Beauty and the Devil Page #5

You have a rare little soul.

A choice and interesting soul.

You're very busy.

Can't I help?

I'm leaving behind me none of this

work that has been my downfall.

You can't after destiny.

Go to the palace and erase

every single trace of me there.

It shall be done.

Change back that damned gold

I made into sand.

Great Lucifer, show your power.

Strike this city...

...and destroy the work of this

fool who thinks he can repent.

What a storm! It's as though the end

of the world had come.

Not yet, Sire.

I'd know if it had.

- Why did Henri speak of my death?

- He was talking nonsense.

That gipsy girl

is a witch, I'm sure.

They do bewitch you sometimes.

- I hear he sees her every night.

- Maybe just a passing affair.

Is she pretty?

No beauty can compare with yours,

Madame, but he sees her each night.

- You're so nervy, Madame.

- Because I see you're worried.

I am quite calm. No witch scares me.

I shall question her myself.

Just see if I'm worried.

Come, my child. I'll protect you.

- She's to see the Prince.

- I'll take her myself.

- Mind she doesn't escape.

- She won't escape from me.

Why was I brought here?

The world is a wicked place...

But sometimes I can prevent

its injustices...

...and offer its bounty instead.

Do you want jewels,

dresses, parties...

...everything a young girl

desires?

- I don't want any of that.

- Just ask. I'll refuse you nothing.

You can't give me what I want.

Henri will return to you.

I'll see you're united for eternity.

- On one condition.

- What condition?

Show me your wrist.

What a nice wrist,

still childlike and frail.

I only want a drop of your blood.

I'd give all of it to see Henri.

Romantic little girl, a drop is

enough. You'll sign your name with it.

- That's impossible.

- Why?

I can't write.

There's an unexpected difficulty

but never mind, I'll guide your hand.

You don't trust me?

I'll do it if Henri wants it.

- Henri is not the only trustworthy man.

- I don't know you.

Are you sure you know him?

I know more about him than you do.

I know I love him.

That's enough.

It must be very nice to be loved.

No one loves me.

Exactly.

You're old and nasty.

Nasty? I'm offering you

happiness.

I can see in your eyes that you're

lying. They scare me. Let me go.

You won't leave the palace until

tomorrow morning...

...when you'll fall into the hands

of a howling mob.

Witches used to be burnt

at the stake.

Demons are less cruel than a mob

baying for justice.

They'll reduce you to ashes.

I can foretell the future too.

Be sensible.

- I know you.

- I want to be your friend.

- You're the spirit of evil.

- At your service.

- Here's the girl you want to question.

- Your highness, protect me!

- The innocent have nothing to fear.

- She's under a spell.

How could Henri

be attracted by such a girl?

I saw him.

He was at her feet.

Then it's witchcraft.

- Come on. He loves you, doesn't he?

- Don't touch me.

This man is the devil.

Your Highness...

...look at this gold candlestick

she knocked out of my hands.

It's sand.

Stop her and make her talk!

I've been robbed.

Yesterday I had more than

a hundred gold coins.

Look what I have now.

Show me, my poor friend.

It's sand.

Don't pretend to pray, witch.

Come with us.

You're in league with the devil.

Come in, Professor,

we need you as a witness.

- I arrested the Chevalier.

- To confront him with that witch.

- Did she confess?

- She tried to scratch my face.

Guilty or not,

she must confess.

An offensive has been launched

against the state's coffers...

...and your own fortunes.

The recent events can only have

a supernatural cause.

But witchcraft shall not prevail.

Go home!

Trust in your Prince's justice.

Your Prince orders you

to disperse.

Hand over the culprits to us.

Happy now? See the result

of your orders?

Where's Marguerite?

Here, about to be handed over

to the crowd.

The guards can no longer restrain

the demonstrators.

- What do they want?

- The culprits to be punished now.

She'll pay for your foolishness.

I'll tell the Prince the truth.

Talk and you'll die with her.

Save her, it's an order!

- Give them the witch.

- She hasn't talked yet.

There's no time to lose.

Let the people have their revenge.

Show pity. Before you send her

to her death, let me save her soul.

Leave me alone with her.

What did I tell you? You're lost.

Only I can save you.

- Give me your soul and be happy.

- It's not mine to give.

It's Henri's, isn't it?

- He sent me.

- I don't believe you.

Henri is about to be burnt

at the stake with you.

So be it and

I'll be his in death.

There you're wrong.

Reject my offer and in death

you'll be separated for ever.

Heaven won't allow it.

Henri has renounced heaven.

I don't believe you!

I'll tell you a secret.

May Lucifer forgive me.

To be with your lover,

you must follow him to hell.

I don't believe you!

He's damned. Look at this paper

he signed...

...with his own blood.

A miracle can still save his soul.

He sold me his soul

in exchange for my services.

Hurry if you want a share.

No, I hate your paper!

My pact!

Lucifer, forgive me!

''On my last day, Mephistopheles

shall claim my soul.''

Signed Professor Faust.

That document is mine!

Professor Faust. He's the one.

He's the culprit!

Lucifer, protect me.

I'm powerless without you.

Lucifer, I know I've failed you

but don't let me be tortured.

Free me from this body

which can feel pain.

Lucifer, help.

Hell is less cruel than men.

Lucifer, have pity on me!

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