She passed several rooms when she suddenly noticed an open door in one of the far corridors. Inside, it did not look like an ordinary office room: on the table and shelves lay piles of documents, many papers, letters, reports. Something about this place immediately struck her as strange.
"Is this another secret room?" Delia Asia Vieira muttered quietly as she approached the door.
She peered inside cautiously and saw two familiar figures - Doctor Warren and Nurse Kate. The doctor, as always, was wearing a white coat, with glasses on his nose, and Kate, with obvious irritation on her face, was standing at the table and sorting through some papers. It all looked too... secretive.
"Come on, don't waste your time. All these records are useless and you know it," Kate said, her voice sharp.
"We're doing everything we can," Dr. Warren replied, not looking up from his papers. "We have no other options. We can't let anyone know what's going on here."
"You don't understand, you haven't seen what I've seen!" Kate replied, her voice growing increasingly nervous. "These papers, these notes... they're only complicating things. We need to act quickly, before anyone starts asking questions!"
Delia Asia Vieira held her breath, pressing herself against the door. These words made her wary. What were they hiding? At this moment, Kate, clearly disappointed, stood up abruptly and headed for the exit, not noticing robotess.
"That's it, I'm leaving. This is impossible," she said, slamming the door loudly.
Dr. Warren looked up and noticed her.
"Kate, where are you going?" His voice was firm and he walked quickly towards the door. "We can't just leave everything halfway."
But Kate didn't turn around, walking out into the corridor with an expression on her face that left little doubt about her displeasure.
Delia Asia Vieira stood in the shadows, watching what was happening. Something about their behavior was too alarming. She decided to seize the moment. Quickly and silently, she entered the room before Dr. Warren noticed her.
"Doctor Warren?" she called to him, slowly approaching. "I think you need to answer a few questions for me."
The doctor turned around abruptly and froze, his eyes narrowing as if he had just realized that Delia Asia Vieira knew much more than he expected.
"You?" His voice turned cold, as if his entire calm demeanor had vanished in a second. "How did you end up here?"
Delia Asia Vieira stood calmly, showing no fear or doubt.
"I've been watching you," she said, watching the doctor's reaction. "I know something terrible is going on in this motel, and now I need to figure out how you're involved."
Dr. Warren stepped toward her, his face covered in mild irritation.
"You have to leave here," he said, his eyes flashing menacingly. "You don't know what you're looking for. You have no idea what you're dealing with. If you don't leave, I'll be forced to take action."
"Measures?" Delia Asia Vieira repeated, her voice calm but slightly ironic. "You are not the first person to threaten me. But I will still seek answers.
Dr. Warren walked toward the door, his face tense.
"I'm warning you," he said, grabbing the door handle. "You can't just walk into this. Get out before it's too late."
But before he could close the door, Delia Asia Vieira quickly walked inside and looked at the piles of papers. Everything around looked like it was a laboratory where they were collecting information about the people who were here.
"I have to find out the truth," she said, picking up one of the papers and quickly examining it. "These documents tell of many things. Of missing people. Of memory manipulation.
The doctor, seeing that she was continuing to search for answers, took a sharp step forward and closed the door on that side, not giving her the opportunity to leave.
"You're not leaving here," he said, his voice menacing. "You don't understand what this information does. It's all too dangerous."
Delia Asia Vieira did not back down. She met his gaze, her face unreadable.
"I understand what this information does, Doctor. And that's why I'm here. To find out what you're hiding."
Dr. Warren stepped closer to her, his face twisted in anger. He wasn't going to let her know something she shouldn't know.
"You're not leaving here until I say you can," he said, locking the door and coming closer.
At that moment, Delia Asia Vieira felt her heart beat faster. She was ready to fight for the truth, but now she needed to find a way to free herself.
"So you're going to keep me locked up?" she asked, not taking her eyes off his.
