[ CHAPTER 35 ] - { THE PRIEST OF SATAN MARIA } - ( PT. 5 )

{ PT.  5 } - Then turned to see the familiar image of Frya from Johan's phone, and an older man with the distinguished looks for Omar Sharif, whom they had also seen in photos on the phone. You saw it all the way from the apse? said Christiano. Frya nodded reverently and slowly walked towards Angelica. Yes I did, and it was the most breathtaking sight I have even seen. She held out her hand towards Angelica who raised hers in return. Frya kissed it as soft tears spilled from her eyes. This is my father, Kurush walked forward with his hand outstretched, taking hold of Angelica's and kissing it. Forgive me for not greeting you with the respect you deserve. Angelica's cheeks were crimson. I have been waiting for this moment since before I knew what I was waiting for, but we mustn't attract any more attention. Why did you choose this place? asked Christiano. Believe us, our suggestion was not as random as you think, and what we witnessed only serves to deepen our belief. We will explain more when we are alone, replied Frya. Will you come with us? Christiano and Angelica looked at each other with the questioning expressions of: Should we trust them? Frya noticed and said, Please, there's nothing we want more than to make this all clear to you, but not here. It's best we show you. Christiano clenched his jaw and gripped tighter onto Angelica's hand. She looked up at him for his thoughts. His deep blue eyes were dark with foreboding. Yes, we will come with you, she said. Angelica, wait, said Christiano. Excuse us for a moment. He pulled her aside. I and many others just witnessed a miracle.                                                                            _______________________________________________________   

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