The Luciferians: The Servants of Evil
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The plot of The Luciferians takes place in Tyrol, a mountainous region between Austria and Italy, which was the scene of numerous macabre rituals in the underground of medieval castles, between the 13th and 14th centuries, a time of notable events in the history of the humanity.
This time, the victims are the young couple Raymond and
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The Luciferians - Vera Kryzhanovskaia
Chapter 1
The narrow, rocky trail meandered capriciously, sometimes bordering deep chasms, sometimes running between rocks. The views around the curves were simply magnificent. Far away, on the misty horizon, stretched the fertile valleys of the Tyrol,³ covered with lush vegetation. The sun was burning brightly, and the proximity of blessed Italy could be felt in everything.
Up this picturesque, steep path followed a group of five riders trotting or slow stepping, depending on the steepness of the terrain. The exhausted horses and completely dusty clothes indicated a long and difficult walk.
A handsome young man in his late thirties, wrapped in a dark cloak, was leading the way. Under his hat stood out locks of abundant curly hair, as black as a raven's wing, framing a pale face with perfect features.
The thoughtful look in his dark eyes reflected intelligence and perseverance. But the charming facial features were his thin, well-defined lips and the charming smile that illuminated his face, showing sympathy, although sometimes it seemed a bit arrogant.
Behind the handsome knight, two well-armed warriors and two squires, one of whom carried the knight’s helmet and sword, and the other the spear and light armor, lined up along a very narrow path. Then, at one of the bends in the path, a small castle appeared on the top of the mountain like an eagle’s nest, and an hour later, the travelers were already in front of the gates.
Now it could be perceived that the castle differed from buildings of that time. The stone building, which had a tall quadrangular tower, was protected neither by moats nor drawbridges. It was surrounded only by a thick wall and massive cast-iron gates. Under a canopy was a bell hung with a long rope that descended to the foot of the wall, giving the castle the appearance of an abbey. One of the warriors jumped off his horse and rang the bell, whose shrill, trembling sound propagated far into the mountains.
After a few minutes, a small door opened and in it appeared a gray-haired gentleman who cast a dark and suspicious look at the road. When he saw the travelers, a happy smile lit up his face.
The trapdoor closed immediately, and then the gates creaked open. The porter, with deep reverence, approached the knight who was leading the small convoy.
- Welcome Mr. Wolfram! - he said, looking fondly at the knight.
- Greetings, old Bertrand! - replied the young man, extending his hand, which the old man kissed respectfully.
- How is my master’s health?
- Thank God, he is well and has just returned from the garden with Mr. Ervin who arrived here yesterday.
During the conversation, the knight got off his horse and went into a low-ceilinged room that served as a lobby. There, he was greeted by another gentleman who, like the porter, was also pleased with his arrival.
- Cristofor, get my men settled! They are tired and hungry - asked Wolfram with a friendly smile, handing his cloak to the old servant.
- The Baron must be in his office, right?
- He is, my lord. I will now carry out your order right away and get your men and horses settled.
The young knight seemed to know the house very well, since without the slightest hesitation he entered the building and climbed the stairs that were dimly lit by narrow windows built into the wall.
The stairway led to a large, vaulted room, modestly furnished, which probably served as a library, since the walls were occupied by shelves with scrolls, books, and manuscripts. There, the windows were wider and taller, and the sun’s rays streamed through the tinted glass, reflecting diverse colors on the floor. From one of the opened windows there was a beautiful view of a canyon and a lake that shone like a mirror from afar.
Wolfram stopped for a moment and stood for a while in thought, appreciating that beautiful picture.
-How everything here breathes silence and peace of mind!" he murmured with a sigh.
Then he moved forward at a quick pace and knocked gently on a small door.
-Come in! - answered in a sonorous voice.
Wolfram opened the door and entered the room, which was even more luxuriously appointed than the previous ones. The walls were covered with carved dark oak and the windows were draped with heavy velvet curtains. In the background, a wide curtain covered the entrance to the adjoining room. In the center was a table covered with scrolls and astronomical instruments, and beside it, in a high-backed chair, sat a young man, thin and pale, dressed in robes of the Templars⁴. Leaning against the table, was a tall gentleman in a long, wide suit. His long hair and beard were white as snow, but his large blue eyes reflected a freshness in his gaze. The beautiful features of his face showed a majestic and indescribable peace.
Upon seeing Wolfram, he quickly went to meet him and embraced him lovingly.
- Welcome, my son! What a happy day I am having today. My two favorite disciples are under my roof again, said the elder, with a friendly smile.
Wolfram shook his head in surprise and observed:
- So, you ended up disguised as the Templars? That means it's all over for you! Have you said goodbye to life?
