Bloody Dawn. Daughter of Dawn. Natalie Yacobson

find her? Or anyone can consider that her body seemed to crush a marble block?

      Holy evil

      It is a pity that there were weaknesses in the prophecy. She needed to worry about how to survive a dangerous period. But Nicolette was calm like a stone.

      She felt her strength in the cathedral sculpture. There are no feelings or sensations or weaknesses. Nothing but devotion to your goal.

      And oddly enough, that young man at the meeting was similar to her. It seems so naive, and inside as if a stone. Neither feelings nor desires or weaknesses. Nothing but loyalty to his debt. The same fanatic like her. Only he was a fanatic of God, and she was a devil.

      When the clock has achieved the fatal point, night and day will be in one thing, solar eclipse will occur. And in the literal, and in the figurative sense. Nicolette waited, the clock was quietly sang.

      «Come to us! Soon! We also wait!»

      «Do not look at the fanatic! Just kill!»

      Nicolette caught a slightly pointed ear, even dropped into the direction of the golden curl, to better hear, but the clock mechanism was already silent. After all, she understood everything, but she wanted to think that she was heard. They meant the guy. Probably, it was worth turning his neck. She did not do it only from respect, in the end, he is the same fanatic of God as she is of a devil. No good memory of the Most Him has no longer left, but a persistent belief of this young fanatic, as if was ready to create a miracle.

      His faith will kill him. Because it is impossible to kill the devil. The devil himself was the creation of God. What is the first and most beloved. And he was created in order to rebel against his creator. The only independent creature in paradise! And God loved him so. Only he no longer loved God.

      Ferdinand thought that by destroying the devil, you can plunge evil. Ferdinand! Such an earthly name, in such an unusual person. He will die anyway, like anyone. So why not speed up this moment.

      The clock hinted on it. Only now she had much more important things. Nicolette mentally ordered a piece of paper in front of her to turn around. And the subject will restored her how any material thing would be conquered. For a moment, it became alive. The tiny scroll unfolded on the stone. Tonight she brought her unearthly servants. Small demons flew everywhere and saw everyone. Everything was interesting for them. And here is the list of her worst enemies lying in front of her. There were seven names. And almost all were from the Order of Ferdinand. Although Nicolette was sure that the list was not yet completed, but she decided that it was necessary to act immediately.

      It is not worth spending blood in vain. Nicolette found a fragment of an iron pen in her pocket. According to legends, this was the devil who concluded an agreement with his victims. She concluded agreements with nobody. Her methods were royal.

      Nicolette has collected the blood from the cut with the tip of the stylus. She was with a small piece of paper. Just enough so that it could fit seven names. Her blood slightly burns the paper. it would be easier to write with ink. But the blood was authentic.

      Beautiful letters curled close to each other. Seven names, with all their ecclesiastical titles and ranks. Here they are in her power! Those who planned to kill her, must die. Nicolette breathed on the paper and stared as it burns. Together with it was burning someone’s life. Exactly seven lives.

      Ashes fall on the stone floor.

      Nicolette looked at it with self-satisfaction. She liked to be to people as cruel as they are cruel to her. It was called – right court. God had to do so, but did not act. He spared scoundrels and was blind to the suffering of the innocent. The world just does not remain pure, because there was no one to protect it. God was asleep in his heaven, just as the ancient devil from stone in his niche. One Nicolette worked for the glory of justice. And she liked it! she liked to punish sinners. She liked to take up the sword. She liked to destroy the villains with magic and with weapons.

      She has a long list of victims. Nicolette gripped the hilt of the sword and rose from the stone floor. The blade scratched the stone. It tasted so much blood that now would crush and whole cities. What is the dragon’s fire in comparison to her rightful vengeance?

      At present she has at least three of her victims. Much more than The religious fanatics are hunting now for one victim – for her. She went out to hunt as coolly as they are. And she, too, had her own gods – silence, darkness and loneliness.

      Bloody initiation

      There was a place similar to the cave in his dream. Such were the sanctuary of the ancient gods. But what were their rites? It happened here the same thing as during his real initiation. Only those gathered were not monks. They were not human in general. These were strange fabulous creatures, only much more frightening. Probably, the creatures look like in hell. And they gathered around him around. They also sang some psalms or spells, someone laughed. Someone stroked his hair with claws. The clock was alive. He heard its call, almost words. It repeated:

      «Ferdinand! Ferdinand! Ferdinand!»

      And each time his name sounded with different intonations. For the first time it seemed to him as strange.

      The blood of his brothers was burst in him, calling for actions, but he was as if constrained. He tried to see the secret symbols on the walls behind the heads of monsters, but saw only bleeding candles.

      And he saw her alive, with dark ash wings, closed around a gold head. Even in a dream he became hot from her view, as if the burning torch was brought to the face.

      Nothing amazing. For a person. Naturally they fall into faint seeing her. After all, if you believe a legend, it was exactly that Dennitsa looked long before his fall. The most beautiful creation of God should affect.

      She amazed, admired and frightened a little. The beautiful face was surprisingly motionless. The golden strands rushed around it like live snakes. She was pale, but lips were red, as if they were in the blood.

      Ferdinand did not immediately notice the gigantic black shadow behind her back. As if the curve mirror behind her back reflected instead of the golden creation a black monster.

      It reminded him a initiation. The bloody initiation. Nicolette raised her hand in which the sharpened golden sickle flashed.

      Sickle is a sign of fate. And dreams are a maze of consciousness.

      Ferdinand tried to turn away, but she had already scratched with a sickle on his palm. It splashed blood, hot even in a dream.

      And the dream broke off.

      Ferdinand saw himself walking across the field, overgrown with some strange weed, almost above his head. The plants were like alive. He went through them with difficulty. The terrible creatures were hiding in them, grasping at his robes, scratching feet, hands and face. There was a sickle in his hand. In the dream, Ferdinand knew clearly that it is necessary to cut with a sickle both his wrists and irrigate the field with his blood. Then the great army of Nicolette will raise from the dust and poisonous thickets.

      «You want to do this for me, her beautiful voice seemed to laugh at him.

      There was a statue with her face at the end of the field. The same angel before him he was praying in the church. Only here, under overcast skies, the face of an angel had some sinister expression.

      The statue waited, not doubting that he will cut his wrists for the sake of it. And in his sleep he was ready to do it. Only one step separated him from committing a suicide in the name of some unknown satanic deity.

      He woke up with the feeling that he felt from heaven to earth. And somewhere before the awakening instead of a statue in front of him flashed the face of Nicolette. The beautiful lips breathed fire. And with fire just one word, which he had heard from her before:

      «Judas!»

      On the moment it seemed to him that this was his name.

      Ferdinand