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"Salamander House"

So... you want to take it?

It's perfect…

I've got villas in better condition.

This has been abandoned a long time.

It's not very comfortable. - I know, but it's not important.

Just letting you know...

so you can have a pleasant holiday.

I'm not here on holiday.

I'm here to work. - It's up to you!

I have to tell you that the cleaning company hasn't been contacted...

So inside there's a still much to do.

Don't worry. I'll see to it.

And then my wife will join me here in a few days.

I say this for your wife…

I don't want her to be shocked with the condition inside…

My wife is used to it. We've been in worse places than this.

It's important that there is everything that I've heard talk about.

Speaking about this…

What exactly do you know about the villa?

Everything I've read, and seen on the internet.

Look, if you're referring to that video, it's all false.

All false. It's just a stupid prank.

But here inside, someone died.

I've followed the press of the time, and official news.

An accident...

just a stupid accident. Nothing weird or supernatural!

And what can you tell me about the Mystic Salamander sect?

Sick people!

They think they can emulate that Mason guy… Manson

It's because of them that the villa has been abandoned for so long.

- Well now it's no longer there! - Good!

You know?

I've read all your books.

Novels, not books.

Books are generic texts…

Novels, however, draw you in, and have their own life.

Yes, fine!

I'm curious to know what you're working on…

What your latest work... "Romanzo" is about?

I am also here to discover it.

Looks like you have all you need. Everything is fine.

Thanks a lot! - Thanks!

Well, I say it again...

If you want to change your mind, you're still in time, to find something else.

- Absolutely no! - Good!

I'll take it as it is, with all its legends and eventual ghosts.

Fine, fine…

- So I sign every page, as normal, eh? - Yes, yes, up here...

and the other… - Yes yes!

Thanks.

And then, like a good American,

I've a nose for business. And this price seems to be a real deal.

Well if you like it so much, I can organize things...

A favorable evaluation for an eventual purchase.

They say that the villa belonged to a satanic sect...

That story it's no secret... - I'll think about, thanks.

I must first talk with my wife, you know that the women always have the last word?

Certainly… You don't have to tell me, you are perfectly right.

My wife practically won't let me decide anything…

And with regards to this…

This…

It's my wife's favorite novel.

Would you like to dedicate it her to her…

It'd guarantee a great evening for me…

Absolutely yes, with great pleasure.

What is the lady called? - Agatha

Agatha…

Precious as the stone. - Eeeh, cold and hard.

Thanks,

and then this here is my favorite:

You like to look eh?

Ah! That is a rarity.

I told you, I've read all your books.

Excuse me, your novels. - My first novel.

I had almost forgotten that I wrote it.

You have given me a great gift Mr Luca.

But you to me.

Thanks! - A pleasure.

Thanks a lot Mr Santana. Thanks again! - Thank you very much.

Good!

It's all perfect!

Hi, my love!

So… tell me, how did it go?

Fine, great!

The house is what I want. The price too.

You see? You with so little trust in me.

That is stupendous! What great news!

You know I can't wait to be with you?

Me too, I can't wait to embrace you.

Alright, I'll just get things organized here, and I'll start on it immediately.

I can already feel the first creative vibrations.

Are you serious?

Yes, I don't know how to explain it.

It's a feeling I got as soon as I entered.

Aren't you already being influenced?

Right, it has to intrigue and stimulate my creativity, no?

Your creativity…

Is extremely important, my love.

Above all when you are here with me.

Well, you're my first fan, no?

No no, it's not that I am simply your number one fan.

I am above all your editor, don't you forget it.

And who could forget?

My editor!

All I am is thanks to you Sara.

And I always aware of this.

But now I must say, bye.

What is this stink?

What the fuck is that?

Regarding deadlines!

I must maintain my reputation.

So I'm telling you,

don't disappoint me.

Write!

You are a successful writer because I believed in you…

Without me, you'd still be a failed alcoholic.

Write!

Write!

Write!

Sara?

Sara?

Ahhh!

Hi! - What do you mean "Ciao"?

You answer like this as if I was just anyone?

Hello Love!

