the fire, pain reaching its peak. She felt her consciousness fading, the world before her becoming hazy. In that last flicker of awareness, her gaze still brimmed with fervor and devotion, as if this inferno was her final redemption.
"Everything... will eventually... be reborn..." Her voice was weak, nearly drowned out by the roar of the flames.
At the end of Sophia Esteban's life, the roar of the fire gradually blurred into the background as her consciousness drifted away. Suddenly, a warm golden light surrounded her, enveloping her in a gentle glow. It felt as though this light could penetrate her very soul, bringing a sense of calm and comfort.
"Sophia Esteban, you have done well," a deep and authoritative voice echoed in her ear, as if it came from a divine presence in the heavens. "You have led destiny forward and fulfilled your sacred mission."
Sophia Esteban smiled faintly as a tear slipped from her eye. She knew it was His voice; Holy Angel was speaking to her. An overwhelming sense of glory and fulfillment washed over her, making all pain and sacrifice feel worthwhile in that moment.
"Thank you," she whispered softly, her voice filled with reverence and respect. "Thank you for giving me this opportunity."
The golden light grew ever brighter, gradually dispelling the flames around her. She felt a warm power surging within her, as if her soul was being purified and elevated.
"The future awaits you in the paradise of glory," the voice continued, "your dedication and loyalty will be forever remembered."
Sophia Esteban felt a wave of gratitude and comfort wash over her; she knew her life had not been in vain. In her final moments, she found inner peace and fulfillment, quietly closing her eyes and allowing herself to fully immerse in the golden light.
Lisa and Erin were sprinting down the corridor, their hearts filled with fear and urgency. Based on Sophia Esteban's recent ramblings, Mark had likely embarked on an irreversible path. They hurried back from the rear of the church to the main hall, desperate to save their friend.
Erin pushed open the wooden door, and they arrived at the second floor of the church's main hall. The place was brightly lit, with nearly all the townspeople crammed inside as if participating in some grand ceremony. Their eyes quickly scanned the crowd, finally landing on the elevated platform ahead.
On that platform, Mark lay helplessly on the altar. His mouth was forced open by a round object, saliva continuously dripping from the corners of his lips. Erin and Lisa's hearts tightened at the sight of his pain-stricken and despairing expression, a sharp pang of anguish piercing through them.
Mark's hands were nailed to either side of the altar with thick iron spikes, blood oozing from the wounds and dripping onto the ground. His feet were similarly pinned down, resembling Jesus during his crucifixion. His gaze was vacant, as if he had already lost consciousness, leaving only instinctual suffering behind.
Erin and Lisa were frozen in shock at this scene. Watching their friend being treated so cruelly filled them with anger and helplessness. The townspeople inside the church sang an unknown hymn loudly, their voices brimming with fervor and devotion, as if this brutal sacrifice was a sacred ritual.
Tears welled up in Erin's eyes; she could not comprehend how these people could be so insane, how they could inflict such cruel torment on an innocent person. She clenched her fists, her heart swelling with rage and resistance against it all.
"We have to save him!" Erin whispered to Lisa, her voice trembling yet resolute.
Just as Erin spoke those words, Raphael suddenly burst out from beside the platform, brandishing a sharp dagger high above his head. His gaze was cold and determined, fixed firmly on Mark on the altar. The dagger glinted ominously in the light, as if it could take a life in an instant. Erin and Lisa's hearts sank with despair and fear.
At the front of the platform stood Diego Montoro, arms raised high as if welcoming some divine power. His eyes were filled with fanaticism, a mad smile playing at his lips as he seemed completely immersed in this sacrificial act. Diego Montoro's figure loomed large in the candlelight, resembling an ancient priest presiding over an unprecedented ceremony.
Isabella stood nearby, holding a conductor's baton aloft, ready to signal the choir to begin their chant. A sacred fervor radiated from her face; her eyes sparkled with an unusual light. Her lips parted slightly as if silently reciting some ancient incantation. Her movements were filled with solemnity and devotion, as if this sacrifice was the highest honor of her life.
Carmen stood at the corner of the high platform, his hands raised, unable to contain his laughter. The sound was sharp and piercing, as if it were a fervent praise for the impending sacrifice. His eyes were filled with madness and delight, as if this moment was a long-awaited celebration. His laughter cut through the air like a blade, sending chills down Erin and Lisa's spines.
At that moment, Isabella waved her conductor's baton, and the choir began to chant. Their voices were imbued with mystery and solemnity, as if calling upon some ancient power. Each note resonated with a powerful intensity, making the entire cathedral tremble. The singing was filled with devotion and fervor, as if this sacrifice was the only path to salvation.
Carmen's laughter grew more frenzied, his eyes brimming with excitement and anticipation. His movements were chaotic, as if he had been completely consumed by this mad ritual.
Raphael's dagger glimmered coldly in the light, his actions becoming increasingly ritualistic, each step precise like a dance. As he approached Mark, raising the dagger in his hand, the choir's voices reached a crescendo, filled with fervor and devotion, as if welcoming a divine presence.
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