Hours ago, while Lucie and the detective faced Chico's threat, Pablo, Estela, and Pedro explored the dark corridors of the mansion. Aware of the ominous atmosphere surrounding them, Pablo decided to retrieve his occultist equipment to better deal with the unknown.
Pablo, rummaging through a dusty room - I need to find my equipment. Stay alert, Estela, Pedro.
Estela, nervously looking around - This mansion is terrifying, Pablo. Can't wait to get out of here.
Pedro, holding a flashlight - Agreed, it's getting stranger by the minute.
As they explored, Pablo discovered a secret room hidden behind a dusty bookshelf. Upon entering, he found his bag with various occultist instruments, weapons, ancient books, and mysterious artifacts.
Pablo, satisfied - Found my equipment! With this, we might have an advantage against that old man!
Estela, intrigued - What are all these things?
Pablo, explaining - These are tools of occultism. They can help us understand and confront the supernatural forces that exist here!
Pedro, skeptical - Occultism? Does that really work?
Pablo, smiling - Believe it or not, Pedro, there are things in this world that go beyond our understanding. Let's use them wisely.
Meanwhile, Lucie and the detective were facing Chico in the mansion's suite, and Pablo, Estela, and Pedro, unaware of what was happening with Lucie, unfortunately, had taken different corridors to explore more areas.
Estela, nervous - I don't like the idea of us splitting up, Pablo.
Pablo, reassuring - Stay calm, Estela. It's safer to cover more ground. We'll communicate via radio.
Pablo distributed portable radios from his bag to the group, ensuring effective communication while exploring the mansion.
Pablo, over the radio - Estela, Pedro, we're going in different directions. Keep in touch.
Pedro, responding over the radio - Roger that, Pablo. Stay alert.
While exploring, Estela and Pedro came across a room filled with old and dusty paintings. Some depicted picturesque landscapes, while others were portraits of unknown individuals.
Estela, looking at the paintings - This is so strange. Who are these people?
Pedro, examining a portrait - I have no idea, but something tells me there's more to these paintings than meets the eye.
Suddenly, a cold breeze swept through the room, causing the candles to flicker. Estela and Pedro felt a supernatural presence around them.
Estela, shivering - Something is not right here.
Pedro, holding the flashlight - Let's proceed with caution. Pablo, we're investigating a room with strange paintings.
Pablo, responding over the radio - Stay vigilant. Paintings in this place are not harmless!
As Pedro examined the paintings, he felt a subtle change in the atmosphere. A voice whispered in his ears, an unintelligible language echoed in his mind. Intrigued, he turned to Estela.
Pedro, furrowing his brow - Estela, did you hear that?
Estela, confused - Hear what? I didn't hear anything.
Pedro, shaking his head - Must be my imagination.
However, as they continued exploring the room, Pedro started to feel chills running down his spine. A strange sensation that something was watching them.
Pedro, uneasy - Estela, something's not right. I feel like we're being watched.
Estela, nervously - Stop joking, Pedro. This is not the time for pranks.
Suddenly, Pedro began trembling uncontrollably. Estela, now concerned, tried to communicate with Pablo through the radio.
Estela, over the radio - Pablo, we need help here. Something is happening to Pedro!
Pablo, responding over the radio - Estela, we're far from you. What's going on?
Pedro, amidst convulsions, tried to speak - Something... inside me...
Estela, panicking - Pedro, hold on! Pablo, for God's sake, we need help!
While Pedro continued to convulse, a black liquid started oozing from his mouth, staining the dusty floor of the room. Estela, powerless, watched the horrifying scene unfold.
Estela, shouting over the radio - Pablo, for God's sake, we need you here now!
Pablo, running through the corridors, worried - I'm on my way, Estela. Hold on!
Pedro's veins bulged from his body, and the black liquid seemed to have a life of its own. A dark energy filled the room, making it even more oppressive.
