Warlock : The Armageddon Page #3

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- A warlock.

- You mock me.

You still doubt me?

That you're really Merlin?

Maybe just a bit.

I can prove it.

All right,

cast a spell or something...

and I might consider

giving you the stone.

- How's that for a deal?

- Follow me.

Take over for me, darling.

I think I'm in love.

Well?

I reveal my power,

you give me the stone.

That's the deal.

Faust would be proud.

Take my hand.

Are you going to turn me

into a frog or something?

Something much better.

(woman gasps)

I can smell fear and excitement

dripping from your every pour.

Do you wish to go higher?

I...I can't.

I don't...yes.

Do you believe me now?

Yes. Yes.

The stone.

Here, take it.

Ride's over.

(screaming)

And now, it is my pleasure

to present to you...

Miss Paula Dare.

Paula?

Kenny:
You mean to tell me

that the devil is

trapped in some kind of prison

that we call hell

and every 6-7OO years

gets the chance to escape?

I told you,

first there's a lunar eclipse...

then six days later

there's a solar eclipse.

Yes, and during that time

God's out of rotation.

And if the devil's child,

the warlock...

succeeds in releasing his daddy...

the whole damn planet

is sh*t out of luck.

You mean,

like the end of the world?

We're druids, guardians...

God gave us certain gifts.

They're for one purpose...

to stop the Armageddon.

Runestones...

They have the power

to free the devil.

Or to keep him trapped

where he belongs.

It's a world of magic, son...

where nothing

is what it seems to be.

The trees talk,

the birds whisper...

if you know how to listen.

I just don't get why

you had to shoot me.

That's enough for now.

Uh...uh...

Come on, boy,

let's get some breakfast.

Getting killed can build up

a whale of an appetite.

Well, we're gonna have

to tell him. All of it.

These good people are concerned.

They believe you may have had

something to do with this.

Well, Reverend?

I believe that...

...birds die.

Probably an insecticide.

- Maybe some kind of pollution.

- An act of God.

No! This is your fault.

You're all a bunch of freaks.

(man yelling)

We want an explanation.

People, please.

Who's going be next,

our children?

That's enough.

The birds are dead.

That's all we know here.

There's no one to blame.

Now just go back to

what you were doing.

All of you. Go on.

You're good with crowds,

Reverend.

They were just scared.

The birds scared them.

Think how frightened they'd be

if you told them the truth.

What truth?

A few birds died, that's all.

Come on, Ted, you know

it's one of the signs.

Rev:
I don't want to hear it.

- He's got to

be coming for the stones.

Rev:
It's superstitious nonsense.

Just grow up.

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