Chapter 13.

The boys began their search for Agatha on the dance floor, looking carefully for a woman who had the ugliest and most unpleasant appearance in the world, perhaps that way they could find the woman, luckily for them, at the moment they said they were going to look for the ugliest and most beautiful woman who was like chicken broth: old, but tasty...

Suddenly a woman with tanned skin approached them and told them that if they wanted to find the most beautiful woman in the place they would have to go through the back, the boys nodded and walked towards the indicated part, once there they realized that it was like a costume party on Halloween, disaster inhabited the place and the rot was great, however, the liquor was what was left over in that tavern.

After stumbling upon unpleasant people who looked like the living dead, they managed to find the whereabouts of the most beautiful woman in the place, her skin was wrinkled like a raisin, her hair was grayish white, you could see her veins through her fragile skin and her cat eyes were her greatest attraction.

Reena caught his attention by tapping his shoulder and turning her around to ask if they could have a private audience with her, to which the old woman did not refuse and indicated that they follow her to a more private place, so once they arrived, the old woman told them: I heard that you were looking for me, ¿why do you want my attention? To which Lucas replied: my lady, we are looking for you because we want to find the unknown that haunts us ... when suddenly Agatha a little annoyed spilled the cup of tea on the table and said: ¿how dare you call me lady? I am a young, beautiful and very coveted woman, to which Willy sarcastically added: it will be in every wrinkle that your youth is because I see you as the witness of the dinosaurs; Agatha a little irritated raised her hand showed her central palm over her right eye and when she removed it her body was that of a woman no older than 16 years old with youth on the surface of her skin and immeasurable beauty; and turning his palm and passing it over his left eye, he returned to his current form, impressed, Dario told her that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and that he wanted to ask for her help seriously, then she said: tell me with that attitude what do you want from me, and Luke answered: beautiful lady, we have doubts, why our closest relatives, that is, our parents died drowned, which according to the authorities was naturally, that it was as if they had a respiratory arrest and died, but it is too much of a coincidence that they died on the same day and in the same way, coincidences do not exist, but omens do exist, they did not die naturally, but they cannot blame anyone either because who killed them is a very strange hybrid, because it is someone who has noticed you long before birth, to which Oscar said: ¿who could notice an unborn soul? And then Agatha told him: you are still deluded and you believe that your grandfather Henry was the one who returned that ball to you, to which they nodded indicating that yes, then Agatha told them that they had a wrong thought and asked them if Darren has something to do with this… And Agatha told them that if they wanted to know exactly what was hunting them, they would have to know Darren's true story first and with everyone agreeing, the woman began to tell the story of that young man:

More than 70 years ago I was a 10-year-old girl, my mother was a witch and my father was a sorcerer, therefore, since I was little I learned the art of the occult, sorcery and magic... as I grew up I became stronger and stronger, surpassing my parents 3 times more, one day it reached the ears of my parents that the high priest had ordered to annihilate anyone who practiced the dark arts, because it was considered heresy to the word of God.

It was a very dark time, since many families in our community were murdered, burned and annihilated. When they came to my house, my parents told me not to be afraid, to be strong, but to hide the fact that I could master magic, to simply pretend to be a deaf person who does not hear and to pretend to have some kind of deformity in my body so that they would let me live, I asked them if I would see them again, then they told me that in another life maybe we will meet again; and then, I remember that I told them: I will be happy to be reborn as your daughter, and while they dragged my parents out of that place, I had to pretend that I was painting a picture like any other girl, so that when the high priest ordered to burn the whole family, they entered my house to look for every person, object or animal that moved, but the moment the high priest began to talk to me and I began to ignore him as my parents had instructed me, pretending to be a deaf person, the man thought something was wrong and once he got closer he noticed that I was missing half of my arm and that I was only painting with my right hand, immediately that man wrote on the painting he was painting if I understood anything of what my parents did and I shook my head... he asked me again if I could swear in the name of the Lord if he was being sincere, and I nodded, then the man told me: it doesn't matter my daughter, from today you have a lawyer, you should never have been born in this place and at that moment I entered the church and began to study to become a nun as he had told me.

