Deathgasm Page #3

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if the music had something

to do with demons?

- Demons?

Demons?

Demons? What?

- F***!

What do you want,

a**hole?

- Can you hear the trumpets,

Brodie?

They're getting louder.

The Blind One is coming.

He's going to suck out

your intestines

for a thousand years

and use your ribs

as toothpicks.

- Urn... okay.

- Did I mention

he's going to roast your

nuts over an open fire?

While they are still attached,

of course.

- Ah. No, Terry.

You didn't mention that.

- Well, he is.

- Mr Capenhurst,

are you okay?

- Oh my God.

Oh my God.

- There was just

blood everywhere,

from every hole.

It was crazy.

- Weird.

- Yeah, it was mental, man.

Medina, too. Just-

just totally ignored me.

- Did she say why?

- No.

Feels like everybody

in my neighborhood

has gone insane.

- This town has always

been f***in' crazy.

Probably the Illuminati,

pouring f***in' fluoride in

the water or something.

What the f***

is that noise?

Dad?

For f***'s sake.

Dad?

Dad?

Dad, what the f***

are you doing?

Dad?

What are you doing?

- What's wrong with him?

Is he drunk?

- I don't think so.

Dad, talk to me.

Look, I'm going to take this

t-shirt off your face.

Yeah?

Yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah. It's okay.

F***!

- What the f*** is he doing?

- Holy f***!

- Whoa!

- I can see you.

- Oh f***!

- Brutal.

- Should we check his pulse?

- He has a f***ing

engine for a head.

I don't think he's gonna be

walking this one off, man.

- Sh*t.

Your Dad, I'm... F***.

I'm really sorry.

- F***!

You know,

it's weird but

I think he would've

wanted to go out like this.

- His eyes ripped out,

face grinded off,

and then head mounted

under a car engine?

- Totally.

For whom the bell tolls,

old man.

- Oh f***.

F***!

Dude, dude,

I am so sorry.

F***, man,

this is all my fault.

Okay. F***.

I translated those pages,

and - and - and

they were to do with -

with summoning demons, okay?

And now people

are turning crazy.

Like, possessed crazy.

- You knew that was

some black magic sh*t

and you didn't f***in' tell me?

- I didn't want you

to think I was crazy.

- It's a bit f***in' late now,

isn't it'?

This is f***ing twisted, man.

F***in' demons?

- Abigail.

F***in' Abigail.

You know, the - the chick from

the - from the record store,

the psychic chick.

She knows all about this stuff.

We should go see her.

- The lights are on.

They could still be here.

- Well, I'm out of ideas.

- Jesus!

- These things suck.

What are you... hey!

What are you doing?

- Who brings a dice purse

to a demon

apocalypse anyway?

How do we stop

these things?

- Sh*t.

- Medina!

- What's up?

- Sweet axe skills.

- Thanks.

- I wanted to come up with,

like, a one-liner like,

"You were axing for this"

or something.

That would be really cool,

right?

- That was pretty cool as is.

I mean, the axe, and the...

- Yeah.

- F***in' awesome.

- Abigail, we need to get

you to a hospital, okay?

It's too late.

It has possessed

their bodies.

- Whoa.

Is that Satan?

- That is Aeloth,

King of the Demons.

- Aeloth?

Sounds like a badass.

- These words

were in music pages.

- The Black Hymn.

You have it.

- Have it'?

We f***in' played it.

- Well, then you

have f***ed us all.

The possessed bodies,

they kill all in their path

in preparation for

Aeloth's ascension

on the next blood moon.

On the Devil's Hour.

- Oh sh*t,

the moon is red tonight.

When is the Devil's Hour?

- Three AM.

- Wait.

Three AM Pacific

or Eastern time?

Do demons recognize

daylight savings?

- When Aeloth returns,

his soul will fuse

with that of a darkest

human host.

- How can we stop him?

- Do you still have

the Black Hymn?

- Yeah, it's back at my Uncle's.

- Well, then we can...

- Oh sh*t!

- Ah!

- Have you guys

seen Brodie tonight?

Everyone I've seen is either

dead or psycho-ed.

- No sign.

Ah, hey,

my Dad said we should

head to the school

in an emergency.

It's, um, Greypoint's

civil defense centre.

He's a warden.

I mean, was until he...

got possessed and...

ate Mum's skin off.

- Dude, are you still

going on about that?

It was hours ago!

Get the f*** over it!

- Let's head to the school.

We're not gonna

survive out here.

- Oh, wait a sec.

- Oh God.

Let's hope the demons

can%read, eh?

- You ready?

Let's go.

- We need you to destroy

the Vocavitque Rex Daemonia.

- Destroy it?

We came here to get it.

- Those who performed

the Black Hymn

may try to reverse it

before Aeloth's ascension.

- Can't you destroy it?

- No!

Only those who still have a

soul can touch the pages.

I do not.

- I have one condition.

I want to become

Aeloth's vessel.

It has to be me.

- His soul will bind with the

blackest human soul nearby,

a soul that will not

resist his power.

- You! No! Please!

No!

- Now who doesn't

have a gag reflex?

I pledge allegiance

to Aeloth the Blind.

- Kill anyone

who gets in your way.

You will be rewarded

with more power

than you can imagine.

Find Brodie.

He is the key.

- Before she died,

Abigail was trying

to tell us something.

- Maybe...

Okay...

Okay, we're gonna go back

to my place, all right?

We're gonna get my guitar,

and the pages.

I'm gonna try and play

this song backwards,

Rob Halford style, man.

I mean,

it makes sense, right?

Reverse all this sh*t?

- F*** that.

This town is sh*t.

We're going up to the lookout,

rolling a three-skinner,

cranking some Slayer

and watching this town burn

to the f***in' ground!

- Dude, what about Medina,

Giles and Dion?

They could all still be alive.

- Those guys are d*cks.

Medina is never gonna

put out for you, man.

You're never gonna get to

second base with that girl.

- What?

- You know. Anal.

- Okay-

Firstly, I don't want to know

what you think forth base is,

all right?

But I'm going for

the music pages.

Dude, f***ing stop.

Don't you give a sh*t

about anyone but yourself?

- No, I don't.

F*** them.

- Dude,

I do care about the Holden.

Hey, Cocktopus!

You win.

I'll take you to do the thing

with the music, or whatever.

Dude!

Come on. Get in.

Come on.

- Okay,

so all the sh*t

is in my room, all right.

But just watch out for

my Aunt and Uncle,

because they hate you.

And also...

they might be demons.

- Right.

- Okay?

- Oh sh*t.

- But they are into

all that God sh*t, right?

They'll be sweet, they'll just

pray themselves to safety.

- No, no, urn...

No, they were at home

when we played the song.

F***.

Look, they definitely

would've heard it, okay?

Looks all clear.

I'll get the music.

- You've been a bad boy,

Brodie.

I can taste you from here.

- Zakk!

- F***!

Sh*t.

We need to arm up.

- Does your uncle have a gun?

- I doubt it, man.

- F***!

F***.

F*** yes!

I bet there are some

crosses in here.

Or some bibles we

could bash them with.

What the hell?

- Ah, I think they're, um,

they're rosary beads? Yeah.

- What part of church do they

crank this bad boy, Brodie?

- Oh.

- Hey, Brodie?

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