Disciples Page #2

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Tatiana is here.

Tatiana?

Yes.

The Agrat Bat Mahlat.

One of Lucifer's many warriors.

What are you doing?

Just want the bad dreams to stop.

So I thought maybe this would help.

Its more than that isn't it?

Are you troubled by Victoria's little mistake?

She thinks she knows where she may have

left it.

But you have to promise not to get angry.

I promise.

She walked to the beach

the other day.

She has never done it before

and she'll never do it again.

She's a good girl.

She's just confuse.

You have to understand how hard

this is for her.

She's like your real daughter and

She needs you to understand.

Only the flesh dies,

you know that.

And Victoria does too.

Are you scared?

No, I'm not scare.

But Victoria is fragile.

She hasn't been around as long as we have

and we are all that she knows.

We have not aged...

in over a hundred years.

I know you face..

better than my own.

My only concern is.

The bad things I've done.

Ah.

Tatiana.

What a nice surprise.

I didn't think I'll be seeing you

until the gathering.

To what do we owe the

pleasure of your...

early arrival.

That's funny.

Even though I'm not surprise.

I was about to ask Marishka

the same question.

Once a whore, always a whore.

Eh, Marishka.

Jealous.

Not in the least.

And who the hell is this?

It's been a long time since

the last gathering, Tatiana.

This..

This is Elizabeth.

Tatiana.

It is such an honor to meet you.

I'm sure.

We need to talk.

What do you know about the ...

- What are you talking about?

- The girl.

What's it to you,

you freak.

Honey.

You okay?

Come on.

I don't want to see

you like this.

Its been half a century

since Raine was taken.

So how they knew she wore the marks.

They must have been sent by..the

the church.

But how?

How could they know and why

had they not come for Victoria.

Only the Maker can know any of this.

But if we do not have both of them,

all we've done is for naught.

How could I have let them take her?

That wasn't you fault.

There was nothing you could do.

Been like I'm being punished

ever since.

How can you say that.

In what way?

In my dreams!

In my dreams.

Always in my dreams.

It's like I'm a pastor..

or... or reverend

of a church.

And I'm... I'm..

reading to the congregation.

But the congregation is..

What?

Tell me.

They are the people that

we killed..

Sometimes, you're there.

You're playing the organ.

You looked.

So very beautiful.

But then it grows dark.

And I wake.

To the sound of people chanting.

And I'm bound

to a cross.

And I look up.

And overlook this mob.

Yelling at me.

They want to kill me.

He thinks he's a savior.

I had similar dreams.

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