Ah well, now you're really enthusiastic to hear me.

No, but I had a terrible nightmare and I'm still affected by it.

What nightmare?

I don't know, it was so absurd that I can hardly recall it.

I only know that I didn't end up happily.

Stupendous no? You said that you needed stimuli for your creativity.

Well if you really want to know…

At the moment, I have another type of stimulus

And my voice has this effect on you,

Or that you have… another type of fantasy?

No, what fantasy my love, no fantasy.

Well, a famous writer, fascinating, solitary, in a villa on the sea,

could easily fall victim to bewitchment.

Hey! Are you there?

But what are you doing?

I watch the sea.

Are there people on the beach? - No!

There is no-one... luckily

What do you mean, luckily?

But are you in a tourist location, or in a God forsaken place?

It's an ideal place to get concentrated...

In fact I'm going down to the beach to write a bit.

My gloomy Hemingway.

No, it's not possible.

Yes, I told you.

Ernest wrote on the beach. - If I told you that I've just seen Jesus Christ?

Certainly... and maybe he also walked on the sea.

How do you know?

Come on, ok...

I understand that you absolutely don't want to talk to me...

You are still immersed in the world of your dreams.

Call me when you've woken up from everything, ok?

Bye!

What did you say Sara?

Sara?

Hello?

Sara?

She cut me off!

Shit!

How disgusting!

Fuck me!

Hi my friend!

Welcome here finally!

Do we know each other? - You must be the new house owner.

Exactly!

Who are you? - Professor Vassago, your neighbour.

I live in a house on the other side of the cliff, which unfortunately you can't see from here,

because it's covered by a spontaneous vegetation scrub.

Ok, I've a neighbour.

You don't know how happy we are to finally have a neighbour.

Excuse me…

I am Robert Santa… - Santana! I know who you are,

I'm an admirer of yours.

Thanks! - I've read all your novels,

especially “The Salamander House”

I find it stupendous. - Excuse me but…

Tell me, I see you're a bit disturbed.

Can I do something? - I'm sure…

That I saw you walking on water from my house window.

How the hell is that possible? - Nothing devilish,

it's just a question of perspective and rocks.

This zone is very famous for its flat rocks on the water level.

I love walking on them, it does the feet good.

How stupid…

Excuse me if I've disturbed you, goodbye!

You still need to get familiar with the place.

I bet you chose this place to have some peace and quiet...

and find the right inspiration for your new novel? - Exactly, that's how it is.

Again, excuse me if I've disturbed you. Goodbye. - I hope you are comfortable in that “house”

What do you know about that house?

Oh nothing, they are only legends.

The local folk have a very closed mentality.

They have created monsters that have been handed down over time.

A boy died there!

A heart attack! A very banal heart attack.

Which could happen to me… or to you!

The autopsy certified that the lad suffered from a heart malformation...

Nothing mysterious.

Excuse me, I've a question:

What can you tell me about the sect?

The mystic salamander sect.

Only legends, believe me.

It was a community of people who kept to themselves...

They never caused any problem to anyone.

Their only fault was that of professing a faith, different from the others.

And so the local bigots, with their closed minds,

believed in something they wanted to believe in.

They decided to execute them in an atrocious way.

You're telling me that there's been more than one murder in this house?

I've never heard anything to do with it.

Omertà my friend! Omertà!

Everyone wanted to forget, including the authorities.

No-one will tell you this story.

At the time internet did not yet exist and no one wanted another Cielo Drive...

on the contrary...

What do you mean?

There it was a sect that massacred poor innocent people.

While here it was a sect of innocents to be slaughtered by poor and ignorant people.

Lovely!

It would be great if it was a true story! - It's true!

Often reality goes beyond fantasy.

Take your stories for example:

They are real masterpieces of their genre. They provoke fear.

They inspire in the reader a deep sense of anguish.

But they are only fairy tales, if you compare them to the horror of life.

Yes, excuse me, I don't want to seem rude but…

I must return to my house.

Go back into the house to work, I imagine.

So excuse me, I've kept you.

Look, as a good neighbour I'd like to invite you to dinner tonight

and present my family to you. - No problem. I thank you.

