A place where the revolution starts

Her golden long hair makes its way to the path of hell.

The lost woman has previously exited the path of the darkness, and she was able to witness what it looks like before she went to a place where she can free the undead from their darkest desires and lust for human. It was a whirlwind adventure in a land of scorching heat and endless sinful souls wailing for agony, regret, and redemption.

She remembered the first circle of hell she'd landed on, thanked the ferryman Charon for his kindness, and stepped further into the massive door, intrigued. The ringing crack noises of the massive door awoke the soul, turning their grief into hope for the heavens, directing their gaze to the standing frail girl with wide-eyed at the unbaptized and virtuous pagans before their transcendent.

The young lady didn't stop herself from walking passed the sinless souls who are still unbaptized, searching for the entrance to the second circle, her forehead sweating. The deafening cries of their anguish and regret had become a noise in her ears, and she would hide in the corner with fear and stay still until it stopped. She was sick of it.

And the limitless burnt of heat caused her body to feel the tremendous warmth, the lava beneath mad and joyous for the unheard screams of the souls.

The huge door that will guide her in the second were connected to fifty steps of stairs, with balustrade filled with thorn and maggots, she walked atop without her hand to aid a support. She reached the huge door with a doubled, thick horned goat's head stuck up into its wall, her eyes outstare its unique theme.

She didn't know why there was a goat sticking up into obsidian-made doors; she was too young to care.

When she had only recently been released from confinement.

The blankness of her hazel brown eyes progressed into the head jamb and simply parted her mouth as deathly thoughts scattered inside her brain, and then both of her broken, calloused hands shifted into the knob. The circular wide room was revealed by a strong current of winds that violently blew back and forth, as the sinful souls were roughshod dragged by its strong force of wind, preventing them from finding peace and rest.

As she walked along the narrowed path, the black flowers continued to shine their darkest shade whenever the girl became baffled. While their deafening screams were like sharp arrows cutting her skin to flesh. Their pleading voices had become more shrill and vibrating. Then she wondered why it was sharper this time than the last.

The strong wind dragged their blooded-body unto a huge boulder with pointed spikes that would gore into the deepest of their flesh without a rest through the side of her eyes. There is no consideration of needing assistance when lustful temptations are also not considered to be controlled.

Why did sharp, ear-splitting, non-stop screams and cries of sinful souls fill the lone room to its joyous glory of seeing more souls begged? She doesn't want to think about it further. Pettiness has become her weapon to people who did something to her.

She marched through another stairs and her worn-out feet stumped like a thunderbolts where each side of the entrance has a big statue of a standing pig with a bulging stomach as its lips widened mischievously when she reached the other gate.

She closed her eyes and gasped for fresh air before looking up at the pig's statue, puzzled by something strange. Sure, it was amusing for her to play the part when the statue was ugly, as in Chinese folklore, where an ugly man turned into a pig when he died as a result of betrayal for his true love in another man. His strong will caused him to resurrect as a greedy animal that enjoyed eating human flesh and souls as slaves in its own domain. He remained an unsightly creature as a result of his dismay.

She unlatched the massive door, half-popped inside, snooping for anything pertinent. Instead, due to her observant nature, she saw a solitary room that is so dark and quiet. She went fully inside the dark room and her golden flecks eyes shone brightly where a lot of small debris can be seen.

There was a straight path in the center of the circular room, which she looked for when looking for a path. This time, she could cross a different kind of path; unlike the previous circle, the path is always visible on the narrow side of the circular room. It is, in some ways, an unusual feeling that blooms within her heart.

But she didn't seem to mind. She took a tiny step into the lone centered path as the smokes beneath engulfed her calloused feet and her eyes stretched each side for a creature that might come off in front of her. And it's not a creature that comes off; it's an obese man with a zombie hiss coming out of his mouth and a rotten food clasped in both of its hands. The girl was stuck to the ground as the man's loud hiss caused her stomach to tighten because his breath smelled like rotten eggs and corpses. Her face crumpled into the man's stinking stench, as well as her right hand ended up going to cover her mouth as she stares menacingly into the man's face, which was filled with disgusting maggot and bloods scattered around its mouth. Teeth were broken into pieces, eyes bulged to his moon face, and a crooked nose split diagonally.

He appeared to be receiving a harsh punishment.