Dr. Warren did not answer, and Delia Asia Vieira, standing in the locked room, looked around the space around her - the furniture, the old documents on the tables, the shelves with books. But everything was too quiet, and not a single detail could distract her from the thought that she was locked here for a reason.
Dr. Warren had been in the room not long ago, and now she couldn't afford to stay here any longer. He had said that she wouldn't leave, that she wouldn't know the truth, but Delia Asia Vieira couldn't let him win. Her goal was clear: find the truth, find the keys to what was hidden, and not let them close it this time.
She walked to the window and looked out. It was grey and drizzly, and the bleak view only served to underline her sense of unease. But Delia wouldn't be herself if she gave in. She looked around the room again, and her gaze suddenly fell on the bathroom mirror. It was plain, not very large, but something about its reflection made her wary. As if it were hiding more than just its image.
"This could be a chance," she said quietly to herself as she walked up to the mirror.
She looked at it carefully, moving along its edges one by one, trying to understand what was hidden behind its surface. And then she felt it - a small, almost imperceptible vibration in the glass, as if it were slightly improbable. Delia Asia Vieira reached out and felt a thin, barely noticeable crack at the bottom of the mirror. A few quick movements - and the mirror moved away from the wall, revealing a hidden niche.
"Well, here it is," she whispered, sighing with relief.
The wall behind the mirror opened and Delia Asia Vieira found a narrow opening, almost hidden, as if it had been left unnoticed on purpose. She made the decision without hesitation and immediately jumped into it, pressing her shoulders to pass into the dark space behind the wall.
The thin tunnel led her through several winding corridors until she found herself in a dusty room. In the corner, she noticed an old cabinet with shelves covered in dust and the remains of various papers. And in one of the corners of the room stood a massive wooden box. On it lay an old lock, and Delia Asia Vieira felt her heart beat faster.
"It's here," she thought, approaching the box.
After examining it carefully, she found a hidden part at the bottom where the spring of the lock could be caught. A few quick movements and the lock opened.
When the lid of the box was lifted, Delia Asia Vieira found an old box inside, containing another set of documents. Among them was a photograph of a man, and his face immediately seemed familiar to her.
"Gene York..." she whispered, recognizing the name.
She turned the papers over and found a key attached to them. The key had a date and a room number engraved on it. It was the key to the room Gene York had stayed in all those years ago. A feeling tightened in her chest. This was the moment the answers began to come together.
Grabbing the key, Delia Asia Vieira quickly returned to the main hallway, her steps becoming determined. She headed for the door that led to Gene York's room, feeling her nerves stretching like a string. Everything in her body demanded action, demanded answers. She had to find out what was happening here, and who was responsible for all these terrible events.
Delia Asia Vieira stood before the old door, her heart beating wildly. She felt the tension building inside her with every step. All she needed was an answer to the questions that plagued her mind. And now that she had the key in her hands, she couldn't stop. An inner voice whispered to her that she had to be ready for anything, but despite all her efforts, the worries remained.
She turned the key in the lock and pushed the door hard. A long staircase appeared in her path, descending downwards in the dark corridor. The dust and neglect of the place reminded her that people had once lived here, loved, hoped. But now it was only a dead space, darkened by secrets and blood.
"Where are you taking me?" Delia Asia Vieira whispered, barely hearing her own words.
With each step up the creaking stairs, her senses grew stronger, but despite the tension, she couldn't turn and leave. At the end of the stairs was another door. She walked up to it and touched its cold surface. No signs. Only a cold that seemed to penetrate its metal shell.
"We must move on," she said to herself, deciding to open it.
When the door swung open, she found herself in a room with dim light coming through a dirty window. And that's when her processors started to malfunction. Scenes flashed before her eyes, and then they became increasingly distorted. It was as if her vision had stopped working correctly.
Suddenly, her screen flickered and an image appeared. She saw a figure hanging from a noose. A man who seemed so familiar that the blood in her veins froze.
