The Devils Page #8

the chief of accursed murder...

Kiss him. Kiss him.

...the head of sacrilege,

the master of the worst actions,

the teacher of heretics,

the inventor of all obscenities,

the foul, impious one... Don't!

Judas! Judas! Judas!

Confess you are the Devil's servant.

Renounce your master!

I am about to meet the God

who is my witness

and I have spoken the truth.

Confess! Confess!

You have only a moment to live.

Only a moment.

And then I go to that just

and fearful judgment

to which you, too,

Reverend Father will soon be called.

May your body be consumed

by eternal fire!

Away, priest! He's to be strangled.

I promised he was to be strangled!

Strangled! Strangled! Strangled!

Is this what you promised me?.

Where is the noose?. Where is the noose?.

No! I need a noose!

The flames! I can't, the flames!

Sorry, priest. Sorry!

Burn, burn, burn!

- Burn! Burn!

- Watch, bastard.

See how your mother's honour

was avenged.

Lucky little bastard.

It's not every day baby sees

Daddy burned to death.

Don't look at me!

Look at your city!

If your city is destroyed,

your freedom is destroyed also!

Unrepentant to the last!

The fiend still speaks.

Confess! Confess!

If you would remain free men,

fight!

Fight them or become their slaves!

I'm purging my own devils.

What devils?.

Isacaaron, Balaam...

They say they can stand up

to the Church,

but they can't stand up to this b*tch.

Jeanne, you're being hysterical.

Where's Father Barre?.

I was expecting him.

He's off to Poitiers.

A nun is reported to be having

commerce with your lsacaaron,

in the form of a three-legged dog.

But there was going to be a public

exorcism tomorrow in St Peter's.

Father Mignon could manage.

Father Mignon has been put away.

He's quite demented.

He keeps babbling that we've

destroyed an innocent man.

And with no signed confession

to prove otherwise,

everyone has the same opinion.

Pity, that.

No, with Grandier gone,

you are no longer possessed.

- It's simple.

- What shall I do?.

Pray for your salvation. Do penance.

Stay here quietly, of course.

What else?.

Well, there'll be a few tourists

occasionally to brighten things up.

But that won't last long. Soon the town

will die, you will be left in peace

and oblivion.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Souvenir.

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