Back in the villa, Sophia and Miranda sat together in the living room. The silence was broken only by a faint, terrifying sound coming from upstairs.
"Can you hear it?" Sophia whispered. "That sound...it's my aunt."
Miranda shook her head. "No, my dear. That's not your aunt. That's the devil himself, trying to frighten us. But after what I saw today—the priest summoning the devil out into the open and burning him before our very eyes—I'm not afraid of them anymore. He'll do it again. He has to."
Sophia shuddered. "But I can't stand those sounds. I'm afraid for my aunt. What if the devil kills her before the priest returns? Tell me, Miranda, when exactly will he come?"
"At sunset," Miranda said firmly. "He promised."
Just then, the distant rumble of an engine cut through the air.
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