The fact that Mario will not return to the morning, it was easily predictable. His safeguards did not return too. Not anyone else to ask something. Although no, one guy, obviously from his suite, was sitting in the corridor, squeezing his own head with his hands. Blaise learned Rico with difficulty. He led himself and looked like a mentally ill. Even hit several times with a head about the wall, rushing to drive some thoughts or memories.
«Bird» he repeated all the time.
«What?» Blaise carefully sat down next to him and began to look at the ugly bites on his hands. Familiar traces! Rico is a living dead man, but he still does not know about it.
«A large marble bird,» he mumbled. «She flew and attacked on top. And it was useless to shoot it. She is from marble. Do you believe me?»
«Of course, I believe you,» Blaise carefully took a weapon from him.
«Im not crazy,» he looked around.
«No more than I,» Blaise reassured him, «but youre better to sleep.»
His gun was with a silencer. How lucky! She lowered the trigger, without thinking, and watched the guys brains waved around the wall.
It is strange that more than about the take-off life she thought about how ridiculous blood splashed a beautiful bas-relief. Mario appreciated an art. Now Mario was dead. For the sake of whim, she sacrificed her godfather. Now she needs to be a leader or kill everyone here. Her survival system was simple you need to eliminate anyone who does not want to recognize you the leader.
Mario before his death, at least satisfied his curiosity. It was necessary to believe her words. But people like to think that she is lying when she says that religion and marble bother her to live.
Religion of the Rosier family is the biggest evil on Earth. She inspires the descendants of the kind that there are some higher forces that lead each of your step, as if you are a toy. And no longer matters: you leave from the crypt where these forces live or not, dependence on them still remains.
She felt like that, as if the statues, who were not here, followed every her step.
What strikingly empty and quiet has become a huge house. Blaise walked along the corridor, holding a weapon at the ready, and did not meet anyone. There were several corpses here. She wonder who killed them? Certainly not she.
Marios last wife, a very young dim girl, was dead, crushed as if a column fell on her. His young daughter from the first marriage Etna sobbed, squeezing in the corner. Blaise studied her wounds with a look only moment, and then brought the trunk of the weapon to her temple.
«Sorry, but death is the best way out for you.»
Blaise pressed the trigger to dark forehead of Etna. She fired only one shot at her. Someone pale and marble stood outside the window, but he did not intervene.
Patrons- enemies
On the evening streets drizzled rain. There were almost no passers-by.
Blaise felt the smell of fried meat. Chicken carcasses fried on the grill. For some reason it seemed to her that it was heads of her enemies. Blaise quickly passed by snack bars. The hungry stomach twisted with vomit spasms. Despite the hunger, she did not want to have a snack.
Angelic statues assured her that the lack of hunger is the first step towards immortality.
Blaise has become practically invulnerable, but with the sinister statues from the crypt, she could not cope.
She remembered how after the death of her beloved friend, Luciana got a heavy sledgehammer and tried to break the statues. They did not even flutter. Neither the crack did not appear.
Now she was about to repeat the attempt. Statues were unshakable. And the rock is easier to crush than these boulders every little more than a person. They seemed huge only because of the wings, unfolded so widely that their tips sharpened over curly angelic heads. Why do these beautiful angels resemble cosmic monsters from Lovecrafts stories? Because Lovecraft advanced the version that all earthly gods and monsters are actually aliens from space, so strong and perfect in the abilities that the weak limited in the forces people took them for the deities. But these deities were the monstrous cosmic evil who broke into our planet. Are these angels? Who are they? Why do they need Rosiers family? All descendants to one! Was it impossible to find some new family for all past centuries to connect to an even unspent energy source? Why do they need some descendants of Rosiers? What is so special in Rosiers?
«They dont calm down until they destroy all your family,» said the blinde boy. «And all because of the fact that all branches of your family could not give them something, for which they, in fact, made a deal with people. And when they finally got it, they allowed to tear to pieces the whole family. The clan of Rosier was no longer needed, because they wanted only one thing.»
«What is it?»
«You!»
He was just wrong. Or the angels deliberately told him a lie? They loved to play riddles, especially with those who have not seen them. It was so easy to tease the blind boy. The boy gradually became their slave, it is useless to communicate with him. And yet Blaise said: