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Hello, my pets.

Back for another round in the vault of sin.

As you can see, we've done a little redecorating here in the penthouse of

Opened things up a bit, gave it room to breathe.

I feel it really brings me closer to my clients.

For those of you who aren't familiar, I am the Lady Belladonna, top soul broker

of the abyss, and this is the abyss.

Another satisfied customer.

Excuse me one moment, pet.

Yes, Addie, what is it?

Who?

What does he want?

Tell him I'm otherwise occupied.

We'll tell him again.

I'm so sorry, pet. Where were we? Yes!

Yes! This will be perfect.

I'd like to throw him out to go, but otherwise, this.

The perfect location for my next masterpiece.

Plan 10 from our estate.

The Revenge of Vampyra.

Addy, what is all of this? I tried to dissuade him, mistress, but he pushed

right past me and... Interesting.

What is?

That face.

Those lips. What about them?

You are the ugliest woman I have ever laid eyes upon. Excuse me? Who

you? What was that?

Addie, focus.

Yes, mistress.

I want these idiots out of here now.

With pleasure, mistress.

You.

Me? You are exquisite. Of course I am. How would you like to be my next leading

lady? For what?

For what?

Only for the best film of my career.

I'll call it Suck You, Babe.

Suck You what?

Suck You, Babe.

I'm not married to it.

Uh, no thank you. I've got a job.

It isn't as a critic, is it?

I hate critics.

Failed artists and creative nitwits who use their mundane rancor to fill poison

pens with which to destroy the careers and lives of their fans. Yes, well

one thing we can agree on. Great! You'll be fabulous as the succubus with the

heart of gold who trained her horns for the love of a transvestite.

only to have him squash it into glitter slime with his six -inch stilettos. Oh,

write that down!

Yes, sir. You don't have a problem showing your tits, do you? I beg your

One thing I've learned in this industry, if it doesn't have tits, it doesn't

have legs.

Are you kidding?

That's not only offensive, it's the worst idea for a movie I've ever heard.

That's a staple of infernal films. Our tagline is, movies so bad, they're god

-awful. Well, that explains a lot. But I'm afraid you're going to have to

elsewhere for your masterpiece.

I've got neither the time nor the desire to be involved with trash cinema.

I don't understand.

Which part?

You're turning me down?

Surely it couldn't be the first time.

Who do you think you are? I.

And the Lady Belladonna, Perdition's Mistress of Iniquity, Top Soul Broker of

the Abyss, Keeper of Pandora's Box. And this is my domain. And I would

appreciate it if you would remove yourself before I turn you all into

feed you to the Balrog.

Oh, that's a bit cliche, don't you think?

You won't think so when all you're craving is lies.

How dare you! How like this?

Somehow,

I think I haven't heard the last of him.

I'm sorry, pet.

Shall we wash the bad taste out of our mouths with a thin mint, fresh from the

greatest collection ever assembled from Pandora's box?

Legacy. It's a very human desire.

You all want to be remembered for something that will make your family

But what about the birthrights that make you question the actions of your

ancestors? Not all bequeathals are noble.

Some are dark and sinister, propelled by anger and vengeance.

As in this generational bestiary we call... family tradition.

Look who's here.

Sorry, didn't know Meet and Mac were a special occasion.

They're not, Becca.

I mean, I'm glad you made it.

Me too.

So, what'd you two do in school today?

I played kickball with the boys.

Oh yeah, did they kick your butt?

No, I kicked the ball across second and I hit Max in the meds.

Crazy language.

What's his problem?

You know how he gets on the anniversary of your grandfather's death.

Yeah.

Does that mean he's going to get drunk in the shed instead of the house?

He just needs to be left alone.

What was Grandpa like?

He was weird.

He was dedicated.

To what?

To this place.

At least he left us something.

I can't do this anymore.

I can't stand the smell of your skin.

Your burning blood.

The sound of your screams.

It's the last time.

It's just enough.

