Salvation?

 Malenkis's movements abruptly stopped and his eyes landed on what seemed like a gap in the world, from which blinding light bursted in waves, illuminating the whole hallway. All surrounding light looked yellow, though from the very center it seemed to be leaking brown fluids.

 -Come to me.-

 More white waves errupted, the liquids flew everywhere, causing Sergei to fall to the ground with a shriek.

 -Dare not abandon the principles by which one shall live...- the screeching continued, adding to the chaos unfolding. Piotr jumped up, his focus drifting away from the maiden for only a moment, and swiftly dragged Charlotte towards the grand staircase, which led all the way to the attic, tripping over his own feet in the process. As he dashed, the butler hit one of the many paintings, depicting a deer trapped in an empty hunter's hut, covered in long furs and having knocked over the various wolf heads that once resided on a table in the center of the place.

 The light scorched the meat and fluids that still laid scattered on the ground, and expanded untill it eveloped almost everything in sight, leaving only the wall, next to which Sergei kneeled, a dark place.

 -Don't disregard the teachings of Baal, for it is a gift. Adon Olam shall perish out of anguish for his child.-

 Sergei was overcome by nausea, his body ready to burst, and felt vomit creeping up his throat. Soon enough he was covered in golden liquid that shone brighter than the blinding environment his unfortunate soul found itself in. While Sergei was desperately trying to shut his eyes as hard as possible, his butler frantically made his way up, rushing to reach the door before sunset.

 The light tore gaps in Malenki's eyelids and pierced his retina.

 -Servants shall submit to their masters, no matter gentle or harsh. What haddon you are, whose subjects sin this way...- the unfamiliar screeching was interrupted by one that belonged to Sergei:

 -I've been subject to tornment enough!- he yelped.

 -Thou will never be holy in sin.-

 -I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!-

 -In this way everything shall be holier than thou.-

 -I begged and I prayed thousands of times, every goddamned day.- Sergei could hardly muster another word through all the tears, spit and gold.

 -Adon Olam is gracious among the divine.-

 -I'll play for him in Nevel, stone all quiet whores, and with them, everybody who is wrong! I'm a dog, I beg. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, anything!- Sergei pulled himself to the ground as snugly as he possibly could and smashed his head into the cold stone, vomiting up even more of the yellow.

 The light pierced his chest and the man fell unconscious.