The Brotherhood of Satan Page #4

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Think you that he

who rules this earth...

should fail to feel this blow?

You were one

of the chosen few, Alice...

to taste the fruits

of everlasting life...

and you would permit our child...

to be baptized and dedicated...

to that belief

that I despise so much.

My baby!

Not your baby!

Our baby!

Satan's baby!

Enough.

You move my disgust

too strongly.

But it is not for us,

servants and sinners all, to judge you.

Let us enter the presence

of greatness and power...

and truth.

There shall your deed

be weighed and judged.

Weighed and judged!

Weighed and judged!

Greeting, dear one.

'Tis we.

We would enter

into your presence.

We bow and yield

to your greatness.

O ye who penetrates the future...

who calls up the past...

who holds for us the days

that fly so fast!

Hear ye now...

the lowly one...

the child who has strayed.

Hear and judge.

Hear and judge!

Hear and judge!

I adore thee!

I am yours!

My master and my god.

I want no other!

Gracious is the light

of your countenance...

and your service

a sweet service of delight!

You feel better

after that stew, K. T?

- Yes. Thank you, Mr. Tobey.

- Sure.

...some farfetched,

wild-eyed theory!

- If you need more blankets, just call.

- Thanks.

It's gonna be all right, K.T.

Wanna read one of my books?

Blood I can see.

Bodies I can see.

I don't think so.

- How old are you, K. T?

- I'm eight.

Today.

Today? Well, then today's

your birthday.

I bet you got

a lot of nice presents too, huh?

I haven't seen them yet.

We're supposed to open them

at Grandma's house tonight...

but we got lost and came here.

Tell you what.

You wait right here, huh?

A realistic solution.

You think I'm trying

not to be realistic?

- You think I'm avoiding the situation?

- Something we can do something about.

- We got no time left for this...

- That's my point.

Theoretical religious drivel.

Everything we've talked about

has been from one viewpoint.

Happy birthday, K.T.

- Thank you, Mr. Tobey.

- Aw, that's all right.

Well, good night, everybody.

Good night, K.T.

- Thanks, Tobey.

- Good night, Tobey.

Hey, pumpkin.

About time you got some sleep.

Come on.

Tomorrow night we'll be in that

little room of yours, all right?

- Okay, Daddy.

- Give me your love.

Oh, boy.

Get some sleep.

Just admit you've tried everything

you know and you're still in the dark.

You've tried to find the cause,

and we're no farther along...

than you were

when this whole thing started.

You've tried to get out of town

a dozen times to get help...

and you were

beaten back each time.

You've tried, man, but we're not

gonna make any headway...

till we open our minds and senses and

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