The silence were the legacy of the void. Nothingness is the only serenity that surrounds it. No answer, no clues or even question. When the voices echoes, it is where the consciousness rises again.
As the void started to produce its pressure, the crack of light appears. Slowly, everything were in pictures, by blur and soon, the darkness fades as the reality, or the light has awakened.
Eliza realized she had been knocked back to death and rose again as she had been awakened with permission. She looks what is above her as she awakened from her slumber, the usual group of seven higher vampires who were born way long ago before her is observing. One with wrathful face, another with mystique aura without knowing what is in her mind, another with the hidden joy of witnessing her suffering, another only have thoughts that what she is going through is what they have been through exactly as her, another give an encouraging smile as if she had hope for Eliza while the rest, waiting for what will come.
“ How was your demise this time, dear Eliza Kalinin?” Dmitri asked as if he is now in the self of a devoted Duke to the one he cares about.
Eliza lose her clue, all she could truly remember was almost nothing and she somewhat only wanted to know the purpose of what she is now and how is she truly going to adjust her special suffering life that almost felt like curse on surface but blessing hidden underneath only she herself knows what is truly arranged for her at this crossing-beliefs-border life she is being given.
Dmitri lend his hands to her. Eliza was dumbfounded at this moment, after all the suffering , this is what was offered to her? Does this truly mean her suffering is over? Eliza’s inner hope coming from her mortality days were enlighten thinking afterall she ould live as a free being she is no matter at what circumstances.
Olga alongside with Viktor, Kion and Swetlana helped her along. The seven of the vampires brings her out of the coffin and she felt very light when she gets off. It is rather almost painless for her to feel compared to the days she used to break her legs during her mortal lifespan, unable to get off her bed. Eliza started to have hopes again, afterall she can be free someday. She follows along everyone to where they will brought her, no conversation or whatsoever.
The seven of the demiseless, walking side-by-side with two people whilst Eliza is next to Dmitri, as the Duke is right now in the urge to gatekeep her only for himself due to Eliza is still her past soulmate. Eliza felt confused on this feeling, but the Duke’s touch felt rather warm. Hence, she felt beloved by a man for once despite with a little bit of dust kind of feeling, she was a postulant and was trained not to developed an intimate feelings for men, rather serve her lifetime for the Lord.
Eliza wrapped her arms around Dmitri, as if she is truly seeking for the protection she has surrendered herself for the man. Dmitri stopped halfway at the corridor of the Basilica-Castle that is very dark and dimmed with the full castle paintings of the saints that were unclear yet scary in the dark. He looks at her, noticing how much she truly need him at this rate. After all the sufferings Dmitri put her through, since the mortality days to sadistic torture, is this the nocturnal love she developed for a demiseless man, died from few centuries ago?
Eliza may as well has violated the norms of orthodoxy. She has been dead afterall and has no way out to run, her identity was eroded too and she is experiencing the new life that the powerful questionable demiseless creatures had been radically transforming her, like a caterpillar suddenly evolve itself into cocoon then burst into butterfly for seconds. For once, this unpredictable border she is nailed, between life and death that Eliza felt, she seems to be far away from Jesus now.
She clinged herself hard onto Dmitri. Then, she started to sniff his throat, to the chest, to the red hair, to the jaw and to the wrist and she placed the wrist onto her face, letting go the cold and lifeless breath.
“ Oh… Dmitri my misha… My misha…my beloved saint of the patriarch of my heart… take me into the chest of your heart… do…do keep my vivid spirit inside that cold grueling soul of yours… “ She said in a heavy whispery tone, then started to smirk out. Dmitri acted the other way around, he was rather displeased but quickly kept his demeanor aside.
“ My beloved past queen Darya Seryabkina, shall I call you, Eliza Kalinin..” He said whilst holding her face. Olga who is witnessing it smiles with the heart of an audience while Vladimir shows his teeth out of excitement yet refrain from speak up and the rest watches. Dmitri held her hair and says “ Your hair… they’ll never grow as your past mortality used to….” He said, as if he is judging her elegance yet is impressed with the uniqueness he is seeing.
The once rebellious yet very devoted and loyal to God Eliza Kalinin is now the Eliza who remembered her past identity with Dmitri’s sodomistic lessons with the vampires blooded hands they gave to Eliza.
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Dmitri place his face closer to Eliza, he is in the moment needing Eliz to concentrate on him and thus says “ My beloved misha, my angel, I truly do see your honesty with feelings towards me after i found you after two centuries… truly I hear you… But love, I think you are just as feeble as the ghouls and somehow… I have to perish you into the nothingness” He says and it left Eliza rather frightened.