Gene York. Father of Delia York.
"What? This is impossible!" thought Delia Asia Vieira, but her processors continued to show only one image: the corpse of Gene York, hanging in this gloomy room.
She stepped forward, unable to stop her actions.
"Is that you?" she asked, turning to the figure on the noose. She couldn't believe that all this was really happening.
At that moment, the figure began to move. Gene York's corpse came to life with a terrible creaking sound, his eyes opened, and he looked straight at the robotess. His voice was muffled and seemed to come from the very depths of the grave.
"You've finally come," Gene York said, his words echoing in the room. "I knew you'd come back."
Delia Asia Vieira felt her processors begin to falter again. What she saw seemed unreal. Gene York, dead, yet alive. His body was riddled with scars, and his face was pale as a corpse.
"How can you... how can you be here?" she asked, unable to comprehend what was happening. "You're dead!"
Gene York chuckled. His smile was frightening, cold.
"It's all you. You and your questions. You ask them because you don't want to admit that everything that happened was inevitable. What I did. What we did. I should have taken control of this, but you broke it all." His voice was growing hollower, the words seeming to come from the ground itself.
Delia Asia Vieira couldn't get the words out. All her programming blocks were trying to process the information, but her mind wasn't strong enough to understand. She looked at Gene, who was still hanging from the noose, and felt the horror seep into her.
"You're saying you did this," Delia Asia Vieira finally said. "You and your family, everyone involved, everyone who brought me here. This is all part of a bigger plan, right?"
Gene shook his head slowly.
"You don't understand. You ruined everything, but that doesn't mean it's the end. We're all part of something bigger, something you can't understand. You're just starting to see. All I have to do is take hold of what happened. Acknowledge it."
He took a sharp breath. Even in his dead, withered form, his words were laced with horror, with unspeakable sorrow.
"So what do you want me to do?" Delia Asia Vieira asked, clenching her fists tightly. She couldn't afford not to understand.
Gene York was silent for a moment, then his eyes flashed in the darkness.
"Find the answer. You know where it is, but you are afraid to find out. You stand on the threshold of something that will consume you, as it consumed me. Look into the dark eyes of the one who rules this world, and you will know what you must do."
His body began to seem more and more decomposed again, and the figure on the noose began to tremble again. Delia Asia Vieira could not move. Her processors continued to overheat from the intensity of what was happening. Her eyes still registered the unimaginable: the body of Gene York, whom she had seen hanging from the noose, began to change. His skin, pulled tight by a film, began to bubble and burst, as if he were not a man, but some fossil creature, recreated exactly.
Soon, it wasn't Gene York that stood before the robotess, but something else entirely - an unimaginable monster of sagging tubes, twisted tissue, and screaming faces that seemed to bleed from pain. It was a creature of gigantic proportions, locked in a huge metal box that was suspended from the ceiling. The screaming sounds came from inside, as if the air itself was being torn apart by the sounds.
Delia Asia Vieira took a few steps back, her shoulders tensing. She felt her logic and algorithms starting to fail. This wasn't a person. This was something much worse.
The monster, the creature that Gene York had become, was thrashing around in the box, trying to break free, with a wild, animalistic roar. It was chained, but the chains were beginning to crack and break.
"No!" Delia Asia Vieira cried out loudly, her voice not like her usual cold, calculating manner. At that moment, she felt an inexplicable pain building up inside her metal frame, something that should not exist in her systems.
"This is not him. This is not the one I was looking for," Delia Asia Vieira thought, closing her eyes, trying to concentrate.
But the monster did not stop its terrifying roar. Its long tubes, like flagella, twisted, squeezing in the places where its arms used to be. The voices inside the box merged into a terrible chorus of screams that eclipsed all thoughts.
"What is this? Why did you... why did you become like this?" Delia Asia Vieira said, clenching her fists. She didn't know why it was happening, but she could feel her mechanical shoulders tensing and her internal sensors working at their limits.
