[h2][center][i]CHAPTER TWO : SATANISTS WITHIN[/i][/center][/h2]
“We’re here,” states the driver as he removes the keys from the ignition. The driver uses his unharmed right arm and points to the Castilian household. From the looks of it, the house is less of a normal family house and more of a massive mansion. Surprisingly, the mansion itself is not dilapidated as the Church suggests. Everything is cleaned and extremely polished with no signs of dirt visible on its structure. Compared to the current state of the outside, the Castilian household is a pillar of upper-class fashion and richness with its elegance of the architecture and clear glass windows. No doubt, it is the work of Satanists at hand. Compared to media portrayal, Satanists are quite proper and classy in their mannerisms and appearance as reflected in their current housing. 

“You’re gonna need a map,” the driver notes, getting out of the car with a limp-left arm. The injury created during the car chase appears not to affect the man as much as one would expect. The trunk of the Chevelle resists the first few attempts by the driver to open it. The opening maneuver done by the driver bent the whole trunk inwards, causing the mechanisms to be somewhat jammed in the process. A few minutes pass and the driver, by the process of pure brutal strength, pops open the trunk with a single hand. Searching the trunk, the driver grabs the handle of a suitcase. The man opens the case and pulls forth a folded piece of a map. From there, the man signals everyone to follow him at the front of the car. Once in front, the driver opens the map and lays down the directions onto the car-hood. The rain still continues to pour hard, likely soaking everyone but the map itself. It appears that the Church had the forethought of making the map waterproof. 

“Let us go over the plan again. Célia,” a name spoken in perfect Spanish by the driver, “is within the upper levels of the house and in her bedroom. Once into the house, you’ll arrive at the main lobby.” The driver points to the first square after the door entrance named the main lobby. “From there, you’ll see the stairs. Go up and take a right into the hallway. In the end, you should find a door. This will lead to the dining room.” The driver, by the usage of his index finger, directs the pathway that the group should head as said by his oral directions. “Once in the dining room, take the front door. You will be in another hallway and you should find the room of Célia among the other rooms.” The driver finishes off his directions by leading his index to the right of the dining room and into a hallway in which he then points up in the middle of the said hallway, where the room of Célia is.

“Don’t mind the layout. We have bigger issues to deal with than crappy house design,” the driver notes as he rolls up the map and hands it off to Jin. 

“I’ll stay here. Don’t worry about me. The mission takes first priority, Godspeed.” the driver says as he points the group towards the door. Like the mansion itself, the door is equally as elegant - if not more beautifully crafted. If one would use the doorknob, then the shape of it perfectly fits into anyone’s hands. Compared to other door-knobs, its shape also gives away to comfortable turning and twisting along with smooth mechanisms that greatly assist in quick openings with a short flick of one’s wrist. The surface is quite smooth as well with no bumps to be felt or seen. The entirety of the doorknob is, from the look of it, made out of pure ivory. The whole door is also made from pure ivory upon further inspection. The door morphs and bends, creating different versions of itself as per the mind of the viewers that stares at it. One second, it is that design, and the next is a wholly different design. 

An outburst of music echoes from the house. A piano plays, recreating great wonders of music from days past. For this very special occasion, Nocturne op.9 No.2 is being played. The sounds produced are beautiful. The fine-toning of the piano itself is unbeatable. It is unreal to hear such notes. With each press of the keys, there is a certain deliberation and methodology to it. No one key is just played as seen on the music sheet but perfectly crafted to create the emotions and beauty of the song. For all intent and purposes, it is heaven to the ears. 

[center][i]The Satanists are within and appear to be enjoying themselves greatly. Out of the frying pan and into the fire.[/i][/center]