I've suffered enough!

You won't survive this night.

No!

No!

You were torturing that man. No, Becca. You were killing him. I'm not a man.

It's not even human.

What are you talking about?

Look, Becca, there are a lot of things about this family you don't understand.

It wasn't supposed to happen until you were much older. You're crazy. I'm your

mom. Mom!

Honey.

Look, it all started with your grandpa.

He had two beautiful kids and a beautiful wife.

And a little bit of money, which is all you could ask for in those days.

Until two weeks after he opened the salvage yard.

He had gone out to get more firewood.

And he heard screaming coming from the house.

He dropped the wood and grabbed the axe and he came back to the house. And when

he got in that front door, he saw his son and his wife dead at the table.

Their throats had been swollen.

His daughter was in the arms of some man and he was biting deep into her neck.

He swung the axe and hit her straight in the back.

That man started moving.

He grabbed the axe and he was going to kill him.

In that moment, he realized what that creature was.

So he drug it out and chained it up in the shed.

He started torturing him.

You see, he realized that vampire needed blood to survive, blood to heal.

Every year on the anniversary of the Santa's death, he tortured him.

Eventually, he had another family.

When I was old enough,

He showed me the tradition.

And I've been carrying that tradition on year after year after year.

You're crazy.

What happened to Grandpa?

Look, we'll talk about it in the morning.

And I'll show you.

He's crazy.

He's not.

Trust me.

Just try to lay down and get some rest.

Is it locked up?

He's secure.

I left him out of his box so I could show her in the morning.

She's too young to find out like this.

Honey, she's old enough.

How old were you?

She was going to find out soon anyway.

Listen.

You knew this was going to happen.

She's stronger than you think.

She's dangerous.

It's dangerous.

It's not a man.

It is pure evil.

You know that, right?

It has to end.

Yeah, well, it can't end.

I have... Our family has a responsibility to ensure that it...

paid for what it's done.

It's tradition.

How it's always been.

Besides, I've done everything but chop its damn head off.

Oh, my God. Okay, okay.

Okay.

It's good.

Why did you kill my family?

Your family has been killing me for years.

At least I think it's a loose track of time in certain situations.

This should have ended with your grandfather.

You killed my sister.

You killed Grace.

Grace.

Those sweetest fruits are always eaten.

I don't think your father would mind him.

from me.

I know your blood too well.

I can smell it.

How does it feel to know your whole family died because of you?

They died because of you.

You killed them.

I don't believe in traditions.

I do love a strong female protagonist, don't you, pet?

Especially one that knows how to fire things up.

It's a shame she broke the chain.

Her family were such good customers down here in these things.

Hello, grandmistress.

Fan mail?

Not exactly, mistress.

None have ever treated me the way you did. Stop.

I'm enormously turned on. Stop. I must have you stop in my film. Stop.

Don't make me beg. Stop. Edward, a .k .a. Eddie, a .k .a. Ed.

He's got to be kidding. He is clearly demented, mistress.

Dispose of that.

As you wish, mistress.

I apologize yet again, but I think we're on a roll.

Let's see what my lovely box has next for us, shall we?

It's a very human conceit to get in touch with one's inner self.

As if by doing so, you silly humans can transcend the swamp that you all wallow

in. More power to you. But what you discover along the way may prove to be

intimidating. It should.

It's the kind of thing that leads straight to my door. Take, for instance,

step -by -step progress of one Mia Gonzalez as she explores the seven

Oh, my God, Lawrence.

We're not alone.

She's coming in.

She's really coming in. Calm down, you old coot. Even if she comes in, she's

going to open all seven doors.

And what time did you take your smart pill this morning?

Missed it again, eh?

May we help you, my dear?

I'm from corporate.

Let me in, please.

You really don't want to come in here, miss. Mrs.

Mrs. Mia Gonzalez from corporate.

I'm the human resources coordinator.

Now, are you sure?

