Witchfinder

knocks on door

You're drunk, John Hawthorne.

What be you after?

Alice is to marry that fool, Silas Hargrove.

Work your magic upon her. Make her love me!

There's nothing I can do to change the

heart of another.

But...

I may know of a way to make you seem to her

as her husband to be...

if a night in her bed be all ye lust after.

How?

Such glamours require a trade in coin.

Or, perhaps a heavier price.

Can ye pay?

Come inside.

Give me your hand.

Azazel...

Samael...

Asmodeus...

Asteroth.

- We will go down to the altars of hell

to thee, Satan, my master, giver of life.

May Satan grant my desires.

From dark dimensions I call thee forth...

[Demonic voice] My sweet Satan...

HEAR ME!

Abigail Prynn...

you are under arrest for the crimes of witchcraft.

-What authority do you hold here, William Blake?

- I come in the name of the lord God

who holds you accountable for your crimes!

Martha Proctor's baby was born without eyes, woman!

Can you deny that your magic

has played a hand in that family's fate?

Or the blight that withers Thomas Edwards' fields?

- Let me go! Release me!

Mercy, Brother Blake! Please, dear God, have mercy upon me!

She's bewitched me as the others!

- Brother Hawthorne...

God sees all sins...

and he demands just punishment!

Take him away!

[screaming]

- No! Mercy!

- No! Don't kill me! Mercy! She made me!

- Abigail Prynn...

you are hereby charged of being both

a harlot and a witch

and wilfully consorting with Lucifer.

And in his name, bewitching

Thomas Edwards,

Joseph Corwin,

Nathaniel and Martha Proctor,

and of leading this wreched soul...

from the path of God.

You think to condemn me in the name of God,

William Thatcher Blake?

Has he seen the occasions you've had

to come into my bed

when thy wife grew cold with her affections?

- BE SILENT DEMON!

I sentence you to burn this night -

so that your body may be purified

and your soul rendered to God

for HIS judgement!

In the name of Satan -

my revenge will seek you out!

And the blood of your family

will restore the life you now rob from me!

- Papa!

Mary, my little girl.

Did you miss your father?

- I made a wreath for you!

- She spent all morning in the garden making that for you.

- My sweet child.

- And the Lord's work in the hollow?

- God has seen fit to wipe the pestilence from our village.

May we make the best of the time

that He has seen fit to bless us with.

[LOUD BANG]

[indistinct] William...

[indistinct] Blake...

- DADDY!

Mary! My child!

Breathe!

Breathe, sweetheart! Breathe!

I'll fetch you some water!

Sarah!

My God, Sarah..!

Oh my God!

My child!

My child!

[tortured breathing]

Daddy...

[anguished sobs]

[inhuman laughter]

No!

No! NO!

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