Pedro, amidst moans - Something is... taking over me...
Estela, desperate - Pablo, please, hurry!
Pablo, finally reaching the room, encountered the terrifying scene. Estela cried beside Pedro, whose body was being taken over by something beyond any understanding.
Pablo, horrified - What's happening here?
Estela, sobbing - He started convulsing, and... something is coming out of him!
The black liquid continued to flow, and Pedro's veins pulsated in a sinister pattern. Pablo, even in the face of the unknown, knew he needed to act.
Pablo, determined - We need to contain this. Estela, help me hold him. I'll try to use my occultist artifacts to dispel this dark energy.
Estela, apprehensive - Do whatever it takes, Pablo. We can't lose him.
While Pablo initiated a protection ritual, the room seemed to vibrate with a malevolent energy. Pedro's fate hung in the balance between supernatural forces and the courage of the explorers.
Pablo, realizing the intensity of the situation, began murmuring an ancient language he had learned during his studies as a paranormal agent. The words resonated in the room, charged with mystical energy, as he attempted to expel the dark presence taking hold of Pedro.
Pablo, focused - Bylthar... Nithar... Expellam te ex hoc corpo!
However, the force manifesting in Pedro seemed to resist every attempt by Pablo. The room, now enveloped in a tense atmosphere, vibrated with supernatural energy.
Pedro, staring at Pablo, started contorting even more sinisterly. His expression, once familiar, transformed into something more threatening. Pablo knew he wasn't dealing with an ordinary paranormal phenomenon.
Pablo, determined - I need to intensify the rituals... Estela, stay strong!
Estela, watching the scene in horror, trembled while holding Pedro with Pablo. The atmosphere in the room became even denser, as if the air itself was charged with the essence of the unknown.
Pablo, continuing the incantations - Adsumo potentia arcanum, expurgo tenebris!
Despite his efforts, the black energy continued to grow in Pedro. The explorer's gaze now exuded an intense malevolence.
Pedro, with a distorted laugh - You can't stop me, Pablo. I am beyond your mystical tricks.
In a frightening moment, Pedro swiftly advanced toward Pablo, his strength supernaturally heightened. Before Pablo could react, Pedro fiercely bit into Pablo's neck, his strength and ferocity surpassing natural limits.
Pablo, struggling to break free - Estela, step back! He's not Pedro anymore.
Estela, terrified, retreated while Pablo, using all his skill, managed to deliver a powerful blow to Pedro, temporarily knocking him out.
Pablo, panting - This is no longer Pedro... something has corrupted him completely.
While Pedro lay temporarily unconscious on the floor, Pablo looked at the wound on his neck, where blood began to trickle. The situation became even darker.
Pablo, touching his wounded neck - We need to find a way to get this out of him before it's too late. Whatever has taken over him is very strong.
Pablo, seeing Pedro's body convulsing again, didn't hesitate to resume the exorcism words. His voice resonated in the room, filled with determination, as he desperately sought to free Pedro from the dark influence.
Pablo, reciting - In nomine lucis et potentia arcanum, libera hoc hominem!
Pedro's body shook violently, but, to Estela's dismay, he couldn't awaken. The veins that once pulsed with sinister energy now seemed to contain a dormant presence.
Estela, on the verge of madness, began to scream - Pablo, do something! Pedro can't stay like this!
Pablo, still focused, replied firmly - I'm doing my best, Estela. I need to stay focused.
Estela, enraged and desperate - Your "best" isn't enough! Pedro is dying, and you're there reciting words that aren't working!
The tension in the room increased as Pablo continued his efforts, while Estela, consumed by fear and distress, couldn't bear the feeling of helplessness.
Estela, screaming - Do something different! Can't you see that this isn't helping?
Pablo, staying calm - Estela, you need to trust me. There are forces beyond our understanding here.
Estela, now losing patience - I don't care about your "forces beyond understanding"! Pedro is dying, and you're doing nothing!
