The Prophecy 3: The Ascent Page #3

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.

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