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Lead us into Hell and we shall follow. All you need do is ask. / Indeed, Hell may be our destination. The witch controls the things of shadows and she herself is quite formidable. / MY LORD!!! F-f-f-forgive m-me, but I bring you g-g-grave news. / The brother of the witch. He and his family have been stolen. / Again?! Stop changing the channel! What are we looking at now? / Guess. / Please, sister, do not harm my family. Whatever ye want from me is yers. / Fear not, my brother. I have no interest in bringing harm to yer sweet wife and child. / Ye, on the other hand, oh, I am so sorry it has to end this way. / Why? / Sebastian!! We have to do something! / Nooooo!!!! / We are only watchers here, Miss Chelsea. / Only watchers. |
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She... she killed her own brother... why? / Why indeed? / Must you torture the poor girl with your constant riddles? The answer is really quite simple. / Sebastian? |
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Two Sebastians? Okay, one is from back then and one is from now. That I get, but they're TALKING to each other! / In that respect, I think I can freak out now. / Would you please go away? I am trying to correct past mistakes here! / I take it that in the future I am still quite the snot. |
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Yeee-uk. What is all of this... stuff? / You, um, don't want to know. / Are you quite sure that you can handle things by yourself? / If I need your help I'll be sure to choke on a hairball first. / Now, Miss Chelsea, listen. / Why did ye have to kill my husband, yer brother? Why?!! |
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Yer husband was a kind man, but quite misguided. He would have sought to lift the curse from me. / He wanted to help ye! He wanted ye to be his sister again. / Eric didn't understand. The curse is not a curse at all. / It is a gift, but only if ye accept it as such. |
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The Mo'r Sine curse is really a gift, but only if ye give in to it. / What... is that? / Being a man, he was spared the curse, so he could not have known the madness that came from trying to deny what I am. / My brother is dead and for that I am sad, but his life will give me eternity. / Don't ye understand? Only blood kin can kill a cursed Chattan and now all my kin are dead. |
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Wait a minute! Rewind that! Did she just say what I thought she said? / The Mo'r Sine curse isn't about shifting into a panther. You will either go mad from the blood lust and take your own life or become a monstrous killer. Either way, death is the only outcome. / I am eternal! Soon I will be much more. I will be all powerful and all conquering and nothing will impede my way. / The black moon rises. We must begin the ascension now. |
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Miss Chelsea? Chelsea? Are you all right? / Am I all right? What the hell do you think?! / You're telling me that I will eventually turn out to be some kind of monster like this Eleanor, or I will go insane from blood lust and kill myself. / That is... correct. But there is more. Even though it is very likely you will die by your own hand or that of a blood kin, to all others you are immune. In that respect you are eternal. / Well, that explains why Corrine didn't DIE. But why isn't she a raving lunatic? / Are you quite sure she isn't? / No time for jokes. No time for anything. Why even bother any more? What can I do if I'm doomed? / Even a DYING man has to do the right thing. / Go to Hell!! |
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It seems that I was right all along in keeping the truth from you. However I did hope that you had become strong enough to handle the truth. / I go mad or become a killer? No one is strong enough to handle that! / Oh yes you are honey, and you know it. / I know, I know. I'm a fright, but I haven't had my cappucino this morning, okay? |
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What? 'bastian's never mentioned me? I'm hurt, but then ol' Sebo never was the warm fluffy bunny type. / This is Eon, my uninvited, meddling, over impulsive, sticking his nose where it... / I'm his brother. / Actually, I've been SENT as a sort of liaison to help out in this case. / You're going to help me handle this? Good. I take it you have a bottle of Tequila and a joint somewhere on your little green person. / I have to party with this girl. |
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Now listen honey, you're going to have to be strong and deal with this. It's your life. Live it! Now hold me. / But... / No buts. It's time you got all Gloria Gaynor. "You will survive". / But I warn you, it's not going to be pretty. This is going to get stinkier than a Bruckheimer-bay movie subplot with NO popcorn. / But the good thing is that without popcorn, you don't get those irritating hulls in your teeth. See? Silver lining. |
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Anyway, I think we're missing the ascension. Don't worry about it. The cavalry gets here in time. / Like you didn't know that, but... oh my God! Would you look at that dress. No wonder she's evil. / Let that which was written ages ago be whispered into the ears of the Gods. |
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From blue moon to black moon this athame has bathed in blood of a sacrifice. / This chamber, encrusted with the energy of a thousand gemstones from Alexandrite to Saphire, is my womb. As death is replaced with new life... / ... I offer as sacrifice to the Gods of darkness and light... / Myself!! |
