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Brother Jan, my little monk, hiding behind your piety still.

You have been judged, Countess.

They find you guilty.

They say you show no signs of remorse or guilt.

They've made no plea for forgiveness.

I've come to hear your repentance.

Repent?

Ask forgiveness from those small men?

I spit on them and you.

A judgment made by the court of fools means nothing to me.

Frightened mice.

They could only make their pronouncements in absentia.

One look into their eyes.

Then let God be your judge.

Ask for his forgiveness at least.

I ask forgiveness from no one.

Let alone your God.

Your God of whining.

At least give me a god I can believe in. A god of thunder.

A god of bloody retribution and revenge.

A god fit for a member of the royal house of Hungary.

We are all equal in the eyes of God.

We all share in his light.

My god is the god of flies.

The god of darkness.

Let him be my judge. I will have no other.

You still feel nothing for your transgressions.

No anguish at the pain you've caused.

Or the innocent souls you've destroyed.

I feel only boredom at your pratt.

Go away, good brother. Leave me to dream.

And what will you dream of, Countess?

Black-winged angels?

Your cemetery revels?

The undead?

Pain. Revenge.

Revenge. And how can you exact revenge when no wrong has been done to you? Only

justice.

Revenge on my enemies.

And who might those enemies be?

The servant girls you played a lot, perhaps?

Or the maidens you stole away from their homes, turned away from God, and killed?

Or me?

You were never an enemy, my monk.

An idle fancy, perhaps.

A toy, a game, but not my enemy.

Then who?

The abbot.

of your order and my dear cousin.

His Lordship.

He is a man of God.

A God who was nailed to a tree trunk for his purity and crowned with thorns for

his goodness.

A fit God for my sweet cousin and weaklings like you, I suppose.

He is only your enemy because he is the architect of your demise.

And yours.

He tricked you to come here to fight my God and my eternal life.

I came here out of my own free will.

And as for your eternal life, it will be the test of life which will destroy you.

The vergers are digging through to wash you.

Not in blood this time, but in the light of the eternal sun.

Your acolytes will not be able to save you now.

There's an angry mob of villagers to deal with them.

My guards are women, but I taught them to fight like men.

Cool, Lord Dolan. Before they get through, I will have the covenant with

my lord.

There's only one thing missing to this triangle.

I will give him three angels, yet unborn, and he will give me eternal

life.

Take your dark angels and go back to the past where you came from.

Go back!

the future for them.

Hear me into the future!

Wow.

Look at that.

Oh,

there's the gate.

You go first.

There is nobody here.

Come on, it's okay.

We'll need to find some booze.

I have some.

Isn't it beautiful?

Pretty, but they do it.

We better get going.

The new teacher is coming in the morning to check if we've done the work.

Let's get our stuff.

Let's go.

Come on.

Over here.

You're supposed to try and photograph the ghosts, not us.

Not ghosts.

Vampires. And they don't come out during the day.

Let's see.

There's one.

And now you two.

This way.

This is the place where she cut the girl.

It was her servant, Clara, who cut them.

She is ready to feed your hunger and mine.

Purchased from the village only yesterday.

You know what to do.

Yes.

He's strong.

It is done.

Prepare the second one for tomorrow night.

Then let's begin.

I think we have enough to write the paper.

I don't think so. We'll still need to find the book she used to do her magic

with.

You know where the library is.

Go look it up. I want to do my nails.

She didn't keep it in the library, and your nails can wait. Do you want to

flunk the midterm or what?

Come on, both of you. Let's at least find the place where they kept the

girls.

Pass it here.

I'm so hungry. Give me some.

Don't take it all.

Here, here, here, here.

I'm so hungry. I need some.

Pass it here.

I had so much already.

Over here.

Here, here.

Hey, come on, pass it.

Come to me.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Laura is so dedicated.

So am I, but my nails are ruined.

How was it?

Creepy.

It's really scary down there.

You little munchkin.

Wait, I'll catch you.

What? You think me?

Come on, Mary.

Let's go. We need to have an early night.

And Laura, you should start writing the paper.

You'll see.

you

Ennominate Yauli in the name of the devil.

The medium comes today at nomine diavolo.

Now look who is the chicken.

Look me.

We are lost.

No, we are not. We are just looking around.

I'm scared.

Don't be a chicken.

I'm scared.

Me too.

I hear voices.

Me too.

Did you hear that?

Yes.

Perry?

Elena?

Looks like old clothes.

All part of them, and they don't look rotten.

What a wretched group.

Is this all you could find?

Yes. Then you ran away.

Because you let them run away. And because you insist on these slugs to

capture the women.

Look at them.

Would you be frightened?

Not only do I have to look at them, but I have to protect their chastity from

them.

They are all maidens, I presume?

Yes, ma'am.

And my special ones?

Which ones are my angels?

One more word from you, girl, and they'll have you.

Instead of becoming my companion through life and...

The bride of my lord.

And? May I speak?

Yes, you may.

We should not be here. We came here for... For me?

And my eternal life.

You are special to me.

Not like those other girls.

