You truly are unlucky. You are truly an outcast. Your wedding night became a funeral. What have you done, Abdeljalil, to deserve such misery? Even in death, the ending was tragic! As they say, men are born from the womb of suffering.
That day, the people of Bujars forgot their joy at the curse being lifted, and the celebration turned into mourning as they gazed at Abdeljalil's body lying near the altar. His beloved, Marsha, wept bitterly, embracing his corpse one last time.
There is no journey to the realm of Barzakh; rather, it is only a journey to the vault of the Great Mortos, a fitting place for those whose eternity has been cursed until the end of time.
With sobs and hysterical cries, she struggled to speak to the emotionless killer who claimed to love him. But the one who stabbed Abdeljalil was someone he never imagined would betray him. In fact, he even doubted Marsha instead of Christina.
Marsha:
Are you happy now? You took my love from me.
Christina:
What happened? Who killed Abdeljalil?
A powerful scream burst from her chest as she clutched his body, tears streaming like a waterfall.
Christina:
I swear to God it wasn't me. I'm not crazy enough to kill the love of my life.
Marsha:
Don't play the innocent lamb, you whore. Everyone saw what you did.
Marsha screamed with hidden malice and deep hatred:
I'll kill you, you bitch!
Marsha ordered Christina's arrest to carry out her sentence of execution. But the cursed angel, so named by Cirrus—quickly stood, drew her curved sword, and screamed with a voice that shook the church's very foundation:
Christina:
I didn't kill him. Whoever dares challenge me will join my love… or I'll join him in Mortos's vault.
Soldiers rushed at her in attack formation, intending to kill her but something unexpected happened. Syros broke his silence, snapped his fingers, and acid appeared under their feet, dissolving them until only skeletons remained. He then spoke:
Cirrus:
Christina is part of me—of my world. If you touch a single hair on her head, I'll kill you. She didn't kill him. The killer is among us.
Marsha:
Then who is it? Tell me, and I'll hang his head next to the body.
Cirrus:
He's here...
(He points to Christina.)
Christina (surprised):
Me?
Cirrus:
Not you... but inside you.
Marsha:
Please, don't tell me it's Yazur Yaturk.
Cirrus:
No, it's not him. It's his servant—Kiros.
Chaos erupts in the church. No one understands how or why Kiros is here, or what triggered his strange behaviour. Syros takes out a magical vial from his black pocket and walks toward Christina with firm steps, as though time itself bends to his will until a shocking surprise interrupts everything:
Spark runs toward the altar, screaming at the top of his lungs:
Help me! Save me! He's going to kill me!
But no one dares intervene. They watch helplessly as his soul is extracted and absorbed. That yellow spirit lets out a dreadful cry before entering the mouth of a young blonde girl with crocodile-red eyes. She holds a large staff bearing the name Marco, who is then hanged, as the girl skips playfully toward Marsha.
Despite her childlike innocence, you're left wondering: who is she? Why did Spark and Marco die?
As the girl nears the altar, the people of Bujars begin to kneel, as though they know something we don't. Then comes the bitter truth—when Syros himself kneels, followed by everyone… except Christina, who still doesn't understand who this girl is.
Cirrus (commandingly):
Christina, kneel in respect to Yazur Yaturk.
Christina (with arrogance or foolishness):
Who's the Merchant of Death? Christina won't kneel for anyone.
The calm before the storm. Suddenly, he approaches—his form changing into a human-shaped crocodile. Massive. Terrifying. Without warning, he grabs Christina by the neck, nearly killing her. He forces his hand down her throat, her eyes bulging, pain etched across her face. Seconds later, he withdraws his hand, and as Christina vomits blood from the trauma, Kiros speaks:
Kiros:
You mean Kiros won't kneel to anyone.
Then, in a trembling voice filled with fear, submission, and desperate flattery, he tries to save himself:
No—it's an honour for me to kneel before you. My loyalty is unquestionable.
Yazur Yaturk:
I gave you one task—to monitor Abdeljalil and stop him from marrying until I arrived. What did you do?
Kiros:
It wasn't my fault. I warned Spark not to meddle with the Helilm Gate, and told Marco not to interfere. But they acted on their own. Abdeljalil and Marsha became possessed and fought.
Yazur Yaturk:
I know. They paid the price. I even brought your brother to witness your fate. I may leave him here as a reminder.
Kiros:
Do whatever you want, but let me go. I did nothing wrong.
Yazur Yaturk:
So who killed Abdeljalil? Was it me? Or Marsha, perhaps?
Kiros:
But it was your idea! You wanted to separate them! You wanted to possess him like you did with his great-grandfather. You're just as much a criminal as I am, so stop playing the angel.
Yazur Yaturk:
Have you forgotten who you're talking to, you ungrateful dog? Do you know the punishment for betrayal, for spreading lies and discord? It's death.
With one sharp swipe of his jagged, bladed tail, Kiros was split in two—his body vanished from existence.
Silence fell over all. No one dared speak or intervene… except Marsha, who chose to play the hero.
Marsha:
So you're the one behind all this? You showed me his image every day since I was a child!
Yazur Yaturk:
Yes. I wanted him to experience love like his great-grandfather. But he went too far—he chose marriage. For what? Eternal life with you? No. I have another plan for him.
Marsha:
What plan? He's dead! Can't you see his body?
Yazur Yaturk:
You really are a fool. Just wait… and witness the power of Yazur Yaturk.