I mean, are you absolutely positive you want to come in here?

Excuse me?

Start from the root.

Start at the crown.

Then go inside.

Let me in. Lauren.

She's a little testy. I think we have to let her in.

Fine.

What the hell?

This place is a dump.

Lawrence, I think she's talking about your half.

No, I like my half.

You don't know Ekru from Beige.

Ronald, it is pronounced Beige.

Ah, my dear, this way.

Well, you're here.

I'm sure you'll find everything in order.

What the hell is this?

What the hell is this?

This is our hotel.

Yeah. Call this a hotel?

Well, if you like this, wait till you see the room.

Yes, she does.

Yes, she does. Excuse me.

May I see a room, please?

Uh -huh.

See?

Really? As we enter the sacral, we connect with our ability to accept

new experiences.

This is your sense of abundance and well -being.

Pleasure and sexuality.

Hi, honey.

Sean! Is this turning you on?

What's happening?

What is this place?

Well, you're the one from corporate.

Are we done here yet? As we enter the solar plexus, we cherish our ability to

confident and in control of our lives. What's through the next door?

You see, she loves it.

Admire your self -worth.

Your self -confidence. Your self -esteem.

Breathe.

No!

Good.

Now we're done. We're done when she says she's done.

What's in the next door?

The fourth door is the door to your heart.

Your ability to love.

Your ability to have joy.

Why? Why are you doing this to me?

What on earth are you talking about?

Sweetheart, you're the one that came to us, remember?

Why are you doing this? Tell me the truth.

The truth?

Do you think we've been lying to you?

Who's lying to who?

Whom? The fifth door shows the truth.

The fifth door, show me.

Now we are in line with your throat.

Don't forget to breathe.

We're running out of time.

What would corporate think?

Oh, that's funny. I mean, that is funny.

We continue to the third eye.

Intuition, imagination,

wisdom.

You know, darling, there's only one way to get through the seventh door. You've

heard of the third eye, haven't you? The seventh is the crown.

It represents our ability to be fully spiritually connected.

Might feel a little pinch here.

You just traveled through your seven chakras.

Don't you feel better now?

Well, hello, Pets. Just checking my fan mail.

What did you think of young Mia's quest?

Has she found enlightenment?

Or simply become more aware of her human faults?

I suspect...

You humans are creatures of compulsion and degradation.

Harry! Yes, mistress?

What in the seven princes is this?

It appears to be a dick pic, mistress.

A what?

A photograph of a man's genitalia, mistress.

Apparently they're all the rage in the mortal realm.

But why would somebody send me something like this? Perhaps you should check to

see who sent it, mistress.

Allow me, mistress.

It appears that your culprit is the filmmaker, Ed Wood.

Dark Lord!

What is it going to take to convince him that I am not interested?

Perhaps drastic measures are in order, mistress?

Such as?

Have him drawn and quartered? Oh, or better yet, vivisected.

I do so enjoy a good vivisection.

That seems a little extreme, doesn't it, Pat?

Extreme, mistress?

Is that a bad thing?

Well, ordinarily not, Pat.

But all this mortal is guilty of is infatuation.

And who could really blame him? Well, that and a vulgar lack of taste.

So, no vivisection, mistress?

Not today, pet.

Now, file this incriminating photo away in my future blackmail folder.

As you wish, mistress.

It's so hard to be a successful businesswoman and demand the respect

idolization of a goddess.

Are you ready for another dip into Pandora's box, pet? I am.

There's something about the dark arts that makes me shiver with excitement.

The casting of...

Spells and curses. Is an enterprise as old as time?

It's not for everyone, obviously.

But there are those of you who insist on taking the chance.

I gained so many souls this way, it's almost too easy.

Especially when you don't have the proper exit strategy.

What brings you here?

I want to put a hex on someone.

Do you know what you are doing?

Yes, of course, my heart can beat.

If you mess up, it's on you.

Can you just hand me the phone?

And I can see you are going to need this.