They are only here to keep me happy and healthy, but you... You are

here for a noble cause.

Don't you dare touch me again!

Secure her chastity and put her in with the feeders.

Let's see if she comes around in a day or two.

And the third?

She'll be here very soon.

Her.

Get her ready for the ceremony.

Before the strength of the devil becomes greater than of God,

the chosen ones must be enticed to the spot where the maiden's blood was

spilled and anointed by the incubus.

Then, the dark lord must hear these incantations.

Only then the time is transcended

and the chosen ones can be joined with him and accepted by him.

Should the incantation be read in reverse while sprinkled by holy water,

The Chosen Ones will escape him and will not be joined with him.

In nomine Diavoli.

You can't hide from me, Wedge.

Come out and I'll be nice to you.

Come out. I'll be nice to you. Stop.

out and show me your treasures i'm tired

of this game

you'll

be sorry wedge

You come along with me.

She was no big.

No, I was not.

I got lost coming back from my chores.

I do not know you what chores.

I am a seamstress. Not anymore.

I'll finish here, and you two go feed, clean, and bleed the feeder.

The countess needs her nourishment before sunrise.

Let's go. I will show you what to do.

we bleed them.

Get me the sticks.

Hold her.

I can't.

Don't worry. She will not die.

They only die if the contest does it herself or if Clara

gets mad.

Take this one to the spring and wash hair.

Come, I will feed you now.

We must run.

Not without Mary.

We must hide them.

You saw her?

Being scraped like a piglet.

Some insane woman wanted her for some ceremony.

This cannot be real.

This feels like some sort of cult.

It's real, and this is no cult. We are not in our times.

We must get back to the same place and find the way how to get back.

But how?

We must find the book.

What book?

A manual how to turn people into witches and vampires and how to travel in time.

Must wait till the night.

Guards!

It was all in that book.

Holy water and all.

Okay, okay.

Let me think.

So, if we find the book in the past, get some holy water, and we get to

the same spot with it, that will get us back?

Yeah.

You must stay hidden until morning.

Then you'll go to look for the book.

There must be a library in the castle somewhere.

Vampires sleep during the day.

And I'll wait till tomorrow.

There must be a church here somewhere.

Wearing this?

Don't worry.

Nobody will see me.

Feel it well.

I have enough trouble with the abbot and the villagers.

I need all my strength for tonight's ceremony.

Then let me dream.

Can I dream with you?

Not today.

But my angels have arrived.

I don't need the feeders anymore.

You can have them.

No, please let me go.

Unshackle him.

Do not pay much attention to those. Just trying to find out more about the

sorcery of one of my cousins.

Pastor Yan, the man who preached heresy to his flock.

I preach no heresy, Lord Abbott.

Only Holy Scripture.

The heresy was not in the Scripture, Pastor, but in your interpretation of

it.

But that is of no importance now.

Well, it is of importance to me, Lord Abbott, for it is I who am sentenced to

death.

And I won't recant.

Nor would I ask you to.

I only ask that you do me a simple task and a favor to your king.

Favors have meaning for the living, Lord Abbott.

Not for a heretic sentenced to die.

It was I who sentenced you, pastor.

And I can pardon you as well.

What kind of favor can a simple preacher do for a man such as yourself?

Join our order.

and preach to a certain parish.

A parish of my own?

Yes. In the provinces, an old man has died, and his little flock is sorely in

need of spiritual guidance, I'm afraid.

Not to mention someone to bury their dead for them.

So I will do what you ask, my lord, as always.

But there must be more to this task than meets the eye.

I may be deemed a heretic, but I'm no fool.

There is something more.

I thought as much.

This parish lies on lands owned by my cousin, the Countess Elizabeth, a member

of the Royal House of Hungary.

The witch, who drinks the blood of virgins and flies on the wings of

blackened angels.

Careful, lest you compound heresy with something even worse.

Witch or warlock.

The Countess is a member of the Royal House.

There are tales of her transgressions, my lord.

Murder, torture, blasphemy, even cavorting with the undead.

I don't expect you to save her soul, Pastor Yan, for she had none.

Now, the penance she must pay will cost her far more than simple confession.

or conversion to the church.

Penance, my lord?

She is evil, my brother, beyond anything you have ever known.

The tales you have heard are nothing more than half-truths.

What she does and what she is lies far beyond mere imagination.

What is it that you're saying, Lord Abbott?

An evil such as hers must be rooted out and destroyed, but not by sword or

fire alone.

She is certainly one of the undead.

Her heart must be torn out and burnt.

You deem me heretic, my lord.

But I'll be no man's assassin, if that's what you're asking.

Death will be her only redemption, Master Yan.

And in turn, her real death will be your salvation.

I will not kill.

Go.

Take up the parish.

And one of you will certainly die.

I can assure you of that.

You will see I have not deceived you.

The Countess has overstepped all boundaries.

She has defamed her God and defied the very King himself.

You brought the devil into our midst.

Should you not try reasoning with her?

Go, brother, I said.

I need to gather more evidence from her two acolytes.

And anyway, she's too far gone to be aided by my delicate pets.

