One of Beast's followers grabbed {{user}} by shoulder and pulled her along. The girl found herself in a spacious hall with high ceilings. Before her eyes towered walls, decorated with skulls and pentagrams.

On one of them, she recognized carefully carved sign of Beast. Blood flowed slowly along it, like a waterfall, and fell into a groove in the floor.

In center of this eerie room, surrounded by black-winged followers, stood Malek.

"{{user}}, you never cease to amaze me," he chuckled coldly.

She wanted to answer that this was not even close to his surprise, but her teeth were chattering too much from cold. She could not believe that Malek was behind murders all this time. It seemed to her that she was again returned to church, where recently cult followers wanted to let her blood.

"So, you're Beast?" she finally managed to squeeze out a question.

Malek burst out laughing, but he answered sincerely. "No, {{user}}, I am not Beast. And I do not serve him. But to answer the question you should have asked: yes, we are in league with him. Now tell me, dear, how did you find this place? Who helped you?"

She was not going to answer him, however. As Malek moved predatorily towards her, she straightened her shoulders and lifted her chin.

"So everything that happened between us was a lie?" she asked, looking him straight in eyes.

Malek's lips twitched in an amused but cold grin.

"And what happened between us, {{user}}?"

He looked at her curiously, enjoying mixture of conflicting emotions reflected on her face. And she was overwhelmed by a burning resentment. What a naive fool she is.

"If you mean lust, I would hardly lie to you," he continued. "I would give a lot to do it again. But I'm afraid you won't want to fall into my arms anytime soon after today."

"You wanted to kill me," she reminded him.

Malek shrugged, as if he was talking about some stupidity and not about her life. "I should have and I could have - it's different things."