Corruptions? Right.

Right.

And this.

What is that?

Dirt from the cemetery.

Right. And one more thing.

Yeah? What is it? Paper.

Or plastic.

Oh, oh, it's a circle.

Eh, close enough.

The next is DNA.

Case of emergency.

Eh, we'll use that later.

Eh,

it's good DNA.

Short and sweet, huh, pet?

It just goes to show it pays to follow directions.

But it's not like he had a chance in hell of avoiding a place in my

Delicious entertainment, if I do say so myself.

What? How did you get in here?

Where there's a will, there's always a way. And I have a very strong will.

You've got nerve. That's what you've got.

Eh, potato, potato.

What are these?

Black. Roses.

Very rare.

They look like pink roses that have been spray painted black. Let's not get all

nitpicky now.

Get out. But dear lady.

Don't dear lady me. You've been warned. Yes, yes. Toads, Balrog, I remember. But

I also feel that we got on to a bit of a bad stuff. Bad?

Toothpaste are bad.

Crafts are bad.

Paper cuts are bad.

Dick in the eye.

You are an unwanted chainsaw to the cross.

You are an unwanted vivisection without anesthesia.

That's very descriptive. You're the most annoying mortal I have ever met.

But easily the most gallant. You are going to be the swattiest, tastiest,

greenest if you don't get out of my conservatory.

Just hear me out. You are magnificent.

fiery, spirited, and delightfully put together. I want only to worship you.

Worship? Now we're talking.

I see your face on the big screen, larger than life.

You'll be the next hasty corpse.

Who?

Never mind.

You'll be a sensation.

Your name will be on the lips of every man and beast from here to Gamora. I

have... Already told you, I am not interested in appearing in your sleazy

grindhouse burlesque. Oh, we've moved beyond that.

I don't just want you in my next film. I want my next film to be about you.

About me?

The Lady Belladonna Dory.

Tell me more.

We'll name it God.

Glory. And role collecting.

Too sensational.

Maybe.

How about Hell in High?

Heels. Too smart.

Sold, sister.

Eh.

The lady is a succubus. Please.

The head bitch in charge.

Ooh, I like that one. The head bitch in charge.

How did you get in here again?

Personal invitation?

I think not, but I will enjoy tossing you out into the silver pit again. No, I

just got that bell out.

Not entirely.

Now, calm down, Addie. Mr. Wood was explaining a film opportunity to me.

A what?

A movie. I know what film is, Doom Cop.

With what opportunity are you bothering my mistress?

With the grandest, most spectacular motion picture of all time.

Carvel, hasn't that already been done? A few too many times.

Oh, no, no, no.

Don't be so small -minded, my little strudel. I am nobody's strudel. Uh -huh.

Except yours, mistress, of course.

That's better, Addie. Now calm down.

I want to hear more.

We'll get only the biggest stars to appear in it.

Lionel, Barrymore, Hump, Bogart, Jane, Digg. Brad Pitt.

Hey, he's not dead yet.

I can have that arranged.

I'd better come.

Whomever you wish, m 'lady.

Inferno Films and its creative team are at your disposal.

Of course they are, silly.

You're nothing more than a maggot in the spasming intestines of a dying slug.

Do slugs have intestines?

Stay tuned now if you know what's good for you.

Ah, yes, of course.

I am your humble maggot, m 'lady.

And? And I will...

write a role for Brad Pitt?

What kind of role?

A romantic lead?

Perfect! I'll do it.

You won't be sorry, dear lady.

I'd better not be.

No, no, of course not. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must get started. A brain

like mine cannot sit idle for long.

I am on fire!

That, too, can be arranged.

What's that?

You are so sure of yourself.

Oh, I...

My biggest fan.

Then why don't you make like one? And blue?

Very good.

Oh, yeah, I see what you did there.

Whitty, just a touch of sarcasm.

I've been known to pack quite a punch, too.

That was your cue.

