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Blaise was not afraid to go down to the crypt, where in the dark between the sarcophagus, stood the seven statues. From the corpses of Mario and her girlfriend there is no trace. The drawer was behind the threshold of the crypt empty and full blood. The marble head disappeared. Curious where, if it is still not at the same place? Setius stayed, as it was, with a stump of neck.

Today, none of the statues came to life and did not even led the wing. If the statues have been drunk as much blood as it was in all Mario’s clan, then their laziness is not surprising.

In any case, Blaise entered the crypt when she wanted to go home. In fact, it was her home and her entire dynasty. The crypt was inherited from one descendant to another, as the sanctuary for the accuracy of terrible rites, bringing the influence and wealth. Then the statues allowed to kill the whole family. Why? Blaise peered into cold fixed faces, as if it was possible to read the answer. Why did they destroy all her relatives? Her father? Her brother? Her uncle and aunt, cousins and cousin? Didn’t anyone feel sorry besides her.