Many thanks, I don't want to disturb, thanks. - No disturbance.

I imagine that you haven't had time to organize your pantry.

And this evening my girls are preparing lamb

cooked in an excellent cognac.

I don't know what to say,

I thank you. I must thank you.

For us it would be an honor, and a privilege to have you for dinner this evening.

We haven't had guests for a long time.

Especially an important guest like you…

Naturally, the invitation is extended also to your lady.

My wife?

Sara.

She's called Sara.

But unfortunately she stayed in Milan, to follow up on some contracts.

She is my editor and…

If you think that at the beginning she didn't like my genre.

But then we fell in love…

She became my first fan.

And today I don't write anything unless she's first read it.

Aaah love! What we wouldn't do for love…

It's true, yes!

Very well, I'll come for you this evening around 9.

No no,

don't worry about coming to pick me up.

No problem. Give me the address and I'll come.

I live on the other side of the cliff. If you don't know the route it could be dangerous.

You risk getting hurt, or losing your way.

Thanks again! We'll see each other this evening at 9.

He was not certain of that sensation...

but inside him...

that face evoked a past...

vanished from memory.

Lovely! Lovely…

Beautiful!

What the hell is it?

That man was always with him.

It was no longer a sensation, but a certainty.

Inside him, that face was still present, and had never abandoned him in time and space.

But what is this shit?

No no, this is no good.

No, no, no…

This is no good.

What the fuck is it?

What the fuck is it?

What the fuck is it?

What the fuck is it?

I had no doubt.

He's your admirer, that's why you immediately got on together.

What's it got to do with anything?

I don't know how to explain it to you. That man has something…

sinister!

Ok, but let me understand something...

Did he fascinate you, or are you just curious to know his “girls”?

But what girls?

His wife and daughter you mean?

But how can you say that he's talking about his wife and his daughter?

But I don't know, he spoke of family, I suppose that's how it is, no?

But it isn't possible. How can you know it?

In the end, you know absolutely nothing about him.

He is a professor.

Yes... and of what?

I don't know, I didn't ask him.

You see? You are always the usual ego-centric.

You speak only about yourself and you're not interested in the others.

You always say this, but then it's not even true. - But that is true!

Even when you and I met the first time, do you remember?

You were the one who spoke, and only you.

And you were interested in me only when you knew I was the daughter

of the Editor Spurling&Kepfer.

If you say this, it makes you into a diabolical shit-head, eh?

I'm joking, my love…

It's just that I'm simply a bit worried about you.

You often trust others, and sometimes the wrong people.

I don't need mummy to tell me to be careful. I know how to take care of myself.

Ok, don't get angry.

I don't want anything bad to happen to you, that's all.

And then excuse me, you told me that he was a sort of holy man.

That's why I'm worried.

I didn't tell you that he was a sort of saint though, eh?

I said a preacher, I don't know, he had a white tunic.

Ok let's say that I really hoped they are not hippies.

No, I don't think so.

Hippies don't eat lamb stewed in cognac sauce. Come on, don't be silly.

You've never eaten lamb in cognac sauce?

Eh?

Come on, I said yes my love. I said yes because I wanted to be a good neighbour

and because I'm also hungry.

Ok my love.

So don't worry, and have a lovely evening.

I've still got some work to do, but soon I'll be with you.

And then I am really curious...

to read the first pages of the novel you've written.

In reality I've not written much yet.

But I'm on the right track.

That is to say that when I'm there, you'll write even better.

No, negative.

When you get here we'll be together,

We have to dip the pen into the ink well.

So let's hope that the ink doesn't become red for when I arrive.

In that case, I'd like to pass from written to oral.

We are certainly two idiots, me and you.

And I who still give you rope.

Ah, my love. Remember that men are like kites...

The longer the string the stronger the hold.

Very good! But you stole this from Alexander Dumas.

- No, it's mine - Yes...

Yes, its true.

This line was pronounced

in the Three act Opera "Francillon",

staged in 1887

at the Theatre-Francais di Parigi. - Oh come on!

Even the year, the day, the theatre.

