Dylan Dog: Dead of Night Page #5

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Let me see.

It's Mara, the dead werewolf.

She was dating a vampire.

That's a new one.

We've gotta go to a funeral.

You haven't eaten yet, have you?

Maybe I'm just sick.

Maybe I'm just really sick!

Did you ever think about that, Dylan?

'Cause I'm pretty sure my

HMO is not gonna cover this.

You need to fix this, all right?

I'm pretty sure my insurance policy

isn't a zombie plan, all right?

You need to fix this!

You shot me!

Oh, my God, Dylan, why

would you do that? I'm hit!

I'm hit.

This doesn't hurt.

Marcus? You are dead.

Now, you can pity yourself and

die a slow, miserable death.

Or you can define

yourself as you want to.

But I can't make that decision for you.

Well, you didn't have to shoot me.

Seeing Gabriel at his daughter's

funeral was hard enough.

But accusing her and her

vampire boyfriend of murder,

might have been what

some call "bad" manners.

I knew Gabriel would shoot

me straight, or kill me.

Maybe both.

They say if you live long enough,

you live to see everything.

This is one sight I

wished they had spared me.

I'm sorry about Mara, Gabriel.

I truly am.

But I need answers.

That vampire boy came to me,

pleading for his life.

Told me everything about

his relationship with Mara.

Everything.

He didn't kill my daughter.

Gabriel, we've known

each other a long time.

What is it that you're hiding from me?

What does it have to do with this?

I didn't know they would do that.

The idealism of youth, I suppose.

Thinking they could bring peace to

centuries of war by stealing a trinket.

They didn't know it would

awaken a sleeping beast.

So much bloodshed. And for what?

Wait, what beast are you...

It's our matter to deal with, not yours.

It's too late. I'm in it now.

When I get to the bottom of this,

someone is gonna pay.

I hope that it won't be you.

Gabriel was a dead-end.

Or maybe he was just trying to

protect me from his daughter's fate.

What the hell are you doing?

I was just...

She's very beautiful.

She was.

What happened?

I mean, you don't need to tell me.

I just thought you might want to.

When I came home that night,

I could sense that something was wrong.

The apartment just felt colder.

I headed straight to Corpus House.

I knew. I just knew it was them.

And when I saw her

lying there on the floor,

I lost it.

Nothing was gonna stop me

until I made them all pay.

And they did.

All of them.

They took something

precious from both of us.

I can't.

Three deluxe cheeseburgers

with extra cheese and bacon

and jalapenos and mushrooms and onions.

Some cheesy fries...

...some deep-fried cheesy strings...

...and Diet Coke.

Right.

I got you.

Hey, Tommy! Let me get a number nine!

What's a number nine?

Exactly, dude.

Exactly.

Number nine. It's up.

What the hell is this?

This is not what I ordered.

A worm-meal and a larva patty.

A warm cup of motor oil.

And a complimentary hot dog.

Why is there a hot dog?

Not hot dogs! Not hot dogs!

That's so disgusting!

Do you have any idea how many

hot dogs I ate as a child?

You know what? I'm not gonna do it.

I'm not gonna do it!

Forget it! Forget it!

Why don't you just take your cataracts

and your weird face pustule

and your bleeding gums

and your ass breath, and

you go die with some dignity,

like I intend to do.

Good day, sir.

You shouldn't treat them like that.

He's a person, too, you know.

You know what?

Sweetheart, I don't think you understand

what you're talking about, okay?

Yeah. I think I do.

Here.

Oh, no. Is this some kind

of, like, religious thing?

Just read it.

Is this a zombie support group?

And you should totally come by.

It's just a bunch of us

getting together and talking.

Trust me. It helps.

I needed answers from an old friend.

A really old friend.

Borelli was bat-sh*t crazy, but let's

see you when you're 800 years old.

I always like you, Dylan.

Yeah, yeah.

Life is wasted on the mortal.

And other women?

You never change, do you?

Dylan, look at me.

Centuries on this earth, and still

I cannot find a wife to live past 98.

Handsome young man. You'll find another.

Yeah, well, not like Cassandra.

How very true.

This really takes me back.

Dante.

I tell you something,

that man could drink.

So, what do I owe the honour?

What do you know about this?

It's nothing. Old ghost story.

Borelli, I need to know.

People are dying because of this.

What is it?

You tell no one that

I told you this, okay?

It is called the Heart of Belial.

And it's been missing for centuries.

Five thousand years ago,

Belial walked the earth.

It was the most powerful of the dead.

He brought darkness and

death upon the whole world.

It is called the Heart of Belial,

because inside the Heart

is the blood of Belial.

Belial cannot be

destroyed, only contained.

The myth says that on the

night of the full moon,

Belial can be created again.

All the creator needs

is the Heart and a host.

A host?

A body, one of the undead.

The Heart of Belial injects

the blood into the host.

Once that happens, the host is doomed.

Belial lives again,

answerable only to his creator.

What the creator hates, Belial hates.

What the creator seeks to

destroy, Belial destroys.

But, in order to destroy Belial,

you must first kill his master.

It's a, how do you say,

symbiotic relationship.

Their souls are

inseparably bonded together.

Great.

Dylan, 400 years ago,

the Heart was stolen.

This symbol is the crest of the

last great monstro venatorum.

They found the Heart and planned to

use it to wipe out all the undead.

But the hunters themselves were

massacred before they could use it.

The legend says a werewolf family

was entrusted to hide the

Heart over the centuries,

and to keep its secret.

Gabriel.

I called, to rendezvous at Cysnos Plant.

I was hoping Gabriel

would stay clear of this.

But my gut knew this

wasn't gonna end well.

What the hell happened?

What's wrong? Is it bad?

It's worse.

Search for others. Hurry.

Gabriel.

There is not much time.

Please, tell them that

Slake told me the Heart...

Dylan, there's nobody.

...Sclavi.

You must find Sclavi.

What did that to him?

Same thing that killed you and Mara.

Wait. The zombie? The big zombie?

Sclavi.

I gotta check something out.

Call Wolfgang. Make sure you're

not around when he gets here.

Yeah.

Hi. I don't really know what to say.

I guess I'm Marcus.

And I'm...

I'm dead.

Hi, Marcus.

Hey, everybody.

So, yeah. So, it's

been a rough adjustment.

You know, the smell, the diet,

the whole...

...things-falling-off-of-you thing.

Yeah, this guy knows

what I'm talking about.

- You get used to it.

- No, I won't.

But right now I have a big problem.

Okay? I'm looking for a zombie.

I'm looking for a massive zombie.

And he's bigger and

stronger than anything...

...I've ever seen.

And he's a killer.

We thought those were just rumours.

They say he lives in the abandoned

power building outside of town.

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