The Inquisition

Across the sea, at the mouth of Lake Maracaibo, the citadel towers over the nearby jungle like a mass of razor sharp coral protruding at high tide. Here the inqvisition weaves its devious web. Their nest: the endless dungeons sunken deep beneath the city. Their prey: countless heretics forced into endless repentance. Sailors flee from the cries of the banshee that haunts these waters... but it is only the screams of the damned, and nothing more.