Is she ready for me?

Yes Then let's begin

My angels of darkness, let this sacrifice be my first step into eternal

life. My God, the God of darkness and the netherworld,

accept this maiden into your midst, who comes from

times beyond, and send away the bad portents that surround me and my flock.

Please, Lord, put a spell on mine enemies.

Those enemies who want to destroy you and place their god, the god of thorns

and tears, on your throne in your dead.

Extinguish this light, the light of this mortal soul.

and by such sign accept her as an offering for my immortal life.

Make me strong.

Receive my blood and live the life eternal.

Give me life.

Feed your thirst, my dear girl.

Be strong and become immortal.

Thank you, my dark lord.

I will take this, the extension of your being, and join you with this

maiden in wedlock.

This union will last forever.

It is done.

Prepare the second one for tomorrow night.

She has escaped, my lady.

Escaped?

You wish for my demise.

You wish to steal my eternal life.

I should feed you to my dog.

I should cut you up in little pieces and have worms and maggots feast upon you.

I will flail you alive.

And you wanted to become one of us.

Never! You are and will remain nothing but my messenger

of death and the vessel of my measure!

Wait for me.

Get my guard!

And my hounds.

We will find her.

There's no need to be frightened.

This is a church?

No, this is my abode, but which belongs to a church.

Please. You must have hurt yourself in the thorns and bushes.

Let me help you.

You must hide me.

Sanctuary.

I beg you.

Please, hide me. From what do you run from?

Oh, God, please.

Hide me.

Of course.

Of course I'll hide you.

Please. Please, this way.

I want the girl.

Pardon me, madam.

What girl do you mean?

The conniving slut.

Give her to me, priest.

I'm no priest, madam.

And I am no madam, priest.

Countess Elizabeth and this abode and the church are mine.

I beg your pardon, Your Highness, but this abode and the church belong to God.

Then God can pay to clean it and your wages.

This land and everything on it belongs to me, including the girl.

No person can own another soul.

It is not her soul I intend to take.

It is her blood.

Now give her to me, or I will take yours instead.

I know of no girl.

And I don't appreciate that the Lord Abbot would appreciate you taking my

blood instead of hers. That is, if she existed.

The Abbot?

You come from him?

My cousin?

This parish is my commission, yes.

From what I understand, there's been no curate here for over a year now.

Not since the old man died.

You still insist there is no girl.

I insist on nothing, madam.

But look about you.

Do you see a girl?

Blood. This place was infested with vermin when I arrived.

It's just a rat.

And you killed it.

Perhaps with prayer.

Nothing so dramatic, Your Highness.

A curate who killed rats with brooms. This is what the abbot sent me. I wonder

what I did to slight him.

It was the rat who was slighted, Your Highness.

Much better.

A curate with a sense of humor.

What is your name?

I'm Brother Jan from Budapest, Johannes.

A toast to your arrival, then.

I, uh...

I shall not.

You refuse a toast to your mistress?

Well, then.

Let's do the work the good abbot intended.

Come to the castle tomorrow night.

There's a service I wish you to perform.

What kind of service, Your Highness?

A burial of sorts.

Someone has died?

Not yet.

You know what to do Yes

Because I sentenced you, pastor.

And I can pardon you as well.

I want the girl.

The witch.

She drinks the blood of virgins and flies on the wings of blackened angels.

Give her to me, priest.

I don't expect you to say so fast again.

For she had none. It is not her soul I intend to take.

anything you have ever known.

You refuse a toast to your mistress?

What she does, sir?

What she is lies far beyond the imagination.

A burial of thought.

Death will be her only redemption, Master.

Thank you.

Please help me.

The monk.

Let him come.

For the holy love of God.

Stop these evil doings.

What have these poor souls done to you?

What does it matter?

I have seen your evil in my dreams.

Seen what?

Black bats and me flying with them?

These two, and the one I have yet to find, are not of our world, not of our

time. You cannot save them.

This is not just.

And who decrees what is just?

God.

Your God?

Your God is not mine, so his decrees have no validity, not to me.

No royal name gives the right to witchcraft and torture.

That is a mortal sin.

Now you are giving my supposed sin a matter of degree?

Perhaps I should have just beheaded them.

Would that have suited you?

I gave her sanctuary.

And I removed it.

By stealth and foul potions. Which proves that my power is greater than

yours. Yes.

No power is greater than God's.

It is he who gives us life and returns us to death.

Really?

The breath of life?

The kiss of death?

Does that make me a god, monk?

And find your friend.

choking her. Keep choking her.

No, only the countess can take her blood.

Thank you.

You must go back from whence you came.

Now the other two are lost, but you may save yourself.

Now she mentioned a book.

You know this tome and how to use it?

Yes.

Now the villagers and church soldiers are on their way to mete out justice to

her.

Her acolytes will be distracted, so you must hurry.

Thanks.

Good and godly men, now is the time to make her pay for her sins.

Bless thee by this holy water.

future for them.

I'm ready to hear your confession.

Yeah, let's go kill the bird.

rating.

I hope you've done your homework girls.