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Somewhere sounded a strange singing. As if there were seven voices at once. Or is it some kind of bells somewhere ringing?

He turned around. The statues stood right in front of him. Still a second ago, there was emptiness. And now the wings of marble angels are closed everywhere. Pale swelling lips are torn off in fixed faces.

«What do you want from us?»

«What do you want from Blaise?»

One of the angels looked in his eyes. It seems that it was Amadeo. Although Mario himself did not know how it distinguishes them. They are all almost twins..

«Blaise should not have other patrons. The only patrons are we.»

Amadeo said it? Or immediately seven angelic voices mocked him.

Marble fingers dug into his eyes. The face was wet from the blood. Mario dropped to his knees on the cold floor. Is it possible to create something alive from marble? It turns out that you can. If only they did not create by hell. They whispered with alive voices, they moved, they laughed with a laugh.

«What do you need from Blaise? What do you need from all her family?»