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It was time to separate, when they reached the gulf. Kristen called for Thorleif and Harald for a final talk. He had a confession to make, he said. This was seemingly hard for him. Remember the letter you sent to the Vatican? Yes of cause I remember that. It was the most important letter I have ever written, Harald answered. Kristen bit his lip and said; it did not go all the way. Harald frowned: What? Kristen explained; you must understand that it is a great organization, with many people of many fractions involved. There are procedures for efficiency and security reasons. You just don’t mail to the Pontifex like any other person. It is an organization that takes care of everything and do not bother the Pontifex with trivial issues. Anyway, your letter was opened as a normal routine, but it was acted on before it reached its destination. Such decisions are not taken by the Pontifex personally. There are several reasons for that. But the point is that the letter was acted upon in a proper way. He waited a while before saying; blame me, if blaming anyone. And may God have mercy on my soul. Then he turned and jumped into his own boat. They divided; Kristen and his teams sailed southwards to the Mayan shore. Harald was left behind feeling betrayed like in Trondheim. He could be blamed for this just like Kristen will. Who is really behind all this? Harald figured he probably never would get to know, for there sailed the answer to his personal genocide. Harald interrupted his own speculations and ordered; let’s sail west.

Kristen was thinking through the happening once more, just to convince himself that he was doing the right thing. He was skeptical to be handed the demon over by some Skrallings in the north of Norway. However, he was convinced that these deliveries were of true angelic kind. The detailed knowledge of the angels of revenge was so accurate that there was no doubt about it. The four angels of doomsday were riding, and they were going to fight this demon as well as its possessed pagans. There was no doubt any more for Kristen, this was one of the angels doing God’s deed. Kristen was merely the right hand that executed the order, to put humanity closer to God.

Six people jumped into the boat and rowed to the nearest town when Kristen reached the coast. Four people went in to the town and acted generous and social. The next day they walked to the nearby city. Meanwhile the two other persons had rowed the boat back to the ship. Then they sailed away to the next port for the next town. In five days they had reach around the Mayan peninsula. The tenth and last upload was about to be done. There was no regret or fear in Kristen’s mind, when he let himself be possessed. All he needed was to embrace the body inside the cloak and give the poor person a kiss of mercy. They rowed into the shore and let the ships drift to the sea. Once in town, they exchange some coins for food. They even paid for the natives and shared their food and drinks willingly. The next day, they went for a long walk toward the city Uaxactún. They got there from the river, which was the path to several other cities.

They repeated the ceremonies for each city they visited. The Asirs and the Cherokees did not mind buying prostitutes. They were social and generous in all physical ways. But they stayed away from the authorities, because they did not want to be questioned or locked up. They knew that the demon would get their leaders in the end anyway. On the eight day one of the men was getting weak. He could not go along anymore. He had developed fever, got headaches and muscle aches. He lost his appetite and felt dried up. Kristen knew exactly what was waiting for him. He did not want him to suffer and he did not want the Mayans to be alarmed. Kristen went over to him and put a cloth in his mouth, and held him hard until all life-force vanished. You have done well, he said. May God have mercy on your soul, was the last words the carrier heard before resting in peace.

This was an early incidence. Kristen himself did not feel unwell yet. He had left the city Uaxactún and entered the city Tikal. He was fascinated by all the advanced culture the Mayans exposed. They were certainly into astronomy, mathematics, calendar making, hieroglyphic writing, as well as arts of monumental architecture. He enjoyed studying the beautiful traditions of sculpture, relief carving, architectural works, and stone inscriptions. He was sorry for himself the day the fever came. There was so much to enjoy here. He wanted to last as long as possible. But when the Mayans understood that this was not and ordinary fever, they took him out of the city and killed him.

In two weeks, the incubation period for the plague was over for many of the Mayans too. In the following days, they passed through the stages of getting small papules that grew to fluid filled vesicle. Their relatives, that nursed them, were infected and became carriers themselves without knowing it. Soon the panic amongst the Mayans spread like wildfire. The authorities did not know what to do, except for killing all suspicious persons. Kristen’s men were executed and burned the first day. Even infected royalties and priest were executed. Meanwhile, the plague spread out with the human Trojan Horses through the whole empire within a month. The demon took the empire with it in its fall to Hell.

However, 50 percent of the Mayan were immune and did not die by the plague. Most killed each other due to the paranoiac panic that followed.