Was it raining? You remember it rained?

I can't even joke with you, what a downer!

You see, you're diabolical? - Nooo, I am an editor my love.

Excuse me, I've been reading books since…

Three years old. - Touchè mon amour!

Oui, cherì!

Je veuxte toucher!

You excite me when you speak French, you know!

Come on it's late.

Vassago's arriving. I've gotta sign off.

Go for it!

But tomorrow you'll tell me everything eh?

So I'll call you tomorrow?

Ok

Another "I love you" in French?

Je t'aime

- Did you receive it? - How stupid.

Je t'aime!

Je t'aime! - I love you too my love.

Come on my love, it's late.

- Bye. - Bye my love, bye bye.

Who's there?

Mr Santana, it's me,

Professor Vassago.

I tried to ring the bell, but I believe its broken,

and the gate is open.

Fuck off!

- Mr Santana, is everything ok? - A moment, I'm coming!

Good evening!

Good evening Mr Vassago.

You are right on time... like Death.

Excuse me, that's just my black humor.

It's not important, I've appreciated your style…

from the moment that I became your faithful reader.

Thank you.

Would you like to come in?

No, thanks... Dinner's almost on the table, and we have to walk a fair way.

So it would be better to go.

I'll lead the way.

It's a task to get to your house Vassago.

The path is dark and dangerous.

But we like to be isolated from the confusion.

We can't stand the noise of traffic.

What traffic? Here no living soul passes.

Many souls pass here, above all in the high season.

But now we're at the season's end, and no one passes any more.

Follow me, I'll lead the way.

From here you reach my villa, which as you see is identical to yours.

But how is it possible? - Really surprising, eh?

This is my house.

The same architect who in the 60's built houses identical both inside and out.

Make yourself at home. - Thanks a lot professor, thanks.

Can I come in?

This is my wife, Laura.

Pleased to meet you Signora.

I am Robert Santana.

- It's a pleasure to have you here. - My pleasure.

You know, I'm a great admirer of yours. - Thanks!

When my husband told me that you would be coming to our house for dinner

I felt an indescribable emotion.

Alright.

My wife Laura is very attentive and affectionate with all guests,

especially important guests like you.

Thanks lady, you are very kind.

No need for formality.

You know where I come from, formality never goes to dinner with friends.

I agree!

We leave certain formalities to the bureaucrats.

We are here as neighbours and friends.

- Thanks, lady! - So let's make a toast to our new closeness.

Alright. Doesn't the Signora drink?

Oh no no, red wine is not for me.

And now, to this new friendship, my dear Robert.

To us, to us professor, thanks.

Oh, here are my other two jewels.

Heléna and Vivian.

Good evening girls, I am Robert.

Don't be shy, we have a new friend in our home.

Aren't they stupendous? - Really beautiful!

Compliments lady, you've got two beautiful daughters.

I expected it!

Did I say something funny?

They aren't our daughters… but my other two wives.

Another two wives?

Where we are from, polygamy is an ancient practice.

And for us it's normal to have women of various age.

Fortunate Professor.

No, around here, it's not exactly like that but I respect your creed absolutely.

Do I seem so old?

No, no it was just to say.

We still have no children, but we'll have them soon.

Don't worry, we are often mistaken for his daughters.

Certainly, we are younger. Surely Robert wanted to say this.

Absolutely…yes. Let's say that it was part of the concept.

Far from being old,

He's from another world.

And what do you prefer?

The youthful freshness of two young girls, or…

The experience of a real woman?

Ah, good question.

I don't know, depends, if I answer as a writer or a simple man.

Let's hear what the writer says?

It's obvious, I'd reply like my colleague Bram Stoker…

All three!

And like a simple man?

My wife, simply my wife.

I'm married! - How romantic!

Exactly!

All writers are romantics. But they are also hungry!

- Absolutely. - And now…

Everyone to the table.

Thanks.

Thanks a lot.

So, enjoy your meal!

Very good, this lamb.

Compliments, really. Compliments Laura.

Exquisite.

And you must eat it with your hands, to enjoy its taste more.