The stinky man approached the girl slowly, his hand with a food reaching out in front of him, his lips spread so wide that maggots and flies congregated in one spot. The girl was terrified, but she refused the offers.

"You must eat the food until you are full, or else the guardian of this circle will punish you!" the man pleaded.

The rotten food has returned, and it stinks. Her stomach will turn upside down as a result of it.

"I'm sorry I can't eat it," she says, flapping both hands. " It's already rotten, and I don't eat food that isn't fresh and has maggots and flies in it. It appeared to be a shithole."

"No! You need to eat before they see us not eating the rotten food they gave us.", His teeth roared in anger, cheeks red and plump as ever while shoving the rotten food into the terrified face of the girl.

The repulsive species known as maggots and various types of worms clung to the side of her lips. Her feet stepped back in fear, arched back, and her gaze was fixed on the maggots that slowly crawled to her left cheeks.

She screamed in disgust and began running away from the man who was pointing his hand at her and laughing at her expression. She ran forward in the lone, dark path, where a very small debris was constantly hooking her feet and causing her to stumble. But later on, she recovered and the rotten man did not follow is fantastic news!

She heaved in relief and started to looked around. The stinky man was a nightmare to be around. It's a good thing she didn't puke her mouth through the path beneath her wobbly feet, because the smell of rotting corpse will awaken the evilness of the man sitting on his enormous throne before she could reach the final circle.

By the end of this circle, she'll meet the voice that whispered and guided her to the darkness.

What the girl imagined into the depths of her mind was transcendence to sinful souls, trials to trials, silent tunes of agony to loud caterwauls, healthy bare skinned to rotten bones, glimmers of hope to sparkles of regrets and forgiveness. Everything in this place was dark, hot like molten lava, and tormented.

A loud roaring voice of an animal tuned the solitary road frail girl walked on over time. With a thunderous thud, the ground rumbled in despair, almost cracks drawing into deep thinned lines on the ground, as if the entire area was on the verge of an earthquake-like experience.

Her curly strands in the linen of her both eyes are dancing through the waves of hot air caused by the unknown forces through which it is flowing to a place where she stands. Her bare hands formed like a rock as its veiny roots flaunted on its skin, and her steady breath became shallow and rasping. Her gleaming acorn eyes gradually transformed into a pair of two red pupils of stars that shone like a black and blue fire when the entire place was darkened.

An invisible powerful force formed a ball around her body, as if it was an impenetrable shield. In her right palm, a symbol of a golden sun with fiery rays, and a fiery anger butane fire that surrounds her entire body—stigmata. The vicious rays of copper chloride fire are like a protective barrier that burns the enemy in a split second if someone unconsciously touches the fire. The fire has a massively higher temperature of about a hundred thousand degrees Fahrenheit than the sun, which has a temperature of more than ten thousand degrees. That is much about melting in some substance in a matter of seconds or depending on the user's ability to burn the enemy. It can sometimes exterminate an enemy in a millisecond or less.

A huge multi-headed dog ran towards the silhouette of a woman on the other side of the domain. Screeching his pointed, sharp tooth and staring deeply into the enormous crimson fires that the outsider possessed. His skin feels tingling from the impressive heat of the crimson fire, as if he will melt from it. He let out his ferocious growls in an attempt to frighten the outsider, but he didn't feel the fright. He stepped away and tilted his head, as if contemplating, after another desperate growl.

The girl remains silent and stoic, as evidenced by her expression; she only directs a lethal glare at the dog and gently wipes the saliva from her right cheek. The girl appeared to him as a force of fire by the bright crimson fire, which reminded him of his master's destructive power and a mark of stigmata that belonged to the forbidden.

In a possession with heaven, a forbidden that holds destruction to the underworld.

"Why is a forbidden coming here in our place?" he growls.

Cerberus was slightly anxious about approaching the strange yellow light that shone fiercely in front of him. Her crimson eyes scream out in defense. A strange yellow light gathered both of her hands and transformed them into a long sword, and when it transformed into a real sword with oozing light surrounding it, she did not hesitate to slice the blazing sword to the other head of Cerberus in a very fast speed.

And to the dog who was taken aback by the unexpected attack and is now lying helplessly on the ground. Hissing, he looked upon with a bloody stare and a lust for blood to kill, waiting for his other new head to emerge. However, after a minute of waiting, a new head failed to emerge from its den. His big eyes speak a thousand words of curiosity and a tinge of fear.

