The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 84

“What about Eleanor?” Sparky answered.

Eleanor was the woman in white, the angel of death who guided souls to their final destinations. As goddess, Ethereal once commanded the angel, but Clara now had supremacy over that power.

“You’d need to ask her,” Silver said before Ethereal could open her mouth.

Ethereal glared at her sister, huffed and remained quiet. Since she was staring straight at Bastet, the cat goddess broke eye contact, focusing on those razor sharp claws.

“Eleanor runs independently from us,” Silver continued. “We do not know if she visited The Tower after the gates were closed.”

a cinematic, misty, and dreamy photograph of a serene woman of North American Indian descent, clad in a flowing, silky white gown that billows behind her, with long, straight black hair cascading down her back, and piercing black eyes that seem to hold a deep emotional wisdom, standing barefoot on a lush, emerald-green forest floor, surrounded by towering trees that stretch towards the sky, their branches tangled with mistletoe and vines, as she gently guides a wispy, ethereal spirit soul, illuminated by a soft, golden light, back to its final destination after death, with the warm, fading light of dusk casting a mystical glow on the scene.

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