The Prophecy 3: The Ascent Page #2

Where ?

There are things that ghosts

and civil servants just shouldn't know.

No. You drive.

Embryos and idiots.

I hate this place.

"ln the final hour shall come one born...

with the heart ofan angel

and the soul of a man."

Ever hear

of a nephalim ?

- A what ? - Take your

vitamins, Vincent. Good boy.

Nephalim.

Half angel, half man.

Old Testament's chock-full of 'em.

They're very nasty guys.

And very, very hard

to kill.

Am I right or am I right,

Boris. ?

Are you saying

Danyael's a nephalim ?

Am I ?

I guess I am.

Do you really

believe that ?

Look.

I've had four

gutted hermaphrodites...

burn to black pitch

right under my nose.

I've had one cop,

my best friend,

driven insane by the angels

shrieking in his head...

before somehow

spontaneously combusting...

in a madhouse he had mistaken

for a monastery.

A pretty young woman, now dead

knocked up by a stranger...

who left her three months, pregnant

in only 48 hours.

And just yesterday, a young man,

allegedly her son,

shot up six ways to sun down,,

crawled out of a drawer...

and waltzed out

like Lazarus.

So, yeah, I'm pretty much open

to a buffet of possibilities.

Any suggestions ?

No.

What's the "D" for ?

Uh, "doughnut."

I'll take one of those

with the colored fragments on it.

Did you see a young man about this tall,

dark hair, dark brown jacket,

come in here earlier ?

Look. That'll be

and about, uh, 50 bucks

for the recollection.

- What kind of an answer is that ?

- A minimum wage answer.

You answer my question,

or I'll personally see to it that

you spend the next millennium...

chained to a damp wall

wondering just what it is...

that's been winding its way up through

your bowels for the last 750 years.

Cool.

Look. The dude came in here

about a half an hour ago...

and scarfed down about two dozen mixed

in less than five minutes.

He was, like, on this serious

sugar rush, you know what I mean. ?

Spontaneous tissue regeneration

tends to do that.

- What ?

- Where is he now ?

Oh.

Hiding in sh*t...

just like a monkey.

No matter how many times you tell them,

they never seem to learn.

You must always,

always remove the heart.

Hey, hey, hey !

- What are you ?

- Judgment.

Don't push your luck.

Ah. Ah ?

Crazy me.

Nice coat.

Killing you

would be so easy.

Yeah ? Fried food can kill me.

A mugger can kill me.

You're not so special

down here, "Jones."

How do you bear

what you've become, Gabriel ?

You, who were once exalted

above all others.

You been with a woman,

Zophael ? It's like dying.

You moan and cry out.

You get to a spot...

that has you

begging for release.

Once,

I was an angel of death.

Now, I die every day

when I have the cash.

Enough about me.

You must be scared.

What if you lose ?

You must be scared you might

become like me, right ?

Yes.

My dying memory is being in your arms.

I remember slipping away

and thinking,

God, how lucky I was

to hold you one last time.

But I... I kept slipping...

until all around me

there were just bodies.

I don't understand.

No.

Maggie, get out of here.

- Get out !

- No, Danyael ! No !

Maggie, get out of here.

- No ! No, Danyael ! Please.

- Please don't go.

- Maggie, I said go !

- How does it feel, Danyael,

to know that

you're almost perfect ?

- If not for the monkey inside you.

- What am I to you. ?

What is this ?

I said, "What is this ?"

And why am I drawn to it ?

Pyriel.

Who ?

The whited sepulcher.

The next God.

Help me, please.

Come closer.

I tried

to reason with him.

I tried everything

I could.

- Help's on the way.

- Good. That's good.

There now.

That's better.

Please.

Let me explain.

- Looking for these ?

- Take the car. You can have it.

- I'm afraid that won't do.

After you.

Yes, yes, I know.

You keep a gun under the front seat of

your car ever since you were robbed ...

in that dark cul-de-sac in that

very, very bad part of town.

But the idea of actually

using it is a bit, what. ?

Repulsive ?

So therefore you

keep the bullets stashed safely...

in the glove box.

I'm not here to hurt you.

Promise.

Earth angel, Earth angel .Hmm.

Is this the best you can do ?

- Do we have a problem ?

- Look, why do you even need me, huh ?

Can't drive.

I believe this

can go faster.

Sure.

Whatever you say.

We really don't

have time for this !

Monkey.

Good trick with the car.

I'll have to remember that.

Jerk the wheel

to the right, and... wow.

I swear to God,

I'll use this.

I'm sure you will.

- But why don't we just talk instead ?

- Don't !

I said don't !

- Fact. I am an angel.

I'm also your friend.

We can both help each other, but you're

going to have to be willing to listen to me.

Are you ready

to listen ?

I usually measure time in eons,

but in this particular case,

every second counts.

- Please. I told you, I'm not

here to hurt you.

We both see things

the same way, you and I.

A world abandoned

by the Creator.

A universe in chaos.

Danyael Rosales saw it too.

He saw it more clearly than any of us.

But he's

lost his way now.

He's been deceived by my brothers, who

still cling to old ways, old truths...

who still harbor

some cold, empty faith...

that our beloved Father

shall somehow return...

and deliver us

from this wasteland,

this killing field.

But that will never,

never happen, Magdalena.

You know it. I know it.

And most ofall,

Danyael Rosales knew it.

- Until now.

- Why ?

Because he's being

driven by forces...

beyond his control.

- Where's he going ?

- He's going to stop our savior,

the only one who can set things

right again with Heaven and Earth.

Savior ?

His name is Pyriel.

It means "light of Heaven."

He came here

in the first war,

led the army ofGod that cast Lucifer

to a far more distant shore.

And here he's remained.

- Is he evil ?

- No, no.

Evil is the realm

of darkness.

Pyriel is the light.

He is the shining beacon

that will lead us...

from an eternity

of rotting despair...

unless Danyael's there

to stop him.

- Why would he do something like that ?

- Shh.

Magdalena.

We've always communicated

with your kind through voices.

Voices. Voices

that make saints weep...

and zealots kill.

Voices that drive an angry mob

to incinerate a mother...

desperately

shielding her little boy.

It is those same voices

that now speak to Danyael.

Danyael would never

listen to them.

Whatever was human

in Danyael Rosales...

died before he rose

from that morgue.

He is no longer

your Danyael.

You know it.

You felt it.

Didn't you ?

Why should I

believe you ?

'Cause you have to.

Everywhere I go,

you're there.

I close my eyes,

you're there.

running from

his dead mama.

Was the boy thinking...

Was he thinking about destiny ?

Do you think he'll live

to see another day ?

So many

who want him dead

Yet he gets by.

Does he stop to wonder why. ?

Does he think he might

be here for a purpose. ?

Does he wonder

what that purpose is ?

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