- Yes, I took the vows! But why do you say that means saying goodbye to life? Do you find worldly life so good, to the point of complaining about it? How much happiness has it brought you, for example? - replied the Templar, and a sad smile spread across his suffering and bitter face.
Wolfram lifted his wig proudly.
- Not much! But it does not matter. In any case, I prefer this life to that of a monk.
- My children, stop arguing about the pleasures of life, interrupted the old man with a smile,
life is a traitor that promises much and offers nothing; in the end it destroys everything we have in us and around us, if we do not know how to get out from it in time, what it cannot take from us: knowledge and wise submission. Although I do not approve of Ervin's decision, I would be happy to keep him here, but...he does not have the researcher's vein. Let's eat now! Wolfram is probably hungry. Since he is neither an old bookseller, like me, nor a monk, like you, then there is no need to make him fast.
The visitors laughed and followed the elder to the dining hall where a simple but well-served table awaited them. Cheerful and interesting conversation enlivened the meal, to which Wolfram did the honors. Afterwards, the three of them went out into a small, shady garden. As the sun began to decline over the horizon, the old host stood up.
- Are you leaving Uncle Conrad? - asked Ervin, taking him by the hand.
- Yes, I have some work to do. In the meantime, my children keep talking! It has been a long time since you have seen each other, and of course you have a lot to tell each other.
Baron Conrad von-Vart was the last descendant of a line of rich and noble feudal knights. Like his ancestors, he started out as a brave warrior; but after he was seriously injured in a tournament, he was doomed to solitude for a long time.
At that time, his only sister married an Italian courtier and he, still weak and not recovered from his injury, accompanied them to Venice. There, he met an old scientist who not only cured him but made him interested in his strange and mysterious science to such an extent that the Baron became his disciple and devoted himself entirely to his studies. He then began to live alternately between Venice and the small castle where we now find him, devoting his time to science and dodging people.
When they were alone, the friends kept silent, and each of them immersed themself in their own thoughts. Wolfram was the first to break the monotony. He took a sip of wine, put the goblet away and, leaning his elbow on the table, stared for a moment at the pale, tired face of his friend, whose sad gaze seemed lost. Then he put his hand on his shoulder and said:
- Ervin, tell me, wasn't your entrance into the Order triggered by the death of your wife? What did Paola die of? She was so young and healthy!
The Templar shuddered and straightened up.
- What did Paola die of? Ah! I wish I knew! - he replied with a heavy sigh. - Some unknown disease, which had no treatment, destroyed her in a few months; she melted like wax in the sun, and nothing could reveal the cause of her illness. I confess that at first, I suspected that my stepmother Ortrude had poisoned her. But since she had never been near Paola, I dismissed this possibility, especially since Ortruda, after such a misfortune, treated me with the most respectful condolences. So, I thought that Paola might have been the victim of some sorcery. She always complained that a dark haze enveloped her, suffocating her, and sucking the energy out of her. As death approached, she said, the haze became thicker and blacker.
- But who would cast a spell against such a lovely creature? - Wolfram remarked.
- Paola liked to be nice and many women hated her. Today, more than ever, I am convinced that it was Ortruda herself, and nobody else, who killed Paola with poison or sorcery. This is because a few months after my wife's death, she confessed that she was very much in love with me. Can you understand the horror I felt at this confession that turned my suspicions into certainty? The despicable woman tried to convince me to move into her house with Eliza. But after such a confession, I could not stay a single day in her house, so I left that afternoon. On the way, my daughter caught a cold and I also felt so bad that I had to take shelter in the monastery of St. Bridget. Now imagine my amazement when I realized that Mother Vilfrida, the abbess of the monastery, was Hildegarda!
- I guess! It must have been terrible
to see the girlfriend you cheated on! - said the knight with a sad smile.
The Templar blushed.
- You are incorrigible! Hildegarda abandoned earthly sensations long ago and we both consecrated ourselves to God.
- How can I doubt your holiness
? - Wolfram interrupted, laughing. - I just think that now Mother Vilfrida will sing her psalms more peacefully, knowing that handsome Ervin is serving the Lord and not the beautiful ladies. But go on!
- When I realized she was my former fiancée, I was so embarrassed that I wanted to leave immediately, but she stopped me and said - By withdrawing from the world, I also abandoned all the anger and affronts of the past. Stay gentleman! You look sick! I will take care of your daughter as if she were my own. May God accept this dedication as proof that I humbly submit to his Will.
- I was deeply touched, and that same night I fell sick. It seemed that Ortruda's poisonous breath had hit us: my daughter Eliza and I were on the verge of death. Father Romualdo's art and the nuns' care saved us.