During the day I was one and at night I was another; by day I was who they wanted me to be; ...at night was exactly what my parents had instilled in me, a short time later I began to notice the disappearance of some nuns after they came of age, they simply disappeared or were transferred to a very far away place, to my surprise, one full moon night walking through the halls of the cathedral I began to hear strange sounds…very strange to which I was not accustomed, and approaching the door where these sounds came from, I looked through a crack to see how the high priest sexually abused those women making them live atrocities, I immediately memorized everything and ran away, but while I was running I did not realize, I tripped and fell directly into the arms of a boy who was also running, and seeing him I asked: ¿what are you running from?, and he said: I am running away from my father, I asked him: ¿what is your name?, and he told me that his name was Peter, that boy continued running and disappeared in the middle of nowhere, then I returned to my room passing safely and adding more bars to the locks for my own protection…

The days continued and so did the disappearances, no one dared to blame the church for those women, because they had a good alibi saying that they were sent to a very far away place to serve the name of God, however, I knew the truth.

I began to have encounters with Peter and with the long and quiet nights, everything that was not during the day, with Peter was different… he explained to me that there are several hierarchies after death; there are the Angels, there are the demons, the souls and ghosts and the specters, but that the coexistence and reproduction between any of them with others is totally forbidden by God; and those who like that type of aberrations are condemned to not exist.

His parents were the king of the specters with a little demoness, but that was a secret that very few people knew and it was because he had to stay hidden among humans.

Years passed and with him also went Peter, I had turned seventeen when I met a couple called Sam and Constantine who were minors and could not make their relationship public because of the church, their age and class difference, that same day I also met a newborn baby that the high priest had brought to the cathedral to raise as an altar boy, claiming that he was the son of a prostitute, that he did not know the identity of the father and had given him to be educated in a correct way, his name was Darren and her only wish when giving him away was that, that he be guided on the right path…

 I understand that there were gaps in the story, but I did not worry much and I took care of Darren throughout my stay in that place as if it were the son I never had; Sam and Constantine often came to play with Darren and brought him gifts…

To protect him from any pedophiles hiding in the church, I begged for his crib and bed to be placed in my room and so they agreed to let me take care of him day and night…

One night while I was playing with Darren who was 2 years old, Peter came back and when he saw him he asked me if the baby was mine, I told him no, that he was an orphan, then he said that he would take care of him in the future and after death, he would let him enter the part of the ghosts so that he would not have to suffer as much as other mortals; he deliberately kept his promise.

When Darren was 10 years old, Peter came more often and always gave him something and taught him something or other, he took him on excursions secretly at night and brought him back before dawn.

One day Peter appeared in broad daylight, and sure enough, Darren was so familiar with him, that he went to meet him and greet him as if he were a father, then the doors of the cathedral were closed and the high priest ordered Darren to be executed, and I having no way to avoid it, I rebelled against them, and as I am a very skilled witch, and caused the death of several clerics, priests and nuns and managed to get Peter to escape from that cathedral and go directly to the house of Sam and Constantine, who kept the secret of Darren's location, and once feeling that he was safe, I went to the cathedral and found out that Peter was dead.

He disappeared from that place, turning me into an ex-nun fugitive from justice in Bergen…

When Darren turned 19, Peter drowned him in the pond of that house, forbidding anyone to take his body out, and from that day on, Peter and I have been enemies.

Over the years, I learned from a good source that he had done it so that he could take care of the stone of destiny of love, Darren having to agree with that act and sacrifice something that Peter asked of him. Since then, I promised myself never to set foot in that place again. I couldn't stand having to see the two people I loved the most for a moment. That's why I take refuge in this place where the dead tell their lives and laugh at those who, while alive, wish to be dead, because the afterlife never rests