Louis Spare traveled at great speed down the corridor that led to the exit of the building. His shoes issued a slight clicking sound that echoed in the silence of the place as the sound of thunder.
Once he had reached the inner courtyard, Louis began to run, I feel the fear growing inside him. He realized too late to be embroiled in an affair bigger than imagined.
He thought of his mother Rosa. It was for her that he had accepted this position, to give them the comfortable life he deserved. Now she feared that could be targeted. "No, nothing will happen" was repeated. He had given clear instructions to follow and a few hours would be safe, leaving behind the cult of enthusiasts.
He passed the gate and found himself in the street. Gripped the right hand the form of terra cotta and if removed from his face. Despite the blue uniform who was forced to wear it lightly, colargli felt the sweat down your spine and corners of the bust.
breathed the fresh air in May and looked around, as always, via San Giusto was deserted. At that time of night was normal, but in that particular quarter, the absence of people was the rule during the day.
Luigi knew by heart the stories they told about the school he found himself cursed and unfortunately that was true.
decided to shorten his escape through the garden located in front Institute of junior high. Trampled grass and relieved not to produce any sound, accelerated its pace.
He was about to sneak into the second fence when he felt a burning sensation in the pit of my stomach. He slowed down and ran the zipper closing the jacket.
Louis looked at his naked belly and noticed a red stain that extended quickly to the chest.
Before he could assume the source of that disorder, an orange and blue flame sprang from his belly making him scream. He threw himself on the dirt and rolling tried to turn it off, but this did not diminish. Gave rise to other small flames which quickly engulfed his body.
- Help! Somebody help me! - He cried out in panic.
But no one could hear him or help him.
The fire devoured every inch of his body and he had no choice but coal and smoke.
Barbieri Oliver picked up the doll of wax from the candle flame. The fire had opened a hole in the center of the chest of the statue and began to dissolve. The doll was in fact now a confused mixture of wax that dripped. He had lost the form that the man had given him and placed it on a plate metal.
- It is not so easy to leave the sect - said Oliver in the silence of his stay. - I hope the lesson is teaching Louis to everyone else.
He stood holding the candle and the flame is bent slightly. Quickly put a hand across the wick to prevent the movement of air extinguished.
He walked toward the stairs leading to the attic. At the door he pulled out the small key and the lock. The interior of the room was illuminated by the light of six candles and the faint moonlight that came through the open window on the left side.
Oliver shut the door with a double and went to the outlet center where the candles were arranged in a circle. The firelight reflected sent on the long dark purple jacket with hood and sleeves that the man was wearing. He went inside the circle and sat cross-legged, placing one in his hand before his feet. Picked up from the floor beside him the gold circular pendant attached to a chain, the cup and the book and placed them on his lap.
Oliver felt the ritual for a month now, but he felt that night was the right one. He put the pendant around his neck and his left hand plunged into the cup, getting the five fingertips with a red powder. Then drew the candle had overturned in front of a pentagram, and repeated this even on the other that filled the room.
picked up the book with the bare hand. The cover was of a green so dark as to appear black. Above with purple letters was engraved the name of the book: ritus .
Oliver grabbed the red cord hanging from the back, opened just over half, where the noose was placed as marked page and began acting at Winged voice - Listen DiKann Sovereign of the first Hell, I Barbieri your Oliver humble servant I call your sign. Show me where the keys to your prison are finally ready to open Do you lock the gates. Send me the fire red I give the signal.
The flames of the candles danced a dance in a circle broken and restless. All bent on the first left and then in the opposite direction. Suddenly he rose toward the ceiling in columns of fire and went out after a few seconds.
Oliver put the book on the floor to his right and picked up the candle at her feet, the only one left on. The closer to those off and on again. In contact with the flame four broke instantly, while only two remained intact with the pentagram glowing with red light ruby \u200b\u200bcolor.
Oliver his feet and picked up the volume and the two candles from the ground. went to the window and pulled from a trunk underneath a large piece of black velvet. Wrapped around the two objects and placed them both in the trunk, closing it satisfied.
She went to the door and walked out of the attic. Went downstairs and walked into the bedroom.
soon as it was in the room, he put the jacket and pants in the second drawer of the cabinet, turned and stood looking at his face in a mirror hanging beside the bed. The short gray hair was tousled and a pair of rectangular copper-rimmed glasses had fallen on his nose. Took them off and grazed con le dita la garza fissata dal nastro adesivo per medicazioni dove doveva trovarsi l’occhio sinistro.
Istintivamente strinse con l’altra il ciondolo appeso alla catena.
- Ho sacrificato qualcosa che consideravo superfluo, ma finalmente i mie sforzi sono stati ripagati – disse al se stesso nello specchio. – I gemelli Martini mi permetteranno di realizzare il mio sogno. Continued ...
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