The Devil's Rock Page #2

That prisoner,

she is not what you think she is.

- Sorry, Joe.

: Please, help me. Please.

Please, help me.

- It's safe.

- Don't...

You're safe now.

I can take you from here.

There's a submarine off the coast.

We can get to it.

Jesus! Jesus Christ!

Ben...

- Helena...

No... No, you're dead.

- Please...

There isn't time to explain.

The German, he'll be back.

Don't leave me here with him.

Don't let him touch me.

- How... How can this be?

- Ben! You've got to get me free.

You've got to unlock this chain!

- You were so...

You were so torn.

You-you-you were broken.

You, uh...

I held you in my arms.

- Ben... pull yourself together.

This is real. I promise.

There's a key... downstairs.

You must find it.

- Don't think about releasing her.

There's a good chap.

- What in God's name is going on here?!

- Nothing in God's name,

I can assure you of that.

Now, please, step away from her.

- Ben, help...

- Silence, you hag!

That creature

is not who you think she is.

- How is she here?

- That Luger had...

only three rounds left.

By my count, you are out of bullets.

You don't believe? Shoot me.

- Drop the Schmeisser.

Kick it here.

- An officer and a gentleman to the last.

How boring.

Ah!

I need you alive.

No!

Bastard!

What the f*** did you just do,

you Nazi bastard?

: I've saved your life.

She'd have killed you

if you'd set her free.

Listen to me.

I have information.

A weapon...

...more dangerous than anything

you can imagine.

- You lying bastard!

- Kill me... and you'll never know.

- Talk!

- That creature...

She's part of it.

- Bullshit.

I can prove it.

- No. Your turn to die.

- Please, I beg you.

- You lie to me

and I'll cut your f***in' balls off,

and gut you like a pig,

you understand?

What the f*** is going on here?

How can Helena be here?

Tell me.

- She's not your dead wife.

Ugh... Please tell me you believe that.

I am Colonel Meyer

of the SS Germanorden.

How many soldiers have the blood tattoo?

How many soldiers

carry papers of that nature?

You must understand, the Fhrer

has long been obsessed with the occult.

He set up the SS Germanorden,

a specialist unit dedicated

to scouring the world for...

mystical materials.

I was sent here on...

a highly secret mission.

The outcome which c...

could affect the entire war.

These islands you're so keen to save...

you know, they have something

of a reputation.

- For what?

- Witchcraft.

What on earth do... do you think

we're dealing with here?

You may see her as your dead Helena.

I see my loving Gretta,

who is still very much alive in Hamburg.

That soldier...

That was Lieutenant Otto Schillmann.

A good soldier, until his girlfriend

tried to use his intestines as a necklace.

- Enough of this fairytale bullshit.

- That is how they died.

Each one.

Ripped apart and devoured by someone

they thought was the love of his life.

- Ah... you really are insane.

- The platoon stationed here were starving.

They hadn't been supplied for weeks,

reduced to foraging for food.

They found... an abandoned cottage.

A ruin.

There they found something.

A book.

Have you heard of the Grimoires?

- The what?

- In the Middle Ages,

witches were more feared

on these islands

than in any other part

of the British Isles.

They drew their power

from a series of ancient texts.

Grimoires.

Bad books.

Whose purpose was the invocation

of demonic forces.

Allow me to prove it.

I will show you the true nature

of this horror.

I need your knife.

Come, demon b*tch.

You can cease pretending.

I know you need your meat.

See?

- Jesus Christ, Meyer.

What have you done?

: Benjamin?

: Do not implore his help, demon.

I've shown him what you are.

- My love... I'm your Helena.

Surely you can see.

- Isn't this what you really seek?

- I am no animal to be chained.

Release me, and the forces I serve

will grant you powers

beyond your wildest dreams.

- So said Lucifer in the desert

to Our Lord Jesus Christ.

- Ah! Surely that holy name

turns to poison in your mouth, Nazi.

- You cannot divide us, demon.

I will send you back to the darkness.

Treat this as your last meal.

I present your loving wife.

I will show you everything, Grogan.

How I summoned... this monster.

And how we will dispel it.

Ugh...

: Ben...

Don't leave me.

- Be warned... Captain Grogan.

If I die,

you lack the knowledge

to send that creature back to Hell.

- You be warned, there's no morphine.

This is gonna hurt... a lot.

: Oh, God!

Christ's blood!

- Keep bloody still!

: Oh, God!

Christ's blood!

Ah...

- Colonel?

Don't die on me now,

not after the trouble I've been through.

: Ben...?

Ben? Are you down there, darling?

I know you're listening.

I can replace her, Ben.

I can be Helena.

Release me from this chain.

Release me,

and I will take my place beside you.

- Do demons sleep, Colonel?

- Who knows?

When incarnate on earth,

when clothed in living flesh--

- Yeah, spare me.

- She is Femme-Varou.

- What?

- Femme-Varou.

That is her real identity.

May I?

In mythology,

the Femme-Varou

are shape-shifters.

She is a carnivore.

A desecrator of human flesh.

But she comes with a beautiful

and familiar face,

to confuse and deceive her victims.

- You... summoned one.

- I had orders to test... the book.

- On fellow German soldiers?

- All war involves sacrifice.

An island like this is perfect.

This particular demon

cannot cross flowing waters.

Even if she'd killed us all,

she would be trapped here.

- But she didn't kill you all.

One does not summon demons...

...without the means

to defend oneself against them.

Whoever carries the words

contained within that pouch

will be safe from her.

Against them she is forbidden

to cause mortal harm

and has no more strength

than a normal woman.

- Let me guess.

There's only one of these.

- I'll admit, I was not prepared

for the viciousness of her attack,

or the extent of her appetite.

But she killed so many...

It's unfortunate.

But what a...

what a weapon she is,

spawned in Hell itself.

Imagine if she were unleashed in London,

deceiving and slaughtering her way

to Churchill himself.

She would...

she would make Jack the Ripper

look like a kindergarten tale.

She cannot be killed by mortal means.

She can only be bound in iron.

But that... will only hold her for so long.

She can be dismissed back

to the netherworld,

but only by the knowledge

contained in there.

And trust me,

she is just a lesser demon.

There are far worse than her

in that book.

Help me...

and the book is yours.

- Why?

Why would you do that?

- I love my country, but I'm not blind

to the atrocities she's committed,

nor am I comfortable with

what will happen if she wins.

Perhaps it is...

better if the righteous prevail.

- And what's the price

of betraying your country?

- A deal.

Immunity from prosecution for myself,

my wife smuggled out of Germany,

new lives and a new identity

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