Later in the morning, I found the church door open and there were some fathers and nuns in there. I knew each and every one of them but didn’t speak to anyone.

They also didn’t seem to be interested in talking to me.

"What killed them?" an old nun asked to a younger one.

"Talking of men I would say guns but I don’t have any answer if you are asking about children." She answered unaware from fact of me knowing the answer.

I stayed in there for a long time. I stayed there until every single person from there was gone. Then looked at the mosaics which I loved the most and found creepy at the same time. I witnessed my discomfort with mosaics in the very moment.

There were no arts in mosaics. Glass had turned red as blood and the church smelled like rotten and burnt flesh. I looked at where the mosaics used to be and saw naked nymphs with blood dripping down after perishing of their virginity. They were raped by Satan and they wept. In the other side there were some naked nymphs who were floating in the air and one Satan was suspending by her hair. She was in pain but another Satan slit her throat and began to drink blood from there. I could not overlook her feet lurch in pain.

Feminine screams surrounded the place when a Satan pulled another nymph, stripped her, raped her and began to drink blood by poking them from tridents. All faced the similar fate in there.

I stumbled and fell back in terror. I couldn’t keep his eyes off what I was seeing. I saw another nymph being hanged and a Satan make a cut on her feet. Satan began drinking blood from her feet when she was still alive. The children were thrown inside cauldron filled with boiling oil and were cooked by Satan holding trident. Children screamed in agony as mammoth blisters covered all their body.

"We are starving." Another one of them said after it was done with draining blood out of a nymph.

Many female heads dropped down from there. One also fell in front of me. I didn’t want to see such beautiful virgins get raped and killed. But I could neither walk nor could close my eyes for some reason.

I saw the same terrifying Satan which pointed at me, "This man hasn’t seen this. Let him see. Others have seen this. But not this human. Let him see and let him remember what he is watching."

Others broke into laughter.

But the thing which shocked me most was the man on the cross who was being flayed. And one Satan was chewing his thighs while other was drinking blood from his slit throat.

"AAARRRGGGHHH!!!" I screamed and closed my eyes in horror after watching the happening. I was watching heaven and I wasn’t dead yet.

Blood then fell on my face.

I closed my eyes and screamed as loud as I could. Then I forced my eyes open. I saw the old nuns and fathers arrive from the door.

I was drenched in sweat. I was in no condition to speak and was gasping. Looked around the mosaic, cross and whole place. Everything was fine. No one was getting raped, no one was being cooked, no one was being flayed and no one was being killed.

"What happened, Tarot?" a father almost of my age asked.