Chapter Forty Two: Crossing

The Centaur was having a panic attack again, but he cannot let it show to others who may be interested in what he actually knows. This mental health condition persisted since he saw that angel nail someone to a cross, exactly in the same way that the news outlets had vividly recalled the heinous crime.

It was an angel, indeed; handsome, athletic built, and possesses a beautiful pair of dark wings, almost similar to the majesty of newly harvested peacock pearls in color. He saw him while he was cruelly inflicting the pain on her; the victim wanted to scream due to the excruciating torment of the crucifixion, but the angel was able to gag her, and prevented her from making a scene.

He could clearly see the thrill that the angel feels while he was doing this unimaginable torture. His face was full of expression of delight as he hammers down the nails to the wooden planks, as the victim was squirming uncontrollably from the agony of the tormentous wounds. The dark angel was very careful and methodical in his approach of evil, and he made sure that the whole process was done in a slow and agonizing manner.

After three long hours, the victim was finally dead. And now, the dark angel must begin the ritual needed to open the crossing. How he may have known this fact, it was also a mystery; it just occurred to him as an eyewitness, suddenly and at once, as if an invisible narrator was telling everything to him while the angel performs the several activities needed for the opening of the portal.

There is a very secretive myth about the capital city of Pietropolis involving the different portals that were existing layers upon layers in its domain and position in the twin elements of space and time, and that these portals always lead to "the ends of the Earth." What that means is anybody's guess, but the one thing certain is that these layers of dimensions answer to the in-depth call of the challenges of the precepts of human imagination.

There is really no definite answer at this point.

The Centaur's mind was full of confusion as he was witnessing all of this. He was as if triggered by the violence that was happening and he wanted to flee immediately, yet he cannot seem to back down from the explanation being provided to him by this invisible voice. Step by step, the satanic ritual permeated in his mind and he was immediately put in a trance by the infectious charm of the ceremony.

He honestly cannot recall what else was happening until he saw an invisible fiery substance that consumed the cross, and then he saw "winged" creatures coming out from the hole that seem to connect to a certain dimension, a place which he cannot tell. After the twelve creatures had entered into Pietropolis, the angel finished the ritual and closed the portal door.

The creatures flew in a circular motion as they formed a unique formation above and around the cross, before they faced the dark angel in unison. Each of the creatures was set ablaze, the light has shone brightly, but the creatures were not consumed by the blue flame. After a few moments, the creatures became beautiful phoenixes with immortal existence.

Satan smiled. From his vantage point, the Centaur can clearly see an evil face that was characterized deeply from a heartless being. The ritual was a success, and now the beginning has been concluded. What will follow after this crucial moment is yet to be determined.

"Finally, the crossing," he heard Satan say as the Devil laughed in the most cunning and triumphant way.

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