-No one knows for sure if everything proclaimed by that unfortunate girl in the torture rack was true, result of an illness, or simply an invention powerful and emphatic enough for them to stop putting her through so much suffering. -sentenced Juanillo- The case is that what she confessed next between shrieks of pain, silenced everyone present in terror and why not, more than one fantasized with being able to see it or participate in it, since there's a little bit of everything in the Lord's vineyard. Rebeca, that was the jewish girl's name, told with luxury of detail how her demon guided her in dreams to a forest on the outskirts of Toledo. It was a night of full moon and a crowd of stars shined so much that they seemed to be leaning to watch the dark sight: a black mass, an orgy in which bodies entwined pleasuring each other. A coven in which there were no rules... And presiding it: Him. The Prince of the Sweet Sorrow.
-No one knows for sure if everything proclaimed by that unfortunate girl in the torture rack was true, result of an illness, or simply an invention powerful and emphatic enough for them to stop putting her through so much suffering. -sentenced Juanillo- The case is that what she confessed next between shrieks of pain, silenced everyone present in terror and why not, more than one fantasized with being able to see it or participate in it, since there's a little bit of everything in the Lord's vineyard. Rebeca, that was the jewish girl's name, told with luxury of detail how her demon guided her in dreams to a forest on the outskirts of Toledo. It was a night of full moon and a crowd of stars shined so much that they seemed to be leaning to watch the dark sight: a black mass, an orgy in which bodies entwined pleasuring each other. A coven in which there were no rules... And presiding it: Him. The Prince of the Sweet Sorrow.