The girl had sensed the fear and felt compelled to humiliate the dog. She approached the dog and knelt to look it in the eyes. "How does it feel to be so powerless in front of a human?" she smirked wickedly.

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Josiah's strong fist landed squarely on Laura's face.

"Well, that's a pretty hard punch," Laura said gauntly as she stood up from the floor, angrily wiping the blood from her right cheek. She spits blood into the side of her mouth and looks up at the warrior nun, who is standing in front of her with a heavy pistol pointing at her. "Josiah."

The petite warrior nun stares blankly, with nothing inside to decipher. Her heavy pistol remained pointed at Laura, ready to fire its bullet right through the chest, but Josiah's uneasy state was a sight for relief.

The anti-demon gun contained divinium, a substance capable of penetrating wounds and even slaughtering demons and special people like her. Every escape plan or combination combat move is impossible to carry out because it was easy for the petite to click the trigger and kill her right in front of the nuns' very curious eyes.

Laura could only hold her rage and be more cautious of the petite. She despises the thought of dying from the divinium. She desires something different, and anything painful could only result in her unfathomable death in a million ways, where she would no longer be able to feel her agony and suffering.

"Do you have any plans other than pointing that son of a bitch gun at me? " Laura inquired authoritatively. Her eyes became bloodshot redder as blood like an Asura's blood flowed through her veins, and sharp pointed red wings slowly emerged on her back, aiming its sharp metallic red with a mixture of black colors at Josiah. "Aiming a divinium-filled gun at special people like me is a crime in the eyes of our forefathers. You're going to do something stupid beside that eyesore of a gun."

On the other hand, Jennie's both eyes express a lot of hateful emotions towards her long-time friend who abandoned them due to her desire to be rouge.

And the fact that there was place of her heart praising the girl, for that she didn't lose hope despite all of her misery and misfortune in her life.

She is a person who does not age, a lone warrior who overcomes victories in a battlefield in the past and the present, and she was once devoted to assisting those in need. She's a wonderful person who is equally neutral on both sides.

Lastly, she used to be a passionate lover.

Josiah is familiar with Laura, but not with some aspects of her life. Because the other girl chose not to share the other half of the story. She wanted to get to know her as a person, but whenever she tried to ask about it, she was met with distance and coldness.

She understands her completely. As her friend, she will. But today was a shock and a sudden grief for her dearest friend who had been bitten by a demon and she, who was working on a cure for the demon's bite.

It happened in Cadiz, a city where there is a demon surge, and many people have been possessed by wraiths. The town was surrounded by dark clouds and rushing winds when the archaeologist began to recite the mantra. That so many wraiths had escaped and began possessing humans.

They fought together to save the town.

Mera, on the other hand, was captured and bitten for rescuing a nun who had also been captured, and the demon was able to conjure a curse before returning to hell. Josiah remembered how those things had become a nightmare for them when they decided not to tell anyone until she found a cure by entering the cave where the surge began.

She is a strong warrior and a great friend of hers, and she needed to do it for them, but all she found was an odd painting that drawn every wall in the room, and at the end of the maze was a room that sheltered a large circle with rays surrounding it.

It looked like a crown, like Mother Mary's crown.

"You shouldn't do it, Laura," Josiah yelled angrily and pulled the trigger directly shots where the girl had stand. "Not without my guidance, with your plan to murder our sister!"

Laura's right shoulder was hit on the other side by the bullet. It's oozing a lot of new blood, and she's in excruciating pain as it runs through her veiny arm. She jerked her neck and hissed like an animal. "I don't fucking have a choice, Josiah, as you know. I never have a choice."

She summoned the long sword and attacked the petite, slashing the sword's sharpened tip on its left shoulder. Surprisingly, the petite was able to avoid the attack and open a door for a punch in the side of Laura's ribs. And as Laura had successfully landed a hard slap on Josiah's left cheeks, causing the petite to turn her body in the yoga mat.

Josiah's cheeks have become dull and dark as a result of the slap, and the other side of her lips has a tiny scratch of wound that is beginning to fill with blood.

Josiah rose from the ground and drew her sword in a defensive stance. "You have a fucking choice! You have to!"

Laura took three steps back, the tip of the holy gun fixed on Josiah's head, after summoning another holy gun with both hands. The cat-eyed girl who used to smile like a gummy candy and always deliver a joke for their sister has changed.

