The Brotherhood of Satan Page #2

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shall follow them.

So live...

that when thy summons

comes to join...

The innumerable caravan

which moves...

To that mysterious realm,

where each shall take...

His chamber

in the silent halls of death...

Thou go not,

like the quarry slave at night...

Scourged to his dungeon...

but sustained and soothed...

By an unfaltering trust...

approach thy grave...

Like one who wraps

the drapery of his couch...

About him...

and lies down to pleasant dreams."

Come in, children.

Hello! Is anyone in there?

Hello! Anybody home?

May we come in, please?

Right over here, Joe.

All right, I got it.

Come on out.

"O God, who alone are ever merciful

and sparing of punishment...

humbly we pray you on behalf

of the soul of your servants...

Ed and Mildred Meadows...

whom you have commanded

to go forth today from this world.

Do not hand them over

to the power of the enemy...

and do not forget them forever,

but command that these souls...

be taken up by the holy angels

and brought home to paradise...

so that since they hoped

and believed in you...

they may not undergo

the punishments of hell...

but rather possess

everlasting joys."

In Christ our Lord. Amen.

"May the angels take you into paradise

where the martyrs welcome you...

and lead you

to the holy city, Jerusalem.

May the choir of angels welcome you

with Lazarus, who was poor...

and may you have everlasting rest.

I am the resurrection and the life.

He who believes in me,

if he die, shall live.

Whoever lives and believes in me

shall never die.

Blessed be the God of Israel,

because he has visited...

and wrought up a horn of salvation for

us in the house of David, his servant.

O God, who alone are ever merciful

and sparing of punishment...

humbly we pray you Don Howard...

whom you have commanded

to go forth today from this world.

Do not hand him over

to the power of the enemy...

and do not forget him forever,

but command that his soul...

be taken up by the holy angels

and brought home to paradise...

so that since he hoped

and believed in you...

he may not undergo

the punishments of hell...

but rather possess

everlasting joys."

It's so nice

to see everyone again.

I have nothing

which is not thine.

He didn't meet me.

Clothilde?

He didn't meet me.

I don't understand.

What could have happened?

What's wrong with everybody?

How lovely to see you again, Alice.

- Dame Alice.

- Yes, isn't it?

But I don't think

you've met Phyllis.

Hello.

My dear Alice.

It's been a very long time.

Yes, Ann, it has.

Am I the last to arrive?

Almost.

Have you seen them yet?

Mine's lovely.

You're number 11, next to mine.

I wonder what he's got for you.

Dame Alice?

Dame Alice!

You are come at last.

Very unwilling you were to come.

You must, proud lady,

be whipped to the enterprise...

and cry and moan for mercy.

An outcast to your own blood.

Not so. Oh, not so.

Rather would I forget myself

than forget thee.

Degenerate creature.

Weakling soul.

Is this the result

of our master's teaching?

What have you in your bowels?

Love for thee.

O Prince of Darkness...

I gave.

By all your holy laws did I live!

I sacrificed.

Not once on high holy days

did I fail to give thee homage...

or spread thy story

among the uninitiated.

Fool.

Can you believe that he who has renewed

the very blood in your veins...

who was your lover...

your husband,

should fail to see...

yet even through the screen of your

miserable mouthings and gyrations...

the one great blot

that covers all else...

as if it were nothing?

I adore thee.

Alice.

My baby.

Undone even before he was born,

and desperately wicked.

Dead to Satan

from the beginning.

At his mother's breast,

he was a damned soul already.

I adore thee.

You foul-minded wretch.

Think you that he

who rules this earth...

should fail to feel this blow?

You were one

of the chosen few, Alice...

to taste the fruits

of everlasting life...

and you would permit our child...

to be baptized and dedicated...

to that belief

that I despise so much.

My baby!

Not your baby!

Our baby!

Satan's baby!

Enough.

You move my disgust

too strongly.

But it is not for us,

servants and sinners all, to judge you.

Let us enter the presence

of greatness and power...

and truth.

There shall your deed

be weighed and judged.

Weighed and judged!

Weighed and judged!

Greeting, dear one.

'Tis we.

We would enter

into your presence.

We bow and yield

to your greatness.

O ye who penetrates the future...

who calls up the past...

who holds for us the days

that fly so fast!

Hear ye now...

the lowly one...

the child who has strayed.

Hear and judge.

Hear and judge!

Hear and judge!

I adore thee!

I am yours!

My master and my god.

I want no other!

Gracious is the light

of your countenance...

and your service

a sweet service of delight!

You feel better

after that stew, K. T?

- Yes. Thank you, Mr. Tobey.

- Sure.

...some farfetched,

wild-eyed theory!

- If you need more blankets, just call.

- Thanks.

It's gonna be all right, K.T.

Wanna read one of my books?

Blood I can see.

Bodies I can see.

I don't think so.

- How old are you, K. T?

- I'm eight.

Today.

Today? Well, then today's

your birthday.

I bet you got

a lot of nice presents too, huh?

I haven't seen them yet.

We're supposed to open them

at Grandma's house tonight...

but we got lost and came here.

Tell you what.

You wait right here, huh?

A realistic solution.

You think I'm trying

not to be realistic?

- You think I'm avoiding the situation?

- Something we can do something about.

- We got no time left for this...

- That's my point.

Theoretical religious drivel.

Everything we've talked about

has been from one viewpoint.

Happy birthday, K.T.

- Thank you, Mr. Tobey.

- Aw, that's all right.

Well, good night, everybody.

Good night, K.T.

- Thanks, Tobey.

- Good night, Tobey.

Hey, pumpkin.

About time you got some sleep.

Come on.

Tomorrow night we'll be in that

little room of yours, all right?

- Okay, Daddy.

- Give me your love.

Oh, boy.

Get some sleep.

Just admit you've tried everything

you know and you're still in the dark.

You've tried to find the cause,

and we're no farther along...

than you were

when this whole thing started.

You've tried to get out of town

a dozen times to get help...

and you were

beaten back each time.

You've tried, man, but we're not

gonna make any headway...

till we open our minds and senses and

realize we're up against something...

that's way beyond anything

we now can comprehend.

Good night, tiger.

Pete, I understand your practical

approach and your good logic...

but it isn't getting us anywhere.

- We've exhausted everything...

- All right!

Baby came on schedule

almost to the hour.

- What we've got to consider is...

- Normal birth.

- What we don't understand...

- Weighed nine pounds.

Or even believe.

Nice to have something normal

in this town for a change.

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