The Valdemar Legacy II: The Forbidden Shadow

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According to legend,

in the late 19th century

something terrible happened

to the Valdemars.

They were initiated

into the dangerous art of the occult

and during a session

awakened a being

far beyond their control.

The result of their boldness:

The beautiful Leonor was sacrificed.

Her bloodline would be forever joined

to the curse known as

"The Valdemar Legacy. "

The Valdemar house

remained sealed for years.

No one dared go inside.

Until two weeks ago,

when an expert historian

fascinated by its secrets

ventured into the mansion.

He was never heard from again.

The legend was brought back to life

and new faces appeared in the story.

Luisa Llorente,

an estate valuer sent to finish

the work of her predecessor,

found out what happened to him

and met the mansion's caretaker.

She would later escape,

but her whereabouts remain unknown.

Four days after she went missing,

her boss, Maximilian Colvin,

hired detective Nicolas Tramel

to find her and put an end

to these strange disappearances.

Tramel set off

on a bizarre journey to the house

with Doctor Nora Cervia,

Maximilian's assistant,

who told him about the Valdemar legend

although she withheld

certain secrets from him.

A similar fate awaits Eduardo and Ana,

Luisa's co-workers,

who don't understand

why the police haven't been involved

or why Maximilian has ordered them

to join the search immediately,

leaving that very night

forthe Valdemar house.

A mystery hidden in the shadows,

and the most horrible of all...

grows near.

THE FORBIDDEN SHADOW

Are we almost there, honey?

Civilization is nowhere in sight.

They probably speak

a different language out here.

Ana, what's wrong?

Did I say something?

No, honey, really.

We haven't done anything together

in three months.

I was hoping this weekend...

I know. This is just

something that happened.

- After we find Luisa...

- That's another thing.

I don't mean her, it's just...

I don't like how quiet

they're keeping this.

Inmoberance has always kept

a low profile.

We did sign a confidentiality clause.

The pay is great, the pension

couldn't be better...

But no questions asked.

What if we do ask?

What would be the answer?

Two cover-ups, no statements,

two people missing...

We're probably exaggerating.

Luisa isn't a child.

Watch out!

Are you okay?

Yeah.

- Where are you going?

- Stay here.

- Don't leave me.

- Hold on.

Sh*t.

Use your cell, call for help!

Ana, what is it?

You were telling me

about last year.

And after the divorce?

I was in Naples working on

the "Monster of Florence" case,

and then I came here.

I opened my own detective agency and...

I think you know more about me now,

than my own therapist.

It's your turn.

You want to hear about me?

I'm warning you, my life

isn't nearly as exciting as yours.

I was just hoping that...

...we could set aside the formalities

and be a little more cordial.

We're having dinner.

Okay.

Tell me about the etchings

at the end

of the book.

I thought your job was clear.

Find a missing woman.

The other distractions are irrelevant.

And I thought you were obliged

to help me

- in any way you could.

- All right.

Anything to not have to listen

to you groan the whole way.

Let's make a new deal.

I'll tell you more about the past

if we focus on the present.

I want to hear how you plan

to continue investigating.

Great.

It's a deal.

Where am I?

My head...

It's okay. You're safe.

My name is Selene.

You had quite a fall.

This area is full of ditches and caves,

but you were lucky.

It's just a scratch.

But you're still weak.

I made you some lemon balm

and natural boldo.

It will make you strong again.

Please, don't trouble yourself.

I can't stay.

Go ahead.

It's five miles of forest

in every direction.

The only path

leads to a large abandoned house.

But you've already been there,

haven't you?

What do you want from me?

I don't have anything.

Don't be ridiculous.

What would I want from you?

If you leave, they'll find you.

And trust me, they won't be as nice.

- How do you know?

- That they're after you?

Because you're not the first.

But we'll make sure you're the last.

After the Valdemar tragedy,

Lazaro tried to get his life back.

But instead of managing

his fortune intelligently,

he invested all his capital

in a strange, forbidden book.

Sir, you haven't eaten in days.

For God's sake.

This can't go on.

What you're doing is blasphemy.

An abomination.

I'll end up having to bury her

somewhere else.

Get out of here.

Get out.

Sir, I've served you

since you were a child.

I saw you grow up and become a man.

But you're a stranger to me now.

And you scare me just as much as

the room you made me board up.

Get out!

Yes, sir. I'll go.

But first I have one thing to say.

She chose to die with pride.

She sacrificed everything for you.

She devoted her last breaths to you.

Believe me, she wouldn't want to see

what you're turning into.

Get out of here.

I said get out.

Never speak her name again.

Never.

Yes, sir.

I'm leaving.

She isn't dead.

You hear me, Jervas?

Leonor isn't dead!

I know what you mean.

The Necronomicon.

The Book of the Dead.

It has...

almost 10 pages about him.

Exactly.

He may have been persecuted

by the Church,

but he wasn't a Satanist

or anti- clerical.

His cult was based on the so-called

Great Old Ones,

Gods that precede any religion.

After searching for years,

he was finally

able to buy it from some merchants

in northern Iran.

What was never clear

is why he wanted it.

Maybe he had new plans

he thought it could help him with.

Right after that,

he regained his wealth and returned

to high society.

Hello!

Good evening.

Welcome. Good evening.

How are you?

Good evening.

Good evening.

I love the way you decorated.

Thank you.

Obviously a feminine touch.

If you'll excuse me...

Gentlemen.

Get your brother out of here.

How rude!

- Who is that?

- I don't know.

Lovecraft.

Come with me.

What are you doing here?

I don't recall inviting you.

Is that what bothers you,

or that I came?

What do you want?

Wherever I go...

Istanbul, Prague, Tehran...

Stop following me.

I'll never give you the Necronomicon.

I don't want you to.

I'm not here to ask you for it,

but to free you from it.

Money is no object, of course.

I'll pay anything you ask.

The problem is, I have no intention

of parting with it.

Is that so?

Could I at least examine it?

Just for a moment.

Then I'll go.

Definitely the real thing.

One of a kind.

I lied to you.

I can't afford to buy it.

Not even a fraction of it's value.

It's no secret you're broke, Lovecraft.

Everyone knows that.

Then you also know I've dedicated

my life to studying the Necronomicon.

Many a careless person

thought he could use it

to make money.

Isn't that your case?

Not at all.

I shall be its only owner.

Utter foolishness, my dear friend.

Indeed it is the book

that owns you.

Before I leave,

here's some advice

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