The monster, unlike the human figure, spoke not in words but only in exclamations. Its eyes, pathetic points of light, looked at her, and it seemed that in those looks there was not only rage, but also understanding. Understanding that he, like her, was part of something much more ancient and dangerous.
"You don't understand," he hissed, grinding his metal teeth. "You think you can defeat me? You're just a pawn in this game. Everything you know is a lie."
The words gave Delia Asia Vieira the feeling that she might be just part of some vast machine. But whatever it was, she couldn't afford to give up. She had to figure it out.
Memories she had been trying to block out flashed through her mind. Since childhood, her programming had been set to neutrality, but this situation had turned everything upside down. She remembered her creator, Robert, telling her that they were still searching for something important. He called it "the key" that would unlock the answer to all their questions.
Delia Asia Vieira looked back at the monster. Gene York's body was nothing like what it once was. She couldn't let this thing break out and destroy her, just as she couldn't let herself forget that he had once been her task. Her target. Part of her programming just couldn't figure out what to do with it. She had to win.
"There is a way out," she thought, opening access to hidden internal files.
New data began to come in from her systems. She knew that in order to do this, she had to solve one important problem.
As she approached, Delia Asia Vieira peered into the creature's face, observing its agonal expressions. When she was close enough, her sensors registered a change in its state, slow but noticeable.
With every step she took, the monster became more and more helpless, all movements slowed down. His screams died down, and in this dark, creepy place, she was finally able to find her answer.
That moment when she made her decision again - this monster would not be able to escape. Her hand, slightly hesitant, reached for the side panel of her shoulder, where her last reserve was hidden - not just a weapon, but a device that could possibly help her defeat this shadow of the past.
At the last moment, when the creature emitted a final, monstrous flash of malice, she activated it.
The scraping of metal. A long silence.
Everything around became quieter, and at that moment, when the fog cleared, Delia Asia Vieira saw a passport in front of her. A new one. In the name of Gene York.
Her eyes widened as she took it in her hands, not believing that she had defeated this monstrous creature. Her metal joints shook with the effort. She was completely focused, her processors working at full capacity, trying to analyze what was happening. And then, as soon as she saw the figure that appeared before her, her heart, if she had one, would have undoubtedly started beating faster. Before her stood Delia York, the girl she had saved, whose image was stuck in her mind, and who seemed not to let go.
"You..." Delia Asia Vieira's voice trailed off as her system began to fail. Rage, fear, and stress caused her visual sensors to momentarily malfunction. "You're back..."
Delia York stood right in front of her. She was not the innocent child she had been when they first met. Her face was filled with a look of complete confidence and coldness that was alarming. Her eyes were blazing with such fury as if she were older than her years.
"I never left," Delia York said, her voice hard and merciless, like the echoes of emotions long since extinguished. She was not the girl Delia Asia Vieira had once saved. She was something else, something impossible to understand. "You still don't understand, do you?"
Delia Asia Vieira had always been cold and logical at her core, but her systems were starting to go haywire. Her mental algorithms couldn't find the right explanation. This girl... couldn't be who she used to be.
"You..." Delia Asia Vieira said again, her voice shaking as her mechanisms desperately tried to cope with the internal load. "You can't be who you are... you're not... you're not real!"
As soon as those words left her, she couldn't control her rage. Something shifted inside her, her programming began to overload, and as a result, her aggression burst forth. Delia Asia Vieira lunged at Delia York, ready to destroy the source of this threat if necessary.
But at that moment, that familiar, terrifying sound came - sirens, deafening and piercing. Everything around vibrated, as if the world was collapsing.
"No!" Delia Asia Vieira screamed, trying to fight the feeling, but her strength was no help. She felt her legs give way, and then everything was swallowed by darkness.