Ah, yes.

Don't bother showing me out.

It's no bother, really.

Can you believe it? Pat, I'm going to star in a major motion film about...

No, really, in order to accommodate millions of years' worth of adventure

mayhem, I beside myself with excitement.

What will I wear?

There'll be costumers for that, of course.

Maybe I'm getting a little ahead of myself.

I need something to bring me down a bit.

We're not big fans of light down here in the abyss. There's something menacing

about it.

Light wipes away all details, flattens perspective, wipes away

personality.

Don't believe me? Focus your attention on the spotlight feature we have next

you, a fulgent little element aptly titled light.

You said you would be home by 6.

It's already 8.

I'm sorry, hon.

There's a lot of new information being released by NASA, and we wanted this

latest upload to be as fresh as possible.

Yeah, but... It's only going to be your birthday for four more hours, and I

already had it canceled within a generation.

This is really good stuff, I promise.

If you get a chance, check it out. I'm pretty proud of this upload.

We're hoping this latest segment will get...

And I'm sure it will, sweetheart.

You know I'm a fan. I never miss the opportunity to watch my sexy star man on

laptop. Sexy, huh? You think so?

The sexiest internet nerd on the planet.

Oh, and guess what?

What?

I'm baking that sexy internet nerd a cake. Your what?

Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure.

Silly, I'm mixing it right now.

Red velvet?

Honey, that's a very difficult recipe.

Are you sure?

I'd be perfectly happy with a... It's just a cake, Matt.

It'll be fine.

I'm sure it will.

Just don't make too much of a mess. You know how I am about my kitchen.

Don't worry. I've got it all under control.

The kitchen will be spotless by the time you get back, and you won't even know I

used it.

Soon, I hope.

The traffic in El Paso is unbelievable.

I swear, every highway in this city is under construction.

I'm taking Trans Mountain. I should be home within the hour.

Okay, well, everything will be back in its place by the time you get home, and

we can have red velvet cake and wine in bed.

Sexy, huh?

Very. What'll we have for dessert?

Well, it's your birthday, so you decide.

Hmm.

Do we have any of that whipped cream and ganache?

We do?

Why?

I think Sunday sounds delicious.

You know what? I think we'll even have a little left over for a banana split.

Hey, listen, hon.

Something's going on up ahead.

Damn it. I thought I'd avoided all the construction in the area.

I gotta go.

I'll do my best to be home within the hour.

Construction will fling. Okay, be safe.

I want you home in one piece, okay?

I love you.

Matt?

Matt?

Hey you guys, welcome back to Cosmic Vibe. I'm your host, the Starman, with

very exciting news.

NASA scientists have reported a series of strange, high -powered

signals coming from the star system Proxima Centauri. Radio telescopes from

to Norway have been tracking the signals, which seem to also be causing

aurora -like light that can be seen as far south as Mexico.

The VLA has also reported intensely high levels of interference since the pulses

were detected.

Are these incidents connected?

Some officials are postulating that the rhythmic pulses are definitely linked to

the phenomenon.

Steady scientists are suggesting that this bombardment might actually be some

form of extraterrestrial communication.

But here's the cool part. It's communication like we've never

before. Why?

Because it means we like things.

Now, we don't know for sure, but it might be a little early to start

out the Welcome to Earth sign.

A high -level NASA spokesperson has issued a statement claiming, there are

things we do not yet understand about the electromagnetic pulses, which may or

may not account for the aurora effects being seen in the night sky.

They're also exhibiting signs of repetition and pattern, which we are

hard to decipher.

However, to jump to the conclusion that this is a sign of extraterrestrial life

is premature at best.

The SETI Institute has announced they will continue analysis of these signals,

recording and studying them and matching reasons.

Until more news surfaces, we'll keep our eyes on the skies so you don't have to.

Subscribe to this channel to get the latest updates as they develop. Until

time, Starman out.

That's out of me.

I'm sorry.

You're also late.