- During my convalescence, I once managed to be alone with Hildegarda. I was able to say a few words to her about the past and asked her to forgive me for my betrayal. She smiled sadly and replied, You did well! I would always rather lose you than share your heart with someone else. I confess that there were moments when neither the vows nor this habit could bring me inner peace, preventing me from praying. But now I have overcome my earthly feelings and I see you only as a brother. So, Ervin, if you can be happy with another wife, I will pray without any resentment for your happiness.
I was deeply embarrassed and touched by that magnanimous self-sacrifice. From that day on, a very different feeling awakened in me than the one I had for Paola. I realized that by giving up Hildegarda, I had given up the true and quiet happiness that only a loving and faithful wife can give to a husband until death.
Ervin fell silent and bowed his head sadly.
- Now I understand why you became a Templar; you were unhappy with Paola - Wolfram said.
- Yes, I decided to consecrate myself to God and Hildegarda too. My four years of marriage passed like an intoxicating and feverish dream. Paola allowed herself to be admired: she saw my love as a deserved gift to her beauty. Possessive and capricious, she was jealous of any woman I treated kindly. Then she would immediately begin to punish me with her typically Italian rage, turning her attention to the most beautiful admirers, of whom she always had a large number. You yourself knew the charm she had over them all. So, she created a hell of jealousy for me. Eliza inherited her beauty. She has the same elegance, the same eyes full of warmth and ardor. She has gotten only a more serious, tranquil face, and an air of sadness, which her mother never showed.
- That means I will have a lovely daughter-in-law - Wolfram said, laughing.
- So, if you agree with my proposal to unite our children, we can perform the wedding without further delay. Five-year-old Eliza and eleven-year-old Raymond will make a lovely couple.
- It has been a long time since I have seen your son! Does he look like you?
- He will not be as handsome as me, because he looks like his mother - Wolfram replied with a grimace.
- In any case, he will be a beautiful boy!
- I will be happy knowing that Eliza is under the guardianship of my best friend and that her future is secure. It would be difficult for me to leave her with Hildegarda because I am deeply guilty before her. Besides, I would not want my daughter to be drawn into monastic life. I confess, in all honesty, that I do not like your wife very much, although I know that she is kind and will not neglect the child as perhaps Ortruda would have done. You too, Wolfram, seem tired to me. It seems that your life with a woman who does not understand you is not easy at all.
Wolfram's face turned grim, and he ran his hand through his full, black hair.
- Yes, my family life is very difficult. Anna loves me and is jealous of me, and I can barely stand the repulsion she provokes in me. I got married on my father's orders; I respect her as the mother of my only child, but my heart has never beaten strongly for her. Anna does not forgive me for this and tries to keep Raymond's heart away from me, over which she has great influence. Also, to make me angry, she is friends with all the people who are unpleasant to me. She has even become friends with her stepmother Ortruda, whom I have always instinctively hated, and also with her son Guntram, who has that blessed face and those snake eyes. But enough about that! So, when are you leaving and where?
- First, I go to Maine⁵ and from there probably to Cyprus⁶ together with my prior who takes instructions to the Master, thanks to whom I was accepted in the Order. Tomorrow, I will give you a letter for Hildegarda, reporting on Eliza's marriage.
The next morning, after bidding a fond farewell to their old friend, the knights set off and they would travel together to the nearest village.
Chapter 2
Wolfram von- Reifenstein and Erin von- Finsterbach were neighbors and childhood friends. Even though they had very different personalities, they were inseparable. One was courageous, impetuous, and bold; the other was dreamy, timid, and indecisive. One completed the other one. Both were happy when circumstances brought them together for a few years under the same roof. Ervin was fifteen when his father married a sixteen-year-old girl for the second time, with whom he had fallen passionately in love and who dominated him completely.
From the first days of the marriage, frequent confrontations between stepmother and stepson began to occur. Old Finsterbach, tired of the constant fighting, gladly accepted his cousin Conrad Vart's proposal to take over Ervin's education. The boy also felt very comfortable in the scientist's quiet residence. By chance, a few months later he was joined by his friend Wolfram. At that time, the boy's father, fulfilling an old promise, went on a pilgrimage to the Holy Land and during his absence also entrusted his son to Conrad Vart, an old friend, and comrade-in-arms.
Wolfram, whose mother had died long ago, and Ervin, who had become a stranger in his father's house because of his stepmother's hostility and the birth of his brother, became attached to the scientist who, in turn, reciprocated them in the same way. The boys' minds developed under Conrad's guidance. They received an education far superior than the one given to most of the noble youth of the time.
The Baron’s ostensible tranquility acted beneficially on Wolfram's explosive nature, while Ervin’s docile soul was fortified by contact with von-Vart's energetic and rigid character. The return of Count Reifenstein separated the friends once again. Wolfram then returned to his father’s home, who was feeling ill. A year later the Count married his twenty-year-old son to a wealthy widow of good family who was a mother of a seven-year-old boy.