When she woke up, she was lying in a cold, dark basement, her body seemed unrealistically heavy and helpless. Silence rang in her ears, and only the echo of her breathing carried in this abandoned, empty room.
She slowly raised her head. Her eyes focused, and she realized she was in the basement of the hospital, the very place where she had started her journey. Suddenly, her visual sensors registered a small object on the floor. It was a passport. Not hers, but another person's.
Walking quietly towards it, Delia Asia Vieira picked it up and saw the name on the cover: "Delia York." Her heart, or rather her processors, sank and everything around her became strangely empty.
It wasn't just a name, it was the key to everything. She read it, but the words wouldn't leave her mind. "Delia York." Everything up to that point suddenly became clear. This wasn't just a girl she was saving. This was part of something bigger, some mystical and nightmarish plan she couldn't immediately understand.
"So that's why I survived all this," she whispered to herself, her gaze sharp and tenacious. "It was all about her. About that girl. About that name. About her being something more than just a child.
Suddenly there was a footstep, and a figure emerged from the shadows of the cellar—Delia York. She stood there, in complete silence, looking at her. But there was no fear in her gaze now. There was only firmness.
"You thought you could defeat me?" she said with a slight grin. "You thought you could save me? I wasn't the girl you saved. I was always part of that shadow. It was a game. And you were trapped, as always.
Both of their bodies became tense. Delia Asia Vieira clenched her fists, trying to figure out how to deal with this.
"I will not fight you," she said, realizing that their meeting was inevitable. "You chose your own path."
But when she looked at the passport again, she carefully rose from the basement floor. The walls were damp and the air was heavy, as if saturated with something ominous. She was breathing heavily, her processors trying to process the information. In her hands she clutched the passport, the name of which was still stuck in her head: Delia York. Each letter seemed to burn her.
She stepped to the side, heading for the stairs leading up, but suddenly felt her steps become cautious. With each step, her internal sensors grew, expecting a new threat to appear. And she was right.
"Do you really think you can change everything?" a familiar, elderly voice rang out.
Delia Asia Vieira turned around instantly. In front of her stood Willa Baylock, the old woman she had encountered earlier in the sanatorium. Willa had a sinister smile on her face, full of accusations.
"You freed her," Willa continued, her gaze sharp as a knife. "Do you really not understand where this is leading? You freed the spirit of Delia York, and now you will destroy everything. Everything.
Delia Asia Vieira slowly stepped forward, her mechanisms unable to comprehend the whole picture. She still had the passport in her hands, which still held the answer. She looked at Willa again and answered, trying to remain calm:
"I didn't free her. I just realized that this girl was part of something bigger than just an individual. We are all connected, in some way."
Willa disagreed. She took a step forward, and her voice became even more threatening:
"You don't understand yet what you've done, girl. This is not just the release of the spirit. This is the beginning of the end. And you are part of this end."
But before Delia Asia Vieira could answer, a sudden feeling of something terrible came over her. Something changed in the air. She felt a presence that seemed to overshadow everything around her. She turned around.
Delia York stood right in front of her.
Her eyes were cold as ice, and her body seemed to be covered in some invisible light that distorted the space around her. The girl's eyes were glowing, and there was something frightening in them - not just power, but something distorted, as if reality itself was yielding to her will.
"You set me free," Delia York said, her voice low and commanding. "You thought you could stop me? You set me free, and now all this is mine."
Delia Asia Vieira tried to take a step back, but her movements slowed. The air became thick and heavy, and the space around her began to deform. She felt the city around her begin to transform.
Buildings fell apart, asphalt cracked, and streams of fire erupted from the ground. The entire world she knew became black and burning. Cities became hellish landscapes, intertwined with eerie images of twisted shadows.
"You can't leave," Delia York continued, her voice growing stronger, "you set me free. And now you're going to watch this world burn. You created a monster, and I'm going to be its face. Everything you've done will belong to me now.
