Black Death Page #3

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within these people.

Osmund.

I just need some air.

We found her in the forrest.

She spoke of you before she died.

Forgive me Lord. I am angry.

Why did you take her?

Why did you take her?

Osmund, where were you?

Why did you betray me?

Why?

Why did you betray me?

Osmund? Osmund?

Osmund.

Osmund?

What troubles you?

- We're to become beasts.

We must become more than beasts if we are to triumph here.

I see no evil here, just a simple village that has not yet been ravished.

Leave a suffering to your heart daunt your senses.

Sir, how would you know, you have no heart to suffer.

I have known grief.

My wife and child sit at God's side.

Yes...

this village is without the pestilence.

But it is also without God.

For this they will suffer.

Are you shy?

I am ugly and I am Christian.

And that is not a good combination in here.

Hm? Piss off.

When will she be buried?

Do not worry.

I will take care of everything.

Can I see her again?

You will.

You were going to tell me these men mean us harm.

Me in particular.

I knew the moment I looked into Ulrics eyes.

But I did not know with whose side you were on.

Come with me.

Come.

What's going on?

Something you should see.

Now.

What's wrong?

Get off.

Eat and drink.

As a Christian you'll appreciate the concept of betrayal.

Together... Keep your head together.

Keep it together.

- Get lost.

Keep it together.

- Get lost.

Keep your head together.

Stop! Piss off!

You're not there boy. Look at me boy. Look at me!

Come on, boy.

Whore!

WHORE!

These Christians arrived in our village claiming to seek refuge.

This was their true purpose.

They came uninvited to our home

bringing malice and hatred.

These are God's gifts to us.

These are his words...

and these fine men his ambassadors.

Thirteen centuries of control and intimidation...

now gaze back at us through those bars.

We do not relish suffering.

We do what we must to keep us safe.

The pestilence, the Christian disease, send by your god to ravage his own people.

By spilling your Christian blood the pestilence is kept away.

You and your flock, you believe that blasphemous filth?

Kill us now, you b*tch. Get it over with.

I will offer you all the chance to live.

Renounce your vengeful God, and you will be free.

Keep him and you will die.

Not one man here will bow down to you.

I will die first.

- Who wants to live?

You?

I will fight Ulric for the right to die first.

Choose one.

You will renounce.

I look forward to shagging your mother's ass in hell.

My mother is alive and she doesn't relish the company of soldiers.

Come on.

Come on, men.

Die well my friend.

- Oh, I will.

Come on.

My lady love and I, we lived in joyeous sin..

now my lady love has got the blackened skin.

Lady love and I, we pour our love so brave...

She says yeah.

Now my lady love rots in an early grave.

My lady love and I, we lived in joyeous sin..

Now you will learn about pain.

...Nothing you can teach me about pain.

Don't look. Don't look. Hey, look away.

Look away, boy.

Blood of our blood, unholy trinity divine...

we offer this lamb slaughtering down...

that death not ours shall stay afar.

For Christian blood, putrid and sick...

into our marsh shall weep.

B*tch. You b*tch. I'll f***ing kill you, you b*tch.

I'll slice you open. Do you hear me?

I'll f***ing slice you open. I don't f***.

Choose another.

I will renounce.

No. No, you won't. You won't.

You try to leave this...

I'll kill you with my bare f***ing hands.

I swear, I do.

No.

Swire, listen to me. If you renounce, you burn in hell.

You...

- My Friend you'll burn in hell.

He's going to kill you.

I swear to god, they're going to kill you.

Swire, stop, nooo.

- I swear to god, they're going to kill you.

God, begone.

I do renounce thee eternally.

God, begone.

I do renounce thee eternally.

Holy Ghost, begone eternally.

Holy Ghost, begone eternally.

Christ, begone eternally.

Christ...

begone eternally.

The false idols have been cast out.

God is gone.

The Holy Ghost is gone.

Christ is gone.

These men will escort you

to the edge of the village.

You are free to go.

Where are we going?

Where are we going?

WHERE ARE WE GOING?

WHERE ARE WE GO... AAAHHH, NO!

Osmund.

You will renounce.

- Leave the boy. LEAVE THE BOY!

Leave the boy and take a man.

He's a boy!

He's a boy! He's a boy!

These monks came to restore our faith.

Today he will abandon his own.

Inside that cottage is the woman he loves.

I've brought her back to him.

- God, I am dead, I'm in hell.

No Osmund, you left hell behind when you crossed our marsh.

Come live here with us.

Come live with the woman you love.

We have no fury.

We have no pestilence. We have no God.

Why are you doing this to me?

Because I like you.

Renounce, and you will be together.

Go.

Go.

Osmund. Osmund.

Do not be tempted.

It is not her. IT IS NOT HER!

Osmund.

Osmund.

Averill.

No, come here.

No, Averill.

Averill, look at me.

It is alright.

It's alright.

You're with God.

You're with God.

And very soon, i'll be with you. I promise you.

I promise you.

I love you, Averill.

In nomine patris...

et filii...

et spiritus sancti. Amen.

Averill is with God.

And so am I.

This shows how cruel they are.

Even the ones they love are slaughtered in God's name.

The boy will not renounce.

You have no power here. You have no power here.

Hob, crucify them all.

You can not tear a true man of God away from his faith.

I do not fear you, nor your pagan lapdog.

Finished?

Bring out the horses.

Crucify us and you shall be spared.

That is the creed of your witch.

You came to our land bringing death.

For once you speak the truth.

We came bringing death.

She cannot protect you from God's wrath.

Repent! Before it is too late.

Hit it.

Repent!

You will renounce.

Never.

No! No!

Never.

Stop!

Let me see the boy.

You did well.

Come on, come on, come.

They will all die by God's hand.

Open my shirt.

Open my shirt.

I am Death.

Vengeance is mine.

God's fury rains down on you.

God is restored.

Run.

Where are you?

Hell awaits you with open arms.

- There is no hell.

Well, heaven doesn't want you.

- There is no heaven.

Why, why follow her?

Because she was beautiful.

And real.

This...

is real.

There is no God.

Where are you?

Where are you?

Thou shall not kill...

Remember?

Remember?

Averill was in purgatory.

Perhaps in your twisted mind.

Did you never think that maybe Averill was never dead?

We found her in the forrest, injured but very much alive.

You know that is not true.

Yes Osmund. Averill was never dead. She was alive.

I drugged her.

I drugged her.

So wh.., why...

Why would you do that? Why would you bury her?

Because people need miracles.

And they worship the miracle makers, whoever they might be.

The people in this village believed in me.

And so did you.

- No, Averill was dead.

You killed her.

Averill was dead.

She was dead.

Bring her back.

I beg you, bring her back.

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