The argument between Pablo and Estela escalated, reflecting the intensity of the situation. As tempers flared, a dark murmur filled the room, echoing like a whisper from the shadows.
Pablo, sensing a supernatural presence - Estela, we need to calm down. This entity is strong, and our emotions only feed it.
Estela, amidst tears and anger - Don't come at me with your theories now! Do something!
The room seemed to respond to the tension, shadows coming to life. Pedro, still unconscious, was the epicenter of this clash between forces beyond comprehension.
Pablo, determined - Estela, we need to find a way to weaken this entity. Your emotions are strengthening it.
Estela, in a mix of despair and fury - I don't care! I can't lose Pedro!
Driven by distress, Estela decided to try to wake Pedro with her own hands. She shook him frantically, shouting his name in desperation.
Estela, shouting - Pedro! Wake up! Please, wake up!
Suddenly, Pedro's eyes snapped open. Estela, relieved and emotional, cried tears of joy to see that he was finally conscious.
Estela, amidst tears - Pedro, you're back! I thought I'd lose you!
However, something seemed off. Pedro's eyes, once dull, now shone with a sinister intensity. Pablo, noticing the subtle shift, tried to alert Estela.
Pablo, concerned - Estela, something is wrong. Stay vigilant.
Before she could react, Pedro, with surprising speed, pinned Estela down. His eyes reflected a dark determination. Estela, initially confused, realized the abrupt change in behavior.
Estela, frightened - Pedro, what's happening? Let me go!
Pedro, with a strange voice - I won't let you interfere.
He began attacking Estela with a force that contrasted with his previous nature. Pablo, attempting to intervene, moved to pull Pedro off Estela, but something held him back.
Pablo, struggling to free him - We need to get him away!
Pedro, possessed, resisted Pablo's attempts. The force keeping him over Estela was supernatural, leaving Pablo perplexed in the face of the unexpected.
Estela, fighting to break free - Pedro, please! Don't do this!
Pedro, now completely possessed - You won't hinder what is to come.
Estela, desperate, tried to resist, but Pedro's strength was supernatural. The room echoed with the sounds of the conflict between the explorers, while the dark entity inside Pedro continued to guide him down a sinister path.
Pablo, seeking a solution - Estela, we need to find a way to expel this entity from him. Fight against it!
Estela, being attacked - I don't know how! Pedro, please, fight against this!
Pedro, with a disturbing laugh - There is no more Pedro here. This body belongs to me now!
Pablo, desperate - Estela, you need to resist. I'll try to help in the best way I can.
While Pedro, possessed by a dark force, continued to attack Estela with intensified ferocity, the room became the stage for a desperate and bloody battle. Pedro's blows were swift and brutal, echoing in the tense atmosphere.
Estela, cornered, tried to dodge Pedro's attacks, but his supernatural strength made any resistance difficult. Her cries of pain mixed with Pedro's distorted laughter, revealing the complete absence of the previously known personality.
Estela, amidst tears and suffering, pleaded - Pedro, please! Fight against this! You're stronger!
Pedro, still under the influence of the dark entity, remained unresponsive. His eyes, now devoid of humanity, remained fixed on Estela as he continued to mercilessly beat her.
Pablo, trying to pull Pedro to help Estela. He recited protective words in the hope of weakening the entity controlling Pedro.
Pablo, firmly - In the name of light, I command you to withdraw! Leave this body!
However, the entity seemed indifferent to Pablo's attempts. Laughter echoed in the room, almost as if challenging any power opposing it.
Estela, almost collapsing under the blows, looked at Pablo with pleading eyes.
Estela, amidst suffering - Pablo, please... do something...
Pablo, determined, continued his rituals, but the struggle against this dark force proved increasingly challenging.
Pablo, murmuring the words - Lux lucis defendat nos...
The room pulsed with a sinister energy, the portraits on the walls seemed to distort as the situation reached its climax.