holding a medal of Saint Benedict.
After two hours, both men were drained, but they kept going on. Evening had fallen over the city of Madrid and inside the church there was very little light, and yet neither of them moved to light a candle or turn on a light.
"When's something going to happen?" asked Esteban, who noticed that his tiredness was beginning to wear down his resistance.
"I don't know. We could spend days, even weeks like this, without anything visible happening. But believe me, the battle has already started."
"But how will we know that we've won?"
"We will. It's hard to explain, but I hope you'll be able to understand it too. I also hope that Elena and her friends can give us a hand."
Father Salas put a silver crucifix, set in a cube of solid wood, near the belongings, and at that precise moment a sort of thunder came from outside and startled both men. All of a sudden, thousands of insects began hitting against the glass windows of the small church.
"What's that?" asked Esteban gripped with fear.
"Flies. Those are flies, Esteban, my friend."
" What? What does that mean?"
" It means we are on the right track."
XIX
E lena had been able to sleep for a couple of hours. She felt much better, less dazed. Her good friend, Andrés, was sitting at the edge of her bed and was watching her.
"What happened?" the parapsychologist asked, still a bit confused.
"You really don't remember anything?"
"No, not really. There are blurred images that are going around in my mind..."
"You found it, dammit, you found what we were looking for."
Andrés gave her the little black book with the golden pentagram on the cover.
"It's all coming back to me now."
"You went a bit mad. You were repeating incoherent phrases, until we somehow brought you home and you finally fell asleep."
"I was very, very scared."
"To be honest, you didn't seem to be. The ones going out of our minds with fear were Rodrigo and me."
"I think I was as terrified as you, but I was also enraged, I wanted to defeat evil, to take revenge after so much suffering."
"Well, here's your prize."
Andrés pointed at the book, smiling. He too needed to get some sleep, but he knew he couldn't while Elena was still rambling. For a moment, both Rodrigo and him had feared that the entity that entered her body.
"Oh my God, I must get to the church as soon as I can. Father Salas will have started the exorcism already, and he'll need this information."
"Please give yourself a few more minutes. After all this, a few more minutes won't make any difference. I think he'll actually be surprised that we've found this damned book so easily."
Elena lay down again and felt her head still spinning, as if she'd drank too much the night before.
"You're right. I'll rest a little more. But we'll definitely go to the church tonight."
"Definitely. Promise."
Andrés left the room, leaving his friend alone again. He would now indulge in some sleep, even if only for two or three hours. He really needed it.
Elena closed her eyes, but she immediately thought of the book. She opened it at the page that had been marked, the same page where she'd discovered that what was written there was a ritual to do a deal with the Devil. As soon as she started to read the first paragraph, the page lit up with a strange reddish glow that frightened her.
«This can't be... What's going on? Am I dreaming again?».
Before her bewildered eyes the image of Ana appeared, which then turned into the horrible being she'd seen reflected in her flat's window. That skull was laughing like mad, as if the situation was deeply amusing. And then, an even more terrible creature appeared among flames: a horrendous beast, with several heads and hideous insects' legs, and enormous bat-like wings flapping on its back. The thing then went towards the image of the architect and, with a brutal blow of its indescribable limbs, destroyed its skull. And then, the disgusting beast turned around and stared at her. Elena