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I offer my soul, mind and body to the Gods of dark and light, so that I may be REBORN among ye! / With this blessed athame, I thrust my soul into the arms of the Gods! / As I utter these sacred words... / Nooo! / Stop!! |
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Stop this vile sacrilege now!! / Why Marcus, are ye here to send me off now? How nice of ye to do so. / I've come to send you to HELL!!! / I do believe ye will find that difficult while fighting an army of the dead... / Won't ye now... / And so the battle between the living and the dead began. / Marcus and his valiant men fought bravely, but the tides quickly turned as they so often do. / Don't look so worried my dear Marcus. Even though ye be a pureblood I am certain that once I am among the Gods I shall be able to snuff ye out of yer misery with only a mild bite of pain. |
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Sometimes a will can be strong enough to overcome insurmountable odds. / And sometimes a single moment can change everything. |
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And iron blade? / Prpperly blessed, iron can be a formidable weapon against a powerful witch such as Eleanor. / Y-you... you can't kill... me. / We didn't come to kill you. That would be futile. / There are other methods of justice. |
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Sloppy work gentlemen. Very sloppy. / The army of the dead proved a mild stumbling block, M' Lady. / Hssssss. / And... and to w-what do I owe this pleasure... vampire! / As Marcus said, I've come to deliver justice. You will be imprisoned in this iron coffine for all eternity. |
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I've no quarrel with ye, vampire. / Then you are afraid of me. Good. / Now, are you going to get into that coffin or shall I include frogs and locust with the hail next time?! / Ye underestimate me, vampire! Ye all do! |
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Aarrrgghh / Oh my God... |
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I do believe this was my cue to actually do something. |
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You... I mean he... I mean... the dragon's dead? / No. I merely incapacitated the priestess. / Shifting into the dragon was a final desperate act and expended much energy. Therefore to anyone with a little know-how the priestess was quite an easy target. / Now let this iron coffin be sealed for all eternity. / The Scrolls of Hekate are yours, as are the witch's servants. Do with them what you wish. I want the grimoire, the woman and the child. / Who are you to demand... / It is done. / I have only one final REQUEST. Let her sleep. I know she deserves little in mercy, but... / After all I was her familiar. |
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You are safe now. They are gone. / This from a talking cat? / You and your child may live, but only under my protection. You must forget what happened today. / This day never happened. / Why ye giving me this book? / Your husband died because of it. Who better to see it does no more harm. |
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Wow! Now that was worth the seven bucks! / One question. Why did ol' evil elly not nip Chattan junior in the bud? / Isn't it obvious to you? / *Sigh* The lion cares not what the dung beetles do. / Hairball philsophy. He wasn't an immediate threat... um, dung beetles? / Shall we proceed into the present? / I thought this was only a one way flight into the past? Sebastian? Sebastian? |
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Now, let's see what Eleanor is up to this morning. / We don't know anything about a book! Honest! / Oh, my wee ones. Ye do disappoint me. / Now I'll have to decide which one of ye to kill so that the other may speak. / Sebastian! Get me there now! / As you wish, Miss Chelsea. / ? |
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Hold it you crazy bitch! / And who are ye to demand this? / Chelsea! / Chelsea! / I'm... / A gift for you my priestess. / A very special gift indeed. |
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SEBASTIAN??!! What are you doing... huh?! / This is the witch you seek. She has your grimoire. Let the children go. / I'll... give a thought to letting the wee ones go after a talk with the witch. / Sebastian! How could you?! / Ah, 'bastian you always were my special boy. |
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Sebastian? Why? / You whine too much. / Fine!! Both of you deserve this!! / Wind... |
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What a nice little breeze ye make. Let's all see how ye like mine now. / Whammm!!! / Ye'll need to BIND her and be quick about it. She's a pureblood witch. / Thank ye my kind Sebastian. I know I can always count on ye. Now if ye will, just a wee question. / Where is my grimoire ye devilish traitor! |
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I don't know where your grimoire is. The witch has hidden it in a secret place and refuses to tell me where it is. / You will need to question her in the matter. I know how the priestess can LOSE herself in such activities. / We'll interrogate her together. What do you say? / Ye should remember the sulfur pit, wouldn't ye? I say tell me where my grimoire is and I shan't throw you in. / Well, this should prove interesting. |
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