Rafael_Zimichut

A series of murders in Cathedrals across Brazil are carried out without a trace, however, In the last murdered, history professor Carlos Cardeñas leaves a clue, a dagger drawn in his own blood and a numerical sequence.
With the pressure from the media on the case, the chief sees no other solution than to call the most expressive name in the Police today, the unusual detective Sandro Palmeira, who in his own way puts the pieces of the puzzle together and discovers that a sect who gave rise to Nazism wants an object that has been in the possession of the family of Carlos Cardeñas since the era of the Templars.
With the help of Camila and Bernardo Garcia – the best known reporter in the current media who discovers the truth about the continuity of the thousand-year Reich started by Adolf Hitler.
Contrary to popular belief, the Nazis are all around everyone and the most prominent name under the Führer is bloodthirsty.
Everyone tries to find out why neo-Nazis so much want this object protected by the Cardeñas family, but only Carlos' grandson, Henrique Cardeñas (a young man used to a life full of drugs, ballads and a total lack of interest in his family's history) has the key. to unlock the secret. Henrique finds himself overnight fighting the ghosts of the past that insist on haunting his family generation after generation.

A SHADOW BEYOND DARKNESS

HIMMLER WAS ATTENTIVE to Henrique Cardeñas' STEPS, he had sent his partner, Armand Duprè, to put a tracker on him to know each step that the boy would take, after all, it was the link they needed to find the location of what Sebottendorff had asked for.


           Honestly, he didn't care what the brotherhood wanted, much less what they were going to do with it, his plan was already outlined, and the world would know the power of the black dagger that turned into a Reich, everything it was a matter of making the right move and getting what you wanted from the start.


           I will kill them one by one... the black dagger must always be stained with blood to satisfy their hunger...


IT WAS MORE THAN THIRTY-SIX HOURS that Himmler did not sleep. Without wanting to, he began to see the ghosts of all the people he had already killed as in his nightmares, but four people in particular tormented him at that time.


           The four Rillencourts were together...


           –– Our Rico will stop you - said the four ghosts together with the same sadistic smile that he had given them at the end of their lives.


           –– Your freaks are gone.


           Suddenly, their bodies started to putrefy and were peeling off as the wind whistled over them.


           Himmler fell on his knees to the floor and started to cry, it had been a long time since he had known what that was, since Consuelo and his son.


           He started punching the floor in anger and stood up.


           –– You don't know anything... nothing... – he finally shouted, waking up from that trance.


           As much as he tried to sleep, his demons haunted him day and night, the same pleasure he felt in killing someone, the fear of meeting them in dreams came just as much.


           "I had already heard that when he killed someone, his spirits haunt him for all eternity, and since he had already killed a considerable number of people, so the saying was doing justice to him, because every night he was tormented by those lost souls. "


           He went back to sleep unconsciously.


HIMMLER WOKE UP when he rang the phone.


           He answered, it was Sebottendorff:


           –– What is it this time? – He said sharply.


           –– See if you stop bothering me, I don't have a minute to rest, if I have news I'll call you.


           Himmler hung up the phone without wanting to hear any more from his master.


           –– This guy only cares about pissing himself off, "he yelled to himself," and those damn demons that never go away, I must be going crazy.


           He took his medicine, lay down on the sofa and slept like he hadn't slept in years, unfortunately he dreamed of the eighteen-year-old night.


CHAPTER 20