Natalie Yacobson - Bloody Dawn. Daughter of Dawn

He prayed to himself… as a person who considers himself close to God may be at the same time so insensitive? Why did he never notice the suffering of women who went on him crazy? After all, then he was not yet a monk. And then as if something called him, and he disappeared from the world.

Crazy, but so desirable.

Her fingers dug into the twisted binding. Iron rods crashed into the skin to blood. How long can you go down the steep monastery stairs to reach the one who came to visit you? The time that has already passed seemed eternity. She was no longer hoping to see in the distance his blond head. Ferdinand almost passed by, without even noticing her. She had to verify him several times before he looked in her direction and nodded dryly.

Has he remembered at least something from his former life, seeing her here? Will regretted what left?

Wealth. Request. Heritage. Lovers. Bind-free life for which he was born. For what could be left all this? Any other would have dreamed of being in his place. Is there something great for which you can throw and forget all earthly goods?

She almost asked him about it out loud. You need to be more careful. He did not like her attention.

«How are you?» She had a lot of questions that she asked in a hurry, but Ferdinand seemed to not listen.

«Things are good!»

And it was all! One sole phrase, obscured by chance. In addition to a beautiful nape, removing from her, Josselin could no longer consider anything. He seemed to not notice her. Rather defeated than praying. She suddenly felt wild evil. What power keeps him here? Far from her. Far from the world. Around everyone, except for something secret that he was completely swallowed and turned away from all alive.

Josselin was in despair. How she did not want to put up with the thought that he was lost forever. But today he will definitely return. You will need to choose a more favorable moment. And now she was waiting for a groom and a black carriage, which would be fit more for the funeral. In such a place in the other and you will not come. She was not even let to visit the territory of the monastery. Everyone who saw her was turned away from her as from the plague. Madmen who pray on the statues and do not want to notice living people! Josselin looked at one of the winged sculptures in the altar and felt suddenly such humiliated, as if she was crawling on all fours under the pedestal, and did not go on two legs. The greatness of this thing as if turned her into a worm. She wonder if she will faint right now, will her servants find her? Or anyone can consider that her body seemed to crush a marble block?

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.

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.