It was as if she was mad, confused, and possessed by a reaper to murder someone.

And Laura knows it; all she could do was sigh in exhaustion when she realized this battle was more idiotic than telling Lisa to twerk in front of some elderly couple.

"We don't have to fight for this, Jennie," Laura contended.

While in the corner side, the other nuns stood there silently watching them, they were powerless to stop their fight.

Her breath had become tired, and she wanted the fight to end with no casualties.

But, sensing her vulnerability, Jennie lunged the sword forward, which Laura caught with the gun, creating a whirring sound from both metals.

Their brows are so close to touching that it's as if a cat's blazing eyes and Laura's calm and tired eyes met.

"We really shouldn't do this, Josiah. It is a mistake to kill each other." Laura's voice was so calm that the petite was tempted to become irritated by other girls' inappropriate behavior.

But Josiah didn't think twice about lunging another attack from the side, and the other was able to deflect it with her wings while strengthening her magic into a lethal one that attacked to her side.

"It isn't," Josiah countered. " But only after you've killed Mera. I was so close to finding a cure for her!"

Laura cursed, and her veins thickened to the consistency of rubber. "You know I had no other options after I smelled a demon. It is my responsibility to kill them, not to spare them for personal reasons. And, for God's sake, there is no cure!"

Josiah, on the other hand, fought her way to the girl.

Killing one of her sisters is not acceptable when she is so close to discovering a cure for Seulgi's illness. It does not have a cure, but she was hoping and believing.

Only to find that her precious friend was dead.

She felt betrayed, and her heart was filled with rage.

That she was able to land a punch for her mate. And now they're countering each other's blows, deflecting each other's surprise attacks at a rate no nuns could ever match.

Josiah is a powerful warrior with extensive fighting knowledge, but she is limited by her human limitations.

Unlike Laura, who has no physical limitations and can withstand a long fight, heal in between battles, and summon a relic weapon at any time. However, even the most gifted individual has flaws. Divinium, or any weapon containing divinium, has the ability to kill her.

As a result, Josiah decided to use it against her. The gun will quickly kill her. After throwing hard punches, the two took a step back, their ragged breath tuning a tone for the silent room filled with nuns who were silently watching them.

Probably for research purposes in combat.

Laura wanted to say something, but the other girl was dead set on annihilating her. Based on the girl's sudden action, she immediately prepared her metal wings as a shield against the incoming bullets.

Meanwhile, Josiah was loading divinium bullets into her gun when she noticed Laura was already in her cover position. She marched angrily as her gun shot the other girl, each bullet penetrating the wings and destroying the metal feathers, which she gained back repeatedly.

Laura maintains her kneeling position as her all-seeing eye observes the other girl's expression of rage as she marches closer to her. She could already feel the limit of her wings' healing ability, but she asked Raphael to give her more time to act because lunging an attack was impossible with thousands of divinium bullets embedded in her.

There will be times when a divinium will strike her in the head. She can't do anything unless the other girl has a plan to stop it.

Raphael: Unless we can use all of our strength to get close to her.

Laura: We can't put ourselves out there. There are eyes in every direction!

Raphael: The divinium bullet that hit the other side of your shoulder has weakened you. You are using mine in such a destructive way as sacrifice, and it is extremely dangerous when our combined power is not in its proper form. You are well aware that if our combined power is not in the proper form, something bad will happen to you!

Laura: I understand. But if we just used it in a place where a divinium could hit my body, we can reduce the sense of our power.

Raphael: That is a slight chance. However, there will be few casualties. Can you keep it together?

Laura: Of course. I'll be fine.

By a minute of trying to keep her energy into one place and emerges, she feels a different surge of power coursing through her veins, as if hot lava were flowing at breakneck speed.

She becomes sensitive, unique, and powerful. She can hear and see everything beyond the walls, including humans. Her blood eyes passed through to Josiah's anatomy, where she saw what humans keep inside their bodies.

It's a breathtaking sight.

A good way to defeat a human with divinium is to find their weak points. Then she summoned a hardened stick of wood and slashed it to the right side so the petite could see how powerful it was.

She saw Josiah was preparing another divinium bullet and a grenade as a distraction.

While examining Josiah's body in a split of second, looking for any weak spot where she could land the stick and paralyze the petite for an hour.

Raphael: Her right ankle is weak.

Her gaze was drawn silently to the ankle, where she noticed a tiny crack of bone holding them together.

Laura: No way. It will seriously injure her.

But Josiah is wise and was able to see the other appeared to be preoccupied with something, she decided to attack first. She curves the gun quickly as she runs around Laura, and the bullet goes straight, but it turns sideways and shoots the other side of Laura's head when the bullet reaches the ten-kilometer mark.

While the other had transformed a solid metal to the part of her head where a bullet could potentially hit before using her teleportation speed to slash the wood on Josiah's left side of the waist.

From the perspective of her all-seeing eye, the slashed had broken a few bones of the ribs whereas Josiah coughed up blood and took a small step back, her hand went to wipe the blood that came out of her mouth.

"You jerk!" " Josiah cursed as she coughed incessantly. She brushed her teeth again and decided to switch her gun for a divinium sword. She jumped off the ground, the sword's handle positioned above her shoulder. "You broke a few of my ribs!" "

"Oh, I did that?" " Laura used the wood to confront Jennie's sword as she kicked her abdomen extremely hard, causing the other girl to land in the wall beside a running machine.

She hadn't even waited a second before teleporting and grabbing the other one to stick in the wall.

Her hand was on Josiah's neck, a magical bind coursing through her veins paralyzing the girl. Laura sees the girl attempted to move her hand, but the magic was so strong that she couldn't move her body at all.

"Release me! You shite of a fucking god!"

Josiah's cat-eyed fixation was on their leader's extraordinary wings. The other side bestowed very special wings on her as a gift of peace and friendship. It was given when Laura assisted them with something not on the list of orders in heaven. It was her own volition to assist them in exchange for something she desired in the first place.

Laura shook her head, "I can't release you if you're blaming me about her death."

"You're a jerk!" " Josiah yells, her face flushed all over. "You're a two-faced scumbag who doesn't deserve to be here! I'm aware of what you did, fucking deserter."

Laura's lip curved into a thin line, and both redden eyes held a depth of mystery and darkness that no one in the room could discern.

Only Josiah is aware of it.

"You are not like this, Jo," Laura said calmly, her gaze passing over Josiah's flecks. "You wouldn't bring up anything I'd said."

"Well, not any longer," Josiah spits into her face. "When you planned to kill Seulgi without first informing me! I am so close to discovering a cure. Why? "

Her redded eyes wandered down the floor, pondering for a moment. As she senses another large surge of power slowly approaching the room where they've fought.

A very bright and gentle power, where only a saintess can hold this kind of feeling.

A saintess who works for the future, a healer, and a warrior.

Elizabeth Dewn, a hundred soul, is the only Saintess who is still alive today.

"I don't have to explain it to you," Laura said as she steered the petite to the front door with her hand. She didn't mind the choking sounds of petite echoing through the silent room as she noticed a small white light slowly entering it.

As the three-warrior nun followed her, it was the Saintess who smiled, dressed in a sparkling long cloth with a cross pendant shimmers through her red eyes.

She felt annoyed in an instant of it.

Then she pretends to smiled brightly and threw Josiah like a sack at the Saintess' feet.

"Looks like you need to heal another one, Elizabeth," she remarked sarcastically.

The Saintess gentle laugh relieves the tension in the room.

Suffering is like a gentle god who was willing to help the people.

"You don't have to be a tyrant, Warrior. "Saintess responded calmly as she moved her hand to Josia and the nuns behind formed a triangle. They started murmuring a ritual that echoed through the halls like a Christmas carol.

As the light faded away from the Saintess' hands, it passed through Josiah's entire body and began to heal the damages as it should. "She has recovered. You should all leave the room. I need to speak with this strong warrior."

"What exactly is it? "

The nun both left the room.

They leave them alone in the room, where both of them have just stared at each other's eyes.

Quiet and skeptical.

The Saintess smiled softly.

"I had a very strange dream last night. And I'm hoping to see you happy in the near future, my long-time friend."

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"History is repeating itself. Once you've met the same person who offers you the opportunity and redemption to save the world. When you help the other side for the sake of your greedy soul, you will never get the happiness you deserve."

"Because you've been manipulated, I've ordered you to be cautious of the people you've met in your life."

"There was someone so close to you who will get you executed by the Orders. And you'll never have the best ending as a protector here."

