In the always silent house of the three sisters, in the darkest corner of the hall, a rustling sound gently voices. One of the sisters is sitting by herself, sewing some bloody fingers into a necklace. A few of the fingers need scraping. She picks the flesh off and rasps the bones in a delicate way that if only wasn’t so bloody, then it would look very pretty. Her hands are full of red kisses from the needle. There’s a few scratches on her face. But the blood doesn’t seem to be her own. Her white dress is stained red. Her fingertips barely feel anything. There’s nothing but a cluster of cold ashes in the fireplace. The smell of blood and dead meat is more smelled than last night's soup. She sews the bones together with a twisted thread of hair. At last it’s a symbolic type of job. She lifts it into the shining of the cold rays. A set of finger bones that drip with pure blood of human. A fine work of madness. An insane craft of hell. She wears it and takes the knife she made of the back bones of her sister earlier this day and heads it out of the house with that look; a stained dress that of a butcher's look, a sharp knife ready to cut through anything made of flesh, a necklace that demons worship, and ultimately a look from from Hell! People of the town witness the hellish figure with terror. She has no intentions of knowing her surrounding. But she has distracted all to herself. "By the gods, is that Elle?" A townswoman asks her husband with a shaking tone. He has nothing to say. Every man and woman gaze at the girl with horrified eyes. Those that watch from their houses, shut their doors and windows closed. A man sticks with the wall behind and crosses oneself. People flee and free up the way for her. She continues towards the church. The bell tower of the holy building begins to ring. A voice that knocks the flash of a terrible picture back in her mind. She wishes for it to disappear and the same time walks up to the gate. The father comes out as everyday evening that he waits for people to gather in his divine house. But today only one person is coming. He panics in the first glance and immediately prays to his god to deliver him from the evil. She runs up the stairs and drives the knife towards his chest with no hesitation. He relies to his own strength at this point and holds her hand with the knife. Her eyes burn with rage. She growls with bared teeth. "Elle, get hold of yourself." He says. But Elle is not listening. Finally in the tug between them she stabs him in his shoulder. Hits come rapidly and she tears his shoulder apart. But when time comes for the final hit, the people grab her from the back. They save the father. Stronger men hold the girl and take her away. Others come to the father and help him up. His shoulder is destroyed. He gets up in a lot of pain. Elle bites one of the men in the ear and gnaws his ear off. She does not stop, so a man gives her a hard hit in the face and makes her stop. Others keep her up on her feet. Everybody wonders what goes wrong with the third sister, so they ask from the father. "Leave her be! She is in the possession of an evil spirit." Says the father as people are holding his side. "We must kill her!" A townsman says and the rest of them agree. "No. This is what evil wants. We cannot succumb to its damned will." The father rises his voice. "We must save the girl. She is innocent. I need two women and two strong men." Four people draw ahead of the others and volunteer at will. "We help, father." Says the man. "Wash yourselves and come clean exorcism. Bring the girl inside the church and wash her too." Says the father and lays his wounded shoulder on the man who got his side. "The rest of you go home and keep your fingers crossed. Pray for the innocent soul of this girl."