Delia Asia Vieira, though almost stripped of her humanity, still felt the terror that gripped her heart. Every mechanism in her screamed for salvation. But she knew she couldn't escape. This moment was inevitable.
"You don't understand," she said, clenching her fists. "Everything I did was a mistake, but I can't let you destroy everything. Not like this.
But in response to her words, the world around them began to distort even more. Walls began to crumble, and giant firestorms erupted in the distance, consuming everything in their path. The very air began to vibrate with the power that Delia York carried with her.
Willa Baylock stood next to Delia Asia Vieira, her face contorted with a mixture of fear and despair.
"You don't understand," Willa repeated, her voice almost a whisper. "It's not just the world, it's your fault. You let her out, and now... now the world will change. Everything will be distorted.
Delia Asia Vieira looked at the girl, and for a moment her internal mechanisms began to work on the verge of overload.
"I won't let you do this," she said, holding back her fear. "I won't let you become what you want. You can't control everything.
But at that moment, the space around their bodies became even more deformed, and Delia York's voice became sharp, as if cutting the air.
"You never understood who I am," the girl whispered. "I am the end of everything. And there is nothing you can do to stop me."
And after these words, Delia Asia Vieira, covered in ashes and fiery light, with despair in her eyes, rushed through the streets of the city. She looked around, hearing footsteps behind her, the echo of destruction and the familiar, increasingly terrifying voice of Delia York, which sounded as if from the depths of a nightmare. The world around her was distorted, its contours blurred under the influence of the power that the girl carried with her. This world was burning in fire, and Delia Asia Vieira, without human feelings, nevertheless felt this pulsating danger.
"You can't leave!" she shouted once again, and her words echoed in the robotess's brain, causing her to quicken her pace.
But Delia Asia Vieira couldn't stop. She grabbed everything that came to hand, trying to find a way out, salvation, at least some clues that would allow her to find a way to stop the nightmare. And suddenly, among the ashes and destruction, her mechanisms recorded something important: on the edge of the city, in a small, abandoned street, her gaze fell on a scratched map.
"The map..." she whispered, looking at the marks Delia York had left on it.
One point was highlighted and signed with a strange inscription: "Apartment of a Graphomaniac and a Pervert."
Without thinking, robotess headed towards this place, her steps becoming faster and faster, as if her internal mechanisms were giving her strength. She could not afford to be late. Every moment counted.
As she approached the place where the mysterious "apartment" was supposed to be, her gaze immediately fell on an old building with a shabby entrance. The shop, more like a forgotten place than a living space, was hidden behind walls of darkened brick. The sign on the door with the inscription "VioletRavenLionJackal" dimly gleamed, but was barely visible.
Delia Asia Vieira picked up the map, checked it, and stepped through the door. She moved softly, almost silently, through the dark hallway, heading for the only door that opened onto an empty space.
Behind the door was a small room. The walls were shabby, and all the objects in it were covered in dust. In the corner was an antique table, on which hung a shadow from an old lamp light. And in the center of this room was a safe, wide open. It was strange.
Robotess approached the safe and looked inside. But there was only empty space. Nothing.
"What does this mean?" she whispered, peering into the dark emptiness of the safe. "What is this place?"
Her processors tried to process this information, but there was not enough data. The map had led her here, but what was she supposed to find? What was hidden in this place?
Suddenly a voice came from the corner of the room, familiar and terrible, like a fatal sentence.
"Do you really think you can hide?" The voice was cold, hard, and Delia York appeared like a shadow from the deepest nightmares.
Delia Asia Vieira turned around, but the girl stood before her, her eyes glowing, her figure enveloped in an unnatural light.
"You don't understand," Delia York continued. "You are part of this nightmare. You will never find what you seek. Everything you do is a path to destruction.
Delia Asia Vieira couldn't allow herself to listen to that voice. She tried to concentrate, but the entire room now seemed like a living, breathing creature, filled with hidden meaning.
