The end/ Epilogue

From that day on Manuel became a good Catholic. He attended the seminary where he read a lot. Increasing his knowledge about life, God and the devil. He learnt that there was a good and a bad of everything. There were good Priests and bad priests. He learnt that God had given us both life and death and it was up to us to make a choice.

Father Jose had helped him through it all. Although he was now a bishop twelve years later he Still found time for Manuel.

Manuel had stopped painting and never once looked at a canvass twice. He didn't even know If he missed painting. He was living just fine until on the day of his ordination. He fell into another trance and since there was no paint or brush or canvass he cut himself and used his blood to paint on the wall with his fingers.

After he had come out of his trance he was so scared he ran out of the room. But as he walked to the altar where the bishop stood ready to ordain him and welcome him into the priest hood. He heard the voices again and they were all saying the same thing. "We told you not to paint." But this time he wasn't scared.

"They do not belong here. I do." He whispered to himself.