The vampires without any warning gathered beside the large twentieth-foot tall door, larger than the holy thirteen-feet door at the main hallway, Dmitri opens the door, that turns out to be the door to the horrifying ravine with the marbles and quartz patterns surrounding the walls and Swetlana along with Olga pushes her down into the deep gorge hole, that looks as very mysterious as the black hole. Eliza lays out the banshee pitched screams as she fell into the hole.
The acceleration speed were beyond great unimaginable and soon she landed with a limb almost break off from her. Eliza still feels the mortality level of pain, but soon the limbs started to attached again, regenerate as if she achieved her new cable again on her body.
She stood up, look around with terrified feelings, almost as if the monsters inside of her are chewing then swallowing her endless thoughts inside. She runs to the straight, nothing. She runs to the left and there is nothing as well.
She screams “ LOVE!” only echoes comes out.
Her mortality mind remembers the one postulant friend of hers and shout her name “ SISTER COLLINS!!” and those echoes eats up the noise, becoming void instead.
Slowly, the void exposed the surroundings of where Eliza is now staying. The path of the large hidden side of Basilica-Castle, but it looks almost as if it is in another world, as if this is truly not the part of the Basilica-Castle’s map areas. Eliza walks endlessly without any end of the path. No walls, nor intersection areas or any pictures, only the floor and where she is now. Eliza tries her best to keep positivity within her but the void kept consuming her.
She kept walking endlessly without end, and she started to feel the coldness, as if it is the cold coming from the familiar place she used to be in, perhaps her past life’s resident she used to spend her previous mortality there.
Eliza tries to find what she truly can find but no clue or any guides were available at this rate. There, some winds blow to her head, strange. She is in underground yet can feel the wind. However, the sound of those winds aren’t the same as the outdoor. It is rather, felt like a breath of creatures with whispery muffled noises.
She tries not to mind it at first, until the wind blows again “ Nobody…” the words get obvious and Eliza started to feel horrified. She tries to turn back and run but nothing could truly catch up along with her. She runs endlessly and nothing comes in front of her. She does not stop her endless energy until her own fragile feelings hindering her.
She pants in tiredness and right now, she truly is scared. It is not due to her anxiousness on what is awaiting her nor the consequences that would come to her. Rather, the fear of being alone consumes her. Eliza’s mind has becoming like a broken merry-go-round now. She endlessly spins, jumps, as well as yelling her own lungs out hopefully any demonic entities could appear itself as a proof she truly is exist.
Eliza hysterically raging, both clawed hands tucked on her skin and torn off leaving straight sounds as she pulling her own face, scraping it to bleed out. She went truly insane due to the both open mind and eyes that she is truly alone and is surrounded by the fortress of nothingness.
“ ANY CREATORS!! TRULY PLEASE LET ME FREE!!! GIVE ME LIGHT O FATIMA NOR ANY POWERS!!!!!!!!” She is now at her edge she is begging the greater being to truly saved her from the suffocating emptiness world she is truly feeling that not even her postulant days beliefs could save her.
Alas, she lose hope now. Eliza fell to her knees. The bloodied tears pooled surrounding her iris and soon as it is full, it flows down as free as rain falling down from the sky, but blood. She held the ground, unable to even look at her own reflection, and for once, she prayed.
“ O father… o our lady of Fatima, whole even am I? What is the meaning of the demiseless and endless lives? P-please… even when I am as not as how you planned me to be, please… see me… see me for once..” She begged despite her faith is fading and she knows well she won’t going back to her devoted self , the postulant.
Eliza is bleeding teardrops, she looks down, the tears dripped on the floor and there she sees it, the trace of tiny sized of blood. She tries to smear it once with her cracked and lifeless-with-force finger, and the blood colored red on her fingers.
Soon after, the place of unknown, full of nothingness were flashed in white light. The whiteness that is beyond vision’s Eliza’s capability that it burnt her eyes. She growls in excruciating pain, holding her eyes and the face.
She suffered alone like an animal being tested as subject. Hitherto, a hand was held out for her. She looks up to the familiar figure.
“ You have ended your own void, have my hands, Lady” the sight of Kion Nazarev was waiting for her and without hesitation she took his hands without words. Her vision fades.
As she is awake, she is in the church now, everyone is praying. What surrounds her are men in musket with winter hat and women in coned-hat with veil and dresses, heads down, no face shown. She turns around and Father Viktor is now leading the prayer. She turns around about to leave. Hitherto, a hand was grabbing her but it doesn’t feel the comforting Kion again. Rather, the dominant Dmitri Stephanov held her.
“ Stay where you belong to…” He says, with red eyes flickering causing Eliza to obey completely. The power of persuasion coming from Dmitri himself where this is what made him the ruler of this Basilica-Castle.
