As Above, So Below Page #3

or in the open?

Or on the tablet. There's a

night sky right on the tablet.

Yes, good. Okay.

So, darkest gate.

Hell. Hell. Darkest gate,

the gates of Hell.

The gates of Hell.

Right?

Yeah.

The gates of Hell.

Okay, but that

doesn't give us anything.

I mean, that's halfway between

this grave and the gates of Hell.

No, wait. I have

my dad's notebook.

My God. Okay.

So this marks what

they believe to be

the distance between

Heaven and Earth and Hell.

If alchemists believed that the

number of the Devil was 741

then it makes sense that they would

think that Hell was 741 feet

beneath the surface of the Earth, right?

So halfway twixt...

So, 370.5 feet beneath

Flamel's tombstone

is where we'll find the stone!

Wait. Hold on, guys.

How are we

supposed to get 370

feet into the Earth?

The catacombs. Right?

The what?

Okay, we're in Paris, so

there are over 200 miles of tunnels

right underneath our feet.

That are holding the remains

of six million corpses.

Six million corpses?

Yeah.

That's where I would put it!

Right. Of course

you would.

Flamel's grave was here.

With the catacomb map,

would make it roughly...

There. Sh*t.

Wait. Are you sure?

What is it? What happened?

Sh*t!

Catacombs don't go

under Flamel's grave.

But if we burrowed

through this wall here...

No, you can't.

In this tunnel...

The walls are solid limestone.

There's no way you can burrow in.

Plus, they've all

been reinforced

since pieces of

the city fell into the...

Well then...

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

In 1774,

about a hundred feet

of Avenue Denfert-Rochereau

was literally swallowed up

into the ground by the city.

A couple of years later,

the same thing happened...

Barrire d'Enfer, right there.

Followed by a third collapse.

Rue des Innocents.

Why would the street

collapse if there's nothing

but solid ground underneath it?

That's a good question, Benji.

So there's a hidden chamber?

It would appear so.

We have to get down there.

You have to get down there.

I don't go underground.

Remember?

Yes.

Sorry.

By the end of the 1700s,

residents from all over

Paris began to complain

about the horrible smell of the

bodies in the overcrowded cemetery.

Something had to be done.

Benji, get this.

"Stop. This is

the empire of the dead."

Wait, check out the patterns

and crosses that they made.

It's beautiful.

Six million bodies,

almost three times

the population of Paris

are housed in these quarries.

Making it, by far, the

largest crypt in the world.

Seriously, Scarlett,

this is creeping me out.

Get this.

"At the sound of the trumpet,

the dead will rise."

Benji, here.

Cimetire des Innocents.

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