Carmela had never witnessed a sight so gruesome in her life, yet her heart was numb to the pleas of the boy. She didn't feel pity for the child that was killed in front of her, as she believed she was doing what was absolutely right for her and her people. In matters like this, sacrifices have to be made, and she has chosen to sell her last bit of sanity to the devil.
Reminding herself of these words to avoid accepting the feeling that ate at her conscience, the doors to her heart closed. The lifeless body of the boy had been taken away from her sight, and soon, her grotesque minions approached her with the goblet in its hand. The boy's blood was heavily mixed with the concoction in her goblet, and when her minion politely stretched it forth for her to take, she received it.