Warlock Page #5

Only the daft believe

such a thing.

The pages, Redferne.

Give them up.

No! Don't you dare!

Believe it, Redferne.

Her death will make all others

seem like a pet tea party.

And you, you who

stand there cow-like

on hallowed earth,

shall hear every whimper,

every cry,

every gasping gush I can bring

from her slow-dying body.

See her...

the mouth, the

legs, the breasts.

So much like those of

someone once you knew,

of someone both we knew.

Well, Redferne, shall she live,

or shall she join sweet

Marion in the hereafter?

Take the pages.

But take them by hand.

How's this?

No spells, no flying, no magic.

Take them, if you're able.

Now who makes the hollow offer?

You give up nothing.

Take the pages, if you're able.

So, you fear me.

'Tis I who others fear.

Not you. The magic.

Having waited so long,

it could prove wonderfully

good to linger on it.

Fear... tell me how it feels.

Feels as if the

rules have changed.

I am he of empty crib

and stillborn foal.

I am he whose coming the

stars hath foretold.

I am he with heart

forged by blackest coal.

I am he who makest whole

the glorious goal

of Satan's unborn soul!

Now reveal unto me

the name of God.

Oh, no. No.

I know thee!

I know your name!

I know the word that can

undo all you have wrought!

Yea, I know thee!

Nay, nay, say it not!

Try saltwater, fuckbrain.

You are owed a debt greater

than any we'll know,

save one.

From me, then, a world

of thanks, Kassandra.

Kassandra with a "K."

Had our 2 lives

been not so out of joint...

Had we...

What I mean to say is...

Redferne.

Oh.

Oh.

Shoot.

Whoo ho!

Yeow!

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