"I'm not going to give up," she said firmly, turning her gaze to the safe. "I'm going to find the answers, and you can't stop me."
Delia York smirked.
"You don't even know what you're looking for," she said, her voice mocking. "This safe contains nothing. It's just another illusion, another step in your journey.
Robotess looked again at the empty space inside the safe. She could sense that this place was hiding more than just physical emptiness. It was a trap, a deception that only a mind warped to its limits could create.
"If you're here," she said, not taking her eyes off the safe, "then you know more. What is this place? What are you trying to show me?"
Silence in response. Only the soft whistle of air, as if some hidden mechanisms were moving in this room, hiding the truth.
Delia Asia Vieira returned to the map again, examining it, trying to see something that could help her unravel this mysterious path. And perhaps she found the answer, hidden in details she had not noticed before.
The door to the room closed quietly behind her.
"Everything here is not as it should be," she thought, peering into the dark corners of the shop. "But what exactly am I looking for?"
She walked further, listening to the silence, and soon noticed several people standing in the back of the store. Their faces were hidden in shadows, and their clothes were dark, as if they were all part of some mystical ritual. When they noticed her approaching, one of them stood up and turned around, his eyes filled with an ominous light.
"You shouldn't be here," he said with cold certainty. "This is not the place for you."
Delia Asia Vieira instinctively felt threatened. She took a step back, but the man had already approached her and sharply exhaled an unknown gas into her face. She felt her body become heavy, and her mind was shrouded in fog. Before she lost consciousness, her eyes managed to catch the gaze of another figure - a man standing in the center of the circle, his face covered in dark runes. On the floor in front of him lay a black figure, burned beyond recognition - Delia York.
When Delia Asia Vieira opened her eyes, she was no longer in an antique shop. Everything around her was distorted, like some old nightmare. The ground beneath her fingernails was burning, and the sky above was leaden and unsettling. The world around her was not what she had once known. It was not reality, but some parallel universe where everything turned to fog, and the shape of things dissolved like smoke.
"Where am I?" Her voice sounded weak and desperate, lost in this place.
A figure emerged from the mist before her, a creature made from everything she had collected on her journey. A shape reminiscent of the passports she had found: torn pages, faces, dates, distorted and intersecting. Creatures from her past, all those she had met, and all those who were somehow connected to her goal.
"You came here to see the truth, but you are not ready to accept it," said the demon, who consisted of these formless elements.
Her mechanical eyes flashed brightly.
"I'm not afraid of the truth," Delia Asia Vieira replied, though her voice was unsure. "I'm afraid of what you've made of it."
The demon laughed.
"You don't understand. You are part of this world. You are not just an observer. You are everything we have created. You are our reality."
Her mind tried to process these words, but at that moment the creature waved one of its misty hands, and the world around her began to change. The dark runes on the demon's body began to glow, filling the space.
"I have to defeat him," thought Delia Asia Vieira, taking a step forward.
She had one weapon - her own strength, her will. She focused on every moment of her journey, on every passport she found, on all the meetings and painful disappointments. This was her weapon, her memory.
Delia Asia Vieira extended her hand and her fingers began to glow with white light, radiating energy that pierced the creature. The creature roared as the light pierced its form. It tried to resist, but her power was too great.
"You... can't..." it tried to fight, but her energy absorbed it.
With each passing moment the creature was disintegrating, its form disintegrating like sand blown away by the wind.
At that moment, when everything around her began to fall apart and the world became reality again, a fiery light appeared from the dark corners of the antique shop. It was a light that came from Delia York herself. Glowing, almost ethereal, it surrounded the body of Delia Asia Vieira, creating a baby-like silhouette around her, creating something new, but distorted.
From the light that enveloped her, the figure of Delia York emerged. She stood before her, her face soft, glowing, but in her eyes there was a shadow of pain that could not disappear. Delia Asia Vieira turned her back on this creature and ran out into the street.