Yes! Like animals…

I agree!

You absolutely know nothing about him.

Yes, it is better… With hands.

Listen…

Since I met you, I wanted to ask you something.

What?

Professor of what?

Exactly…

You are specialized in what subject?

You're a professor of…?

Esotericism!

An argument which for you should be very familiar.

Yes, let's say that I know something…

I understood from the moment in which I read your first novel, “The Bloody Pentacol.”

A novel where you describe very well, esoteric rituals and symbolism,

almost occult to common mortals.

This wine is very strong…

What wine is it?

It's good!

What percent alcohol?

Yes… yes… sometimes I ask myself if I have really written it.

What's the matter?

Do you feel sick?

Let yourself go…

Drink, drink!

Drink...

drink… Drink!

Fuck off!

Fuck off!

You've dirtied the shirt…

My wife gave me as a present.

Fuck you!

Don't think about it.

Now it's us!

It's us!

Goodbye Mr Vassago, and thanks!

Thanks Mr Vassago!

To you and your…Three Wives.

They are really hot stuff, if you want to know…

But I'm a married man.

I haven't understood fuck all!

Signor Vassago

but I really enjoyed myself…

Three wives…

The whisky…

But Sara shouldn't get to know!

I won't tell Sara,

because she'll get angry.

She'd be mad with me if she sees me…

Talk to me!

Talk to me!

Yes!

Talk to me.

You gotta talk to me.

You gotta talk to me...

Yes!

Sara…

Come here!

I need you!

I can't publish if you don't say…

Yes!

Hello…

- Don't tell me that you're still sleeping? - Yes… that is, no.

I was relaxing a bit on the veranda.

So tell me, how did it go yesterday evening?

Robert?

Are you listening? - Eh?

Wait my love, wait a minute. The telephone doesn't work well here.

I'll move. Wait.

Robert?

Robert?

Sara…

Can you hear me now?

How did the dinner with your professor go yesterday evening?

Good…

Just think, I've discovered that he's a professor of esotericism.

But what a coincidence eh?

And… his girls?

The girls?

Yes, the professor is into poligamy, fuck it!

He's got three wives.

Cool old guy!

He's not even that old, you know?

And neither the girls.

Listen, they're also polygamous…

Them! But you certainly not.

So don't get any strange ideas and stay in your place. Understood?

My love what are you saying?

You're everything I need.

Sara? Hello?

What the fuck!

You smell this?

It's the smell of death!

What shitty weather.

Who is it?

Who is it?

Robert it's me, Heléna.

The Mystic Salamander has come to get you.

Hi!

What are you doing under this rain?

I have come to get you, Robert.

To come for me?

Pardon me, in what sense?

My husband really insisted on having you with us this evening.

With great pleasure, but just this evening, I can't, I was…writing, and…

I have to finish my work.

In a few days, my wife Sara is coming...

She's my editor, she reads it, she publishes it. And I have to write…

I'm just not able.

Certainly!

Can I come in Robert?

I'm all wet through!

Thanks!

No, I was saying that I have to work, please…

Maybe we can do it another time… - I didn't think you were such a rat.

In what sense, rat?

A bookstore rat.

I'm a writer.

I don't have a creative on and off switch to turn on and off at will.

I need motivation, the right environment.

Certainly…

I understand very well…

I know also that you want me!

What are you saying.

No I can't… I can't… I'm a married man…

I can't!

Have you gone crazy?

I can't...

but you are really beautiful…

You're beautiful.

Hello.

Everything ok, Robert?

Hi.

Yes, thanks, everything's ok… all fine.

Can I offer you a coffee inside? - No, I thank you.

We were just worried after last night, but…

I see that you're better.

Ah, yes!

Yes thanks, I'm better. I'm much better.

Yes… decidedly better.

Listen, would you like to come to us?

It would give us great pleasure to have you for dinner this evening.

It would give me much pleasure, but…

Really I was working and…

There's a lot to do still to finish the novel.

My husband would like to show you the All Seeing Salamander, Robert.

What?

He has the diary of the sect!

I know that you've spoken of it.

Yes…

We effectively spoke about it, but he hadn't told me had a diary.

