redemption [Theme] Page 6

- Remember, Angelica, I was a child. I was a mother, and you saved me from death. What happened to my baby? I left it to the witch La Voisin. Sometimes I think about his innocent little body, my flesh and blood, sacrificed on the altar of the devil the secret artists of Paris. I know what they are doing at their secret black masses. Come to them for help in matters of love. Some want to kill others or to elevate someone. I often think about my child. They pierced his heart with a long needle, released from his blood and mixed it with tripe, mocking the Holy spirit. And when I think about it, I think that if I had to do more than just go to a monastery, I'd do it.