You know, just because it's your birthday doesn't mean I'm not totally

with you.

Oh, to hell with it. We still have another hour left. Might as well make

best of it.

What happened to your eyes?

What the fuck do you think you're doing?

Come on, come on, come on.

God, are you fucking kidding me?!

Matt?!

No,

no, no, no, no, no, no!

Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't,

don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't,

don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't,

don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't,

don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't,

don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't Don't freak

There has to be a logical explanation for this.

It better not be a practical joke or someone is

going to be so dead.

Well, hello, Pence.

Just going over the script for my new film.

I'm not sure, but I think a chimpanzee wrote it.

Nothing a little doctor can't fix. Or gratuitous nudity. That'll do the trick.

What's this?

More from the schlock, my dear mistress.

Rewrite? Nein, mistress, not this time.

This a contract.

Contract?

He wishes you to go over them in your capacity as executive producer.

That sounds very official, doesn't it?

Oh, all right. Put them there.

I'll get to them eventually.

Are you sure about this, mistress?

Sure about what? I do not trust this Ed Wood.

But I thought you liked the cinema. Wasn't it one of your key methods of

spreading propaganda while you were still relevant?

I know a thing or two about the medium.

If I may be so bold, he strikes me as an imbecile and a con man.

Are you sure it's not a case of sour grapes, Peg?

Sour grapes?

Because he cast me in the film and not you. I have no interest in appearing in

his idiotic film.

Careful, Peg!

This idiotic film is my life story.

It's not this story I take issue with, mistress, but the man behind the camera.

Unter a better director, I believe this film could be a masterpiece.

Yes, well, he's the only director we've got, Addie. I'm sure everything will be

fine. As you wish, mistress.

It's going to take me a while to go through all of those. Make sure I'm

undisturbed. Of course, mistress.

Well, Pets, it looks like I'm going to be busy for a while, so why don't I set

you up with another story?

Dante Alighieri is no doubt known to most of you. He wrote an

overwrought, pernicious series of travel guides to the Inferno Purgatory and the

other places.

Consider this the continuing adventure of that presumptuous little worm as he

experiences the seven deadly sins, as dished out by a colleague of mine,

titled quite aptly, The Inferno.

Dante Alighieri.

What to do with this one?

So many exquisite realms to choose from.

The Circle of Wrath would be a capital choice.

To decay perpetually by the incineration of his own rage.

He's still bent out of shape about almost killing that Vince fella.

No!

I have seen the depths of the vile, rainless corners of his mind. Even the

greatest suffering might not yet be sufficient.

Dante is not an evil man.

Ah, Beatrice.

So lovely to see you.

So, you found out your beloved Dante is falling into our inferno, did you?

I had wanted so long to make this... Son, have you felt the ore?

Dante is almost as repugnant as you are.

Impregnating your bodies with pills and spirits to dim the sting of light.

How could you love such a protect... Now, now.

Let her give Beatrice a chance to speak.

She has come all the way from the First Circle.

I sent a wager to be made.

Yes.

She does have something delicious to offer us.

Beatrice? Let Dante pass.

He tried relentlessly to save you, and you still took your own life.

You... You worthless piece of shit.

Think that you can bargain?

You pathetic little... I was sick.

Dante couldn't help me.

You expect us to let him go because of your guilt?

And the anguish you put upon him?

You truly are a fool, Beatrice.

It is my job to ensure the greatest suffering on every lowly, writhing soul

passes through here.

I

know

you think I have nothing to offer.

But I have something to... I think even you can't...

You will have a goal, whether it be Dante's or mine.

Why, Beatrice, you have my intrigue. Are you proposing what I think you are?

Yes, she is, but it cannot be that simple.

Her penance is merely paid.

She's suggesting an extension, an eternal.

extension how interesting no we do not simply let twisted souls pass through

the inferno based on the ancient regrets of one self -loathing soul

You are quite inclined to take your offer.

Yes, if he's decided.