Because it was a surprise.

Only that… he didn't know that you couldn't take wine.

I can hold it, I can hold wine,

really well…

And not only that.

I believe that it was a passing twinge, an indigestion, something like that.

So now let's go, Robert.

Where did you get this diary?

In your house!

It's not a diary…

It's a bible!

A Satanic bible!

A Satanic bible?

As I already told you, the Sect of the Seeing Salamander practiced its own religious cult.

And like every religion, it needed a sacred text

to spread in all the world.

They are prayers.

Prayers to Satan and his legion of demons.

Welcome to the family, Robert!

I'm tired of my failures...

Give me the power!

I beg you,

Give me the power!

Mr Santana!?

Yes!

Yes, I'm a naturalist, ok?

I'm a naturalist!

Do you need any help? - Absolutely no,

I forgot my keys. But there's no problem. Go away.

If you need there are duplicate keys in the agency.

No problem, I don't need a copy of the keys.

You're very kind, you can go away, thanks!

But if you need something…

You've broken my balls with this house,

You've broken my balls for four days!

I don't need fucking anything, just fuck off!

Get lost!

Fuck off!

This is still him.

The keys! Fuck it!

I don't need anything, I said!

My love, open up, I'm not a hippy!

Fuck, it's Sara!

Sara!

Surprise!

Hello my love,

hi! Hi!

For this price it was a real deal.

It's really disgusting! - Yes.

In fact, I thought that while I wrote, you could enjoy the sea no?

To relax a bit!

What happened here?

Where?

What is this stuff in the fireplace?

What?

Ah that?

No, it is a bottle of whisky I found here when I arrived…

No no Robert, you promised me you'd stopped.

I've stopped! It was a dusty bottle I found here.

But just a drop… and then I wrote a few lines. - And all this black crap?

Ah, I don't know, really I don't know what to tell you.

I heard a noise, it fell out of the fireplace… - No no Robert,

you have forgotten all the sacrifices that we've made!

- No - Instead yes.

No, I haven't forgotten.

No.

I am clean!

And you are a meddler!

Yes! You are a sweet and lovely meddler!

You are a meddler…

A sweet and lovely meddler! - Yes.

Do you come here after weeks and do you want to argue about a drop of whisky?

But I saw an empty bottle…

But I see a lovely mouth, and I want to kiss it.

Stay away.

Oh, come on…

My love…

I know what you've done for me.

You say?

It's all thanks to you. - Ok!

I swear! Enough!

- But you swore a thousand times… - Enough! Quiet! Enough!

My love!

My love!

My love!

Sara?

Sara?

Sara?

Sara? - My love, I'm here!

I'm reading.

Thank God!

Coming!

Come here!

Give me a kiss.

At your command!

Hello Love. - Hi.

- How are you? - Really well.

I am still sleepy.

You've slept all day.

I was tired.

So?

How is it?

Good!

The beginning is amazing.

Amazing my love, well done.

Thanks.

But at a certain point you blew me away.

In what sense?

Well you've suddenly changed the narrative style.

Excuse me, how have I changed the narrative style?

Well yes… when you wrote the nursery rhyme.

What nursery rhyme?

This:

“ The seagull over the sea

flies high to see

the infidel at home

who receives the surprise

of an unexpected visit

because he has not done his shopping

The traitor infidel

has fallen into the error

to let himself be transported

by the spirits of evil.”

You're joking?

No, I'm not joking. You wrote it.

It's the last thing you wrote.

Let me see?

Look!

"The seagull over the sea flies high to see, the infidel..."

However it's not bad, on the contrary…

It seems almost…

An enigma.

I am really curious to know what you have in mind.

I also really want to know.

So come on. Recount!

What happens after?

And after it'll happen that…

- What? - That your husband…

Will take you out to dinner!

Wow!

And where will you take me?

In a restaurant here, on the sea-front.

I saw it the first day I arrived.

- But how much do I love this man? - How much?

So much!

Me too.

So I'll get ready immediately.

Beautiful eh? Make yourself beautiful!

Really beautiful my love!