Ervin continued to live in the Baron’s house and accompanied him to Venice. There he met Paola Aldini, whom he married and lived in Italy until his father’s death forced him to return to his homeland.
When they reached the nearest village, they became apart, and Wolfram then went on his way alone, but his face grew darker and darker as he got closer to home. The usual disgust he felt whenever he returned to the castle was mixed with dissatisfaction at having to endure his wife’s inevitable scene when she learned of the decision about his son’s marriage without her approval. Moreover, the bride would be hateful to her, since she was preparing as a wife to her son, a little orphan girl educated in the castle itself, named Margarita Raments, the daughter of one of her friends who, upon her death, had entrusted her with the girl she was very fond of.
Countess Anna always hated Ervin because Wolfram had so much affection for him. She was jealous of any smile or kind word her husband said to another human being. She was jealous even of her own son and felt that he was stealing her husband’s love. With such contradictory feelings, she either pampered or tyrannized the boy, depending on her mood at the time.
Countess Reifenstein was ugly, eight years older than her husband, and she knew that he simply put up with her. She was dying of passion for the charming man whose name she bore. She watched him with a sick jealousy and took revenge for his indifference, demeaning everything that was dear to him. She had a particular hatred for Paola, the beautiful Italian woman, and called her the adventuress who caught the idiot Finsterbach in her net
.
The countess Anna sought in religion for solace for her marital unhappiness and the way she fawned over Father Gregory, her chaplain and confessor, was repulsive to Wolfram.
Lunchtime was approaching when the drawbridge lowered in front of the castle owner. With a heavy sigh, Wolfram entered the house, where he felt like a stranger and where only feelings such as family duty and love for his son took him.
The family was gathered in the small room attached to the dining hall when the sound of the horn announced the lord’s return. The countess put aside her embroidery and slowly walked out to meet her husband. The blush on her cheeks revealed her emotion. She was a tall woman, strong, but slender, and without any grace or delicacy. Her face was pale; her dark eyes showed pride and seriousness, while her full lips, behind which shone white teeth, gave her physiognomy a sensual and cruel expression.
The chaplain interrupted the reading of his breviary and also went to the door, while the children ran into the vestibule and jumped on the Count, who kissed his son, a handsome, strong boy with big dark eyes, and then Greta (as Margarita Raments was called), a little girl of ten years old, white, ruddy, and chubby, with full blond hair.
The wife received the Count by the entrance of the dining hall. Shadowy and serious, like a Byzantine icon, she held out her hand, which her husband kissed.
A little later, everyone sat down at the table. Recounting the details of his trip to the Baron's house, Wolfram said that in two days he would be traveling again and that he intended to take Raymond with him. Then he asked them to prepare everything that was necessary for the child.
The countess was extremely intrigued by the sudden trip and thought that the decision had been prompted by her husband's visit to the old sorcerer,
as he called Baron Vart. But she did not dare to question him directly and did not want to discuss her husband's true desire to take the child with him. At the end of dinner, Wolfram sat by the window and watched the children play.
Raymond knew that his mother was preparing Greta to be his wife and eventually got used to the idea. His childish flirtation with the supposed bride elicited a mischievous smile from the Count.
You will soon, soon have your first disappointment, my poor boy,
he thought, but you will only gain by this change! If, at eleven years old, you are so enchanted by this fat blonde, then at twenty you will prefer the elegant and graceful Eliza. You would not be my son if you had no taste for beauty and could not tell the rose from the cabbage!
On the appointed day, Wolfram traveled with his son, accompanied only by a page, a stableman, and two armed men. The group stayed overnight at an inn, and on the second day, after lunch, they left the main road and took a side road that led straight to the monastery.
Raymond did not dare inquire of the knight about the reason for that trip, whose unexpected amusement, unlike his monotonous life in the castle, excited him a lot. So, he kept chattering to the father he adored. But when the Count became silent and thoughtful, the boy, frightened, followed beside him also silent. Upon seeing the monastery, Raymond could not bear it and asked:
- Dad, what is the name of that monastery? I have never seen it before. Why are we going there?
- It is the monastery of Saint Bridget. We are going to visit Abbess Vilfrida. You, Raymond, will kiss her hand and treat her with respect. She is a holy woman, despite her youth and beauty! I hope you will be obedient and do everything she tells you to do.
Raymond raised his head and gave his father a worried and suspicious look. The tone in which the Count spoke those last words was well known to him: it meant the unwavering I want
, which his father imposed on the countess in her fights, and against which there was no use for resistance or tears. But Raymond also knew that obeying his