No!

Don't he may pass, but only if he can deny the temptations in each of the

which he is wicked.

And he only has until dawn.

My name is Dante Alighieri.

Through trials of tragedy, addiction, and love, I learned the power of the

choices we make and the preciousness of life.

It did not to be taken for granted.

I got a second chance.

My wife was very sick and had been for a while.

Since the loss of her mother and little brother in a heinous car accident.

She had lost her will to live.

I tried to help her.

I did everything I could.

But there was nothing I could do.

I felt completely helpless.

And when she died,

my

will to live went with her.

Death wasn't my intention.

I was running from the pain.

The guilt consumed me.

I tried to think my way out of her death, but I took too much.

I've done it.

Cool.

Do you know why you're here?

To abandon all hope?

Stepping through that first door,

I came upon a defiled home.

There was a woman sitting there, flipping herself a hit.

My desire was burning more than ever before.

I was drawn in.

She extended her hand.

Like the next hit was mine.

Tied off and loaded.

I heard Beatrice's voice.

Dante.

No,

I'm dreaming.

I'm dreaming.

I'm dreaming.

I'm dreaming. Oh, this is no mirage.

This is my craft.

Beyond the second door was a man violently gorging on grief -saturated

I felt my stomach drain and pains of neglected appetite stab my gut.

My mouth drowned in saliva.

My quivering hand outstretched for the food. The fresh steam kissing my

fingertips.

These trials are made to tell the truth and truth of your will.

All the way.

It became increasingly apparent this was no hallucination, nor a vision quest.

I knew somehow Beatrice was real.

A heavy presence loomed and pressed along my spine, yet her spirit left

I can't feel you, Beatrice.

Pass through each door and you will find me in the eighth.

The third

door.

A beautiful woman stood swaying.

Surgical lines following the curve of her face.

Delicate hands.

Gleaming blade.

And a dance -like tree along the line.

A desire birthed inside me, swelling with fury.

Not for her, but for the blade.

Without a doubt, Beatrice was there with me.

Finding her, I was certain I'd find answers.

But the demon's face flits across my mind's eye, blinding me like a camera's

flash.

Beatrice!

Dante.

How do I know your presence isn't some puppeting lure?

Trust your heart.

For what?

Where am I?

Pushing through the fourth door, the first thing I saw was a trio of

blushing waters satisfying their thirst.

A loss stronger than I've ever felt rushed through my veins.

I dropped to my knees to indulge.

Don't fall for the allure of this sin.

Her voice broke the glistening trap.

The suffering.

not what you can see.

Why am I here?

How are you?

I'm just killing it.

Hell is exactly where we are.

And I am the devil.

As I pushed through the threshold of the fifth room, I encountered three men

playing poker.

The winning hand thrown, the pile of drugs, gold, and money at the

table like a horde of magnetizing treachery.

His cheat scheme revealed.

Then in an instant, a shot fired.

A dead body at my feet.

My only thought was that my purpose was to replace him at this game.

Beatrice!

I need to know what this place is.

And you, why are you here?

What have we done to deserve this?

You took our lives for granted.

You lost sight of ourselves.

I know it's my fault. You need to know.

Dante, listen.

You haven't taken your last breath yet.

You still have time to get out.

Maybe we both can make it out.

I entered the sixth room and instantly was filled with uncontainable rage.

I never killed a man before, but the desire to kill him was driving me

This isn't you.

All I wanted was to pull the trigger.

I would never turn into a man.

Tell me.

Beatrice is so beautiful.

She's back.

I loved her. I didn't want her to die.

But she did die, Dante.

Yet you didn't love her enough.

Shut up!

I know she died because I didn't give her up, okay?

I know.

I know.

You're here.

I can tell you.

I'm sorry I didn't do enough to save you. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

It was my job to save myself.

I chose my path.

But you?

This has an end to this.

It's over.

As I entered the seventh room, I found a well -formed but bizarre woman

torturing a housewife with an experience of terror.

