Blood Of The Covenant / Season 1, Episode 6
Keening in the Undercroft
The keening sliced through the undercroft like a blade through flesh, a sound so raw it seemed to claw at the stone walls. Father Tomás Herrera froze, his hand halfway to the blood-streaked altar, the cold of the chamber seeping into his knuckles. The air down here was thick, damp with the scent of earth and something older, metallic, like a coin left too long in a dead man’s mouth. His breath hitched, a quick prayer flickering through his mind—Dios mío, protégeme—before he caught himself. Old habits. Bad habits. Beside him, Sister Agatha Munteanu stood rigid, her fingers white around the wooden cross at her throat, the edges biting into her skin so hard a thin line of crimson welled up. Her eyes darted to the shadowed corners of the chamber, wide and searching, as if the sound might take shape and lunge. “What… what was that?” Her voice came out sharp, barely above a whisper, but it trembled at the edges. She didn’t look at him, didn’t dare take her gaze off the dark beyond the flickering torchlight. The murals loomed around them, those ancient figures with hollow eyes and outstretched hands, painted in ochre and rust that might’ve been blood once, long dried. The keening had come from somewhere deeper, past the altar, where the tunnel sloped down...