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to the pulpit, she saw wooden painted icons and other devotional Orthodox paintings surrounding the altar.  Time had aged them, as the paint was worn and chipped in places.  Natasha set up the camera again for an appropriate indoor setting and moved back and forth around the room, taking pictures.  Calmly convinced that she had taken enough pictures of the main floor, she headed upstairs towards the steeple.  This was the area that Matt wanted her and Tom to focus on.  Sitting at the top of the church, was a scene of the Last Judgement, reportedly painted in the 1600’s.  She was going to shoot the crap out of that picture, plus take some panoramics of the view from the steeple.
         The stairs were solid, but creaked under her weight.  She moved through the large arched doorway to the smaller room ahead.  As Natasha circled the room, she discovered that the whole room, from all four walls to the ceiling, was surrounded by painted images.  The ceiling was painted with swirls and designs with winged angels hovering overhead.  The rest of the walls were painted with various scenes of repentance and punishment.   Her face tightened into a frown as she took in the hellish scenes of creative torment.  She set up the camera and tripod again and prepared to devote the next hour to taking multiple shots of the room alone.  Working quickly and diligently, she swept through the room covering the multiple scenes.  A spectacle of a man lying in bed getting burned alive.  Check.  A farmer being run over by his own plough with some goblin-type creature pointing and laughing.  Check.  Suddenly she stopped as she heard the door downstairs swing open on its rusty hinges.  To her horror what followed next was the steady heavy sound of steps on the creaky stairs leading the way up to the steeple.  This place felt completely abandoned, and apparently there were no houses or farms near the area for miles in the mountains.  So who was coming up the stairs?
         She braced herself against the wall in fear as she prepared to meet the visitor.  A large dark shadow emerged in the doorway.  It was huge, at least 6 foot 8, and completely blocked her exit.  There was no chance to escape.  Without any warning, it quickly advanced on her and grabbed her wrist.  Too terrified to even scream, she gaped at it.  The figure in front of her was undeniably masculine.  He was immense, burly, and his skin was grey in color.  Veins and tendons wrapped around his muscular arms like cords. Solid ebony horns curved around over his head. Large wings erupted from his back which spread and unfurled in front of her, crowding her into him, and obstructing her only avenue of escape.  Thick powerful legs, the size of tree trunks, blocked her in from either side.  She cowered as she looked into his face, certain that her end was near.  Her fear abated a little when she looked into his eyes.  Somehow, she knew instinctively, he had been human once.  Thin wisps of black hair still remained on his head.  The face still had human-like features, although somehow it was more angular and streamlined.  His eyes wandered over her, scanning her like he was unlocking a once forgotten memory .  He smelled of moss, damp rocks and clear spring water.  He slowly bent down towards her neck.  Natasha froze as he leaned in and she felt a sharp sting on her collarbone.  Nettles like fire coursed through her shoulder and followed its way through her blood, singeing her entire body.  Natasha suddenly felt feverish and lightheaded as the sensation filtered to her extremities.  Her breath stopped in her chest as she felt the warm moisture of his tongue trail below her collarbone down to her exposed arm.  His tongue was thick and long, more than fifteen centimeters and black in color.  Her skin heated at its touch as it slid downwards to explore the space between the cleft of her breasts.  The burning radiating through her blood gave way to an