“ The seagull over the sea

flies high to see

the infidel at home who receives the surprise

of an unexpected visit

because he has not done his shopping

The traitor infidel

has fallen into the error

to let himself be transported

by the spirits of evil.”

I've booked, come on let's go.

My love, but we could have waited in the taxi, no?

I told them here at the corner at the bar, come on.

I understand, we have to walk quite a way, right?

- Just a few steps further. - I understand, but...

I've got shoes with high heels and its really cold.

You want me to carry you?!

Yes! What do you mean yes?! You're just spoiled…

- Come on. - Always the same…

Come on just a few steps.

I hoped not to meet Vassago and his witches anymore!

I wanted to convince myself that they were characters of my new novel.

But now my fate was sealed...

The ineluctable was about to occur.

And it's weird to think that meetings happen by chance.

What seems like coincidence,

in reality contain the meaning of the revelation.

Sooner or later I'll have to see to that path...

We made a mistake coming here.

I told you it was a terrible idea.

My God... I can't believe that it's all so much the same.

The only answer is the light...

The light is the truth.

- It's all so absurd. - What is it?

I don't feel well.

Let's go away. - Ok

But for now, we respect nature, we like contact with it.

Nature inspires meditation,

spirit and body can move in various dimensions…

Isn't that so, Robert?

But what is so entertaining?

Also Robert likes contact with nature.

Ah! This is really new to me.

Yes, me too. But I don't know,

maybe you saw me this morning on the beach by chance?

Yes Robert, you seemed like a little siren.

I don't understand why there is so much fuss for a little incident.

Small? I wouldn't say so!

Ok, fine. I believe that we have to go away.

Yes, I too believe so, goodbye and thank you all again.

Sit down! Don't you want to know the truth?

What truth, excuse me Vassago, that's enough.

The reason why you and Sara are here.

The infidel traitor

has fallen into the error

of letting himself be transported

by the spirits of evil.

Now you are confused and you don't remember…

Look at me!

Look at me!

What the hell is happening?

Enough! What the hell is going on here? - STOP!

You have invoked the devil too many times, my dear Robert!

The traitor infidel

has fallen into the error

to letting himself be transported

by the spirits of evil…

The infidel traitor

has fallen into the error

of letting himself be transported

by the spirits of evil…

The infidel traitor

has fallen into the error

of letting himself be transported

by the spirits of evil…

Spirits of evil… spirits of evil…

Spirits of evil...

Welcome back to home... - Sara!

The curious go to Hell!

But for you, I have a different destiny in store.

You had the courage to challenge me and will be repaid for this.

You will return to live, in space and in time.

One day we'll meet again

and it will be you to seek me.

That path was the passage between life and death.

A place without time...

where the present, the past and the future converged in the infinite.

An occult force, not of this world,

pushed those souls who crossed it into the deepest oblivion...

which no-one had ever been able to describe.

I myself had experienced such horror.

The being which hide behind Vassago is the prince of the nether worlds.

In the hierarchy of Satan, who commands more than 26 legions of demons

and uses people at his pleasure,

and sends them to cross via the path that leads to his obscure mansion.

Now it is all clear to me.

Truth is immersed like a corpse hidden in a well.

You wanted to know the truth,

you pushed beyond the doors of darkness, just to become famous.

But you failed.

You wanted to entrap me with that ridiculous video camera, but your heart gave out.

Because you are an insignificant being like all the rest.

I wanted to reward you

for that minimum of courage you demonstrated.

So...

I have made you born again thanks to my absolute power.

You reincarnated in a women's womb that you inseminated, in another time.

You are reborn!

You had another chance.

But you wasted it!

I have send you my most precious salamander to guide you, Sara!

I had you meet it, to guide you to me,

and she too, like you... remembered absolutely nothing.

You are the writer, the star... the star!

But I am the circle that encloses the star, and you cannot flee!

But everything has its price and the moment to pay has arrived.

But you will have the honor of being remembered in eternity.

And do you know why?

Because you will be the apostle to divulge the satanic bible in all the world.

Robert Santana!

The greatest writer of all times...

Are you happy?