Daemonium Page #4

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it's now in your hands.

I know.

Please Lord help us...

You seen that new VT-16?

Yeah. The guys were telling me about it.

They say it's quite a thing to see...

I'll tell you once I've tried it.

POSITIVE:

Release the demons.

Are you ok?

I couldn't do it!

I figured.

I thought I was ready for anything.

Listen to me.

The only way to kill a man you once loved

is to look right into his eyes

to see if some of that love remains

and letting him see in your eyes

all the pain he brought upon you.

There, death will have a meaning

and a sense of justice...

We must continue your training

in order for you to be ready

to fulfill your purpose,

so you can attain

the name of Shibari, Lisa.

REWARD FOR LUCIO FULCANELLI

That one.

Must be dead for days because he reeks.

REWARD:

Hey!

Wake him up!

Pick him up and search him!

Vermin...

A sneaky rat like this one is worthless.

Corts?

I never imagined in my life

that we'd see each other again...

You look nicer when your mouth is shut!

Corts died, remember?

He died along with the rest

of the Wolf Patrol.

On the other hand Fulcanelli

is a big name nowadays.

Beautiful irony...

How many times will I have to point a gun

at your head to get what I want?

Wizard?

Hey, wait a minute, buddy.

What you should know is that you owe me.

If that demon had found you,

you wouldn't have survived

to tell the tale.

Then you owe me, Corts.

That's true. I grant you that.

Corts is indebted to you.

But it just so happens

that I'm not Corts,

so I owe you nothing.

What happened to you, bud?

What do we have here?

A mercenary with no code of honor?

I thought that mercenaries were the only

ones who kept some honor in these lands!

Pay attention, look at me.

Do I look like a mercenary to you?

Now I'm a businessman.

And you should know

that if there's someone you can't trust,

it's a businessman.

Alrigh...

Alright...

You're not Corts.

No.

Now, then... I'm not Fulcanelli.

I'm just a drunk bum waiting

to be eaten by cockroaches.

I don't know you.

You don't know me... Deal?

They're here...

Anyway, it's too late for that.

They're coming for you.

Don't do it, Corts,

Razorback will never pay!

He's different now

and won't answer to your commands!

He might not remember us at all!

We shall see...

Comrades, you already know...

We will do what's necessary...

As always.

It's a gift.

For those good old times... Soldier.

All right, all right...

You know I'm quite keen

of these family gatherings...

But, aren't we forgetting

something very important?

You wouldn't...

-The bill!

-It's mine!

-It's mine!

-Grab it!

Over there!

He's getting away!

The wizard!

That rat won't go too far

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