Laura recalls how the Saintes' features left her numb and in debt after she dropped it like a grenade, destroying her heart and mind for a brief moment. She remembered how the white light gradually faded into her very red eyes as she felt her entire body shaken by the consequences of her own actions and decisions in the past.

It was completely devouring her right now.

As if she was a decaying body, with maggots slowly eating her brain and flesh alive with pain and regrets.

Gradually punishing her for what she had done.

She had once again given up hope in everything.

She decided to run in the deep forest at the back of the OCS, where there were many poisonous snakes roaming around and it occasionally went to the church by accident. Because a nun was bitten by a snake and died in the garden, they decided to install a mantra to protect them from the poisonous snake.

She and her friends, had gone to the forest out of curiosity without their mother's permission. They roamed the forest with swords and bows, only killing snakes.

However, they were unaware that thousands of them were sleeping in the cave that they had discovered, which prompted them to return home from the church.

They cannot carry out all of the snake-killings they desire because there are hundreds or thousands of them, which may result in casualties among their group.

And that was the last of Laura's moments with the group and the Church.

She jumped into the flowing river and ran all the way inside the cave, which was very dark and full of rabies from the bats. Her deep red eyes roamed the entire cave, amazed at the flowing water that was slowly forming a rock to the ground.

She walked in silence, a ragged breath echoing through the mouth of the caves as she summoned a black orb to assist her.

There were a lot of sharp stones that could cause her to slow down, so a little light could help her avoid them all.

She noticed another entrance to the cave on the left while walking down the small hallway, so she went through it.

Her furrowed brows say unknown and uncertain because the last time she saw it, it was just one hall way with no other rooms or entrance, or maybe someone had been digging the cave, but the rocks appear to be formed naturally.

Perhaps the entrance went unnoticed when they were fleeing the cave previously.

The cold breeze blows south as Laura raises the fire orb near the shrine on the side of what appears to be a door or entrance to someone's room. Her red eyes were staring at it for a long time, hoping to see the end of it.

"What the hell happened?" She hushed.

When the interior of the shrine has the bone structure of a three-month-old baby.

The bones appeared to be split in half and the limbs as it was positioned like an eye inside a triangle that she'd accidentally seen the familiar symbol of the enemy she'd once fought in the past.

There was an unusual symbol that was supposed to be an ancient language she had never heard of despite being an immortal for so long.

It's her first time seeing a language she doesn't understand, and it appears she's been missing out on a lot of information in the past. Her gaze was drawn to the side of the dark and airy room, where she could hear a small noise of unknown origin.

She can't say it was a person or a creature, but rather a floated substance that was slowly evaporating from her location.

She stepped back, shaking her head and unable to see what was coming through her, with a loud enchantment that stinging her ears and head.

She only covered the flame with her entire body, but the loud enchantment she had heard had become like her own thoughts, which seemed to control her mind and cause her to kneel.

"Stop! Fucking stop!"

Then she kneeled in the wet ground, quickly punching her head to silence the loud voices that were obstructing her sanity and hurting her ears.

She closed her eyes, attempting to concentrate, but she sees a scene filled with people dressed in white and covered in a white cloth, praying beside a shrine containing a familiar symbol.

The symbol she'd seen before.

The one she slaughtered and mercilessly threw to the gates of hell.

The pain intensifies, resembling a never-ending cycle of stabbing nails that cut deep into your flesh, all the way to the bone.

A machine gun or a missile, for example.

She couldn't help but scream in agony as her nails scratched the hardened rocks, causing them to bleed.

While the noise grew louder and louder, she didn't hesitate to bang her head against the wall and scream for more.

Her vision was filled with old remnants of the past, such as an old church and a group of women dressed in white dresses that were covered with white cloth, staring at her with a desire to possess her.

A hand that jolted her awake, and she felt a gentle hand patting her shoulder.

"You will be a sacrifice for a greater good," the man said.

Then she sees herself dressed in a lovely yellow gown, carrying a bouquet of roses and the thorns that keep her bleeding as she marches towards a group of women and a priest.

A very familiar priest who has been wickedly smiling in anticipation of her arrival.

As if it was a death march for something so precious.

Laura couldn't hold her breath and shuddered as it felt familiar.

She felt compelled to flee because it was so familiar.

Her senses become dulled and everything turned into darkness.

"Father Daniel." she whispered before coming back to the past.