I almost made it seem romantic.

I was drawn to the husband.

Even through his desperate pleas, I was filled with jealousy for this man.

Every fiber in my body yearned to rip off his face.

It would have looked better on me anyway.

You have to go, Dante.

The sun is rising.

You'll make it before the sun rises. You're going to run out of time.

It's almost over.

Dante, I'm in the eighth room.

Find me.

Hurry, Dante.

Dante, please hurry.

Please.

Go. If you make it through before sunrise you'll live.

She has sacrificed the eternity of her soul for me, a sacrifice I in no way

deserving of.

This life is a beautiful gift.

We all have our weaknesses, trials that we face, demons that haunt us in our

dreams, but we cannot give up the fight no matter what, because we're not

guaranteed another day to live right.

I do so love an unhappy ending, don't you, Pat?

It just makes my job so much more fulfilling.

Miss Pat, you have visitors.

Oh? The film marker has returned. Shall I show him in?

Well, it's about time. Show him in. Show him in.

I wonder who he'll get to play the big guy.

Somebody large in life, I think.

Charlton Heston or Sir Lawrence Olivier.

There's so many to choose from.

Ah, my lady, you.

You are a vision. And you are a flatterer.

Guilty, I'm afraid.

This is why women adore me.

I'm no mere woman.

Of course not, dear lady. I would never presume.

Well, good.

Let's talk about casting. What do you think about... Pardon me, dear, but

already cast the film. And, as a matter of fact, we've already begun principal

photography. You've already begun?

How is that possible?

I am a professional, my dear.

Time is money, and I am an expert at making the most of both.

Yes, but shouldn't the star of the film be informed when the filming has begun?

She was, and she did a splendid job. Your favor and influence are being very

well spent. I thought I used to be the star of this film. The star?

No, no, no.

Have I had a professional to play you? No, this project is far too important to

leave to a novice.

A novice?

Oh, dear.

Let me introduce you to the star of the head bitch in charge.

This is Xanthina. She's playing you in the biopic.

This tiny thing? She can't possibly embody all the power and grace of the

Lady Belladonna.

That may be true, but Xanthina isn't reluctant to show her tits. Why, dear?

Why would I want to hide these?

Why, indeed.

I must admit they are magnificent.

What did you say?

Nothing, mistress. I meant nobody could portray your magnificence except you.

Exactly. That's show business, babe.

Babe? Did he just call me babe?

I believe he did, mistress.

Don't you worry your pretty little head, precious.

Zantino will make your ethereal magnificence pale by comparison to her

star power.

Won't you, dear? I get to make out with Brad Pitt.

Yes, you do, my lovely.

I have had just about enough of this.

Addy, explain it to him.

With pleasure, mistress.

The game is over. You are fired. Excuse me?

Did he stutter? No movie, no film. I revoke my approval.

But you can't be serious. We have a contract.

Sunny, I know more about contracts than you or any damned soul ever will. You're

on my turf. I make the rules. I say there'll be no movie. Addie, the

I believe your people would refer to that as development hit. But, but...

that mean I don't get to make out with Brad Pitt? There is a consolation prize,

pet. You'll be feeding something.

From the pit.

What does he mean?

Gather them up, Addie. I believe it's feeding time.

Hungry, my pet?

Of course you are.

Throw them in.

Well, that takes care of that unpleasantness.

Everybody's a critic, huh, pet?

No truer words have ever been spoken, pet.

And so ends another journey into the labyrinthine depths of sin. I do hope

you've enjoyed the time we've spent together.

And until next time, this is Lady Belladonna signing off.

Carpe Animus.

Our family has a responsibility to ensure that it pays for what it's done.

What the hell is this?

What the hell is this?

This is our hotel.

I want to put a hex on someone.

Do you know what you are doing?

Yes, of course, so hard to me.

But here's the cool part. It's communication like we've never

before. Why?

Because.