The Last Witch Hunter

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I swear to you,

every single mother and daughter,

father and son taken from us

by the Black Plague will be avenged.

It is their Witch Queen

who brought this

curse upon our lands.

And in her death lies our salvation.

Be warned, brothers.

She will never truly perish

until her heart beats its last.

Let fear be dead to us.

There is no going back,

for there is nothing to go back to.

What is it, Dolan?

The Hexen are amongst us.

This place reeks of death.

Keep your wits about you.

Stay close.

It's her!

It's the Queen!

The magic.

Stay back!

By iron and fire!

Help us!

- Dolan!

- The Queen!

Heavenly Father,

protect us from these demons.

Ah!

Stay in formation, men!

Father!

Father!

Father, I missed you.

You're not real.

You can't be.

You breed like rats.

You put stone on top of stone

and then live in your own filth.

You are trespassers on our world.

This is why I created the Plague.

It's why every one of you must perish.

Ah!

By iron

and fire.

Everyone you love is gone.

I've seen it in your eyes.

You wish for death.

Today we both die.

I curse you with life.

To never know peace.

To walk the Earth alone for eternity.

You will never die.

Thank you.

Excuse me, miss?

Sir, how can I help you?

Magic.

Hey...

Watch it!

Sorry. Totally my fault.

Excuse me.

You're the witch hunter.

Yeah.

I didn't do anything.

Let's see it.

See what?

Come on.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the Captain has turned on...

Be glad you didn't get them wet.

I've been looking for these for a while.

These are ancient runes.

They can manipulate weather.

Rain, wind, cold, heat...

And you just jammed them

together in your bag?

You know what you get

when you mix a thunderstorm

with cool, moist air at 40,000 feet?

It's simple science.

Unbelievable.

You witches have no idea

the power you've got.

Oh, my God.

Are you gonna turn me

over to the Witch Council?

No.

You're gonna kill me?

Kill you?

I'm tryin' to stop you

from killing yourself.

Enjoy New York.

Sir, "Fasten seatbelts" signs are on.

I need you to take a seat.

My name is Kaulder.

I need you to get back

to your seat, Kaulder.

I'd love to hear about

growing up in Sefrou.

How'd you know?

Haven't had an accent in years.

I've met a lot of people in my life.

You'd be amazed what you pick up.

Witches live among us in secret.

Their magic passed down

from an ancient race,

diluted, half-forgotten,

but dangerously powerful.

After centuries of conflict,

a truce was forged.

Witches would be allowed to live

and govern themselves

if they followed

one strict rule, that magic

never be used against humans.

But a truce is a fragile thing.

There are some who long for

the return of the old ways,

the dark days of the Witch Queen.

It is those whom Kaulder deals with.

For 800 years, he has

served The Axe and Cross.

Together we have kept

watch and kept the peace.

Uh, I'm sorry, Father

Dolan. He's in a meeting.

Oh.

The meeting has concluded.

I serve The Axe and Cross

in a very different manner.

I am the 36th Dolan, and

I write Kaulder's history.

I am his handler, his confessor,

and, I like to think, his friend.

You have no sense of time.

Course I do. It's just

different than yours.

I assume your mission was a success?

You recovered the weather

runes without incident?

What happened to the iPad I gave you?

I re-gifted it.

We're not all as adaptable as you.

You know paper's the past.

It's also a useful object

on which to record it.

Are you reminiscing

about the Ludwig affair?

I'm in a sentimental mood.

Ah.

About my retirement?

That's why you've come back.

We have had a good run.

We took out some nasty covens.

You're really ready to call it quits?

It's only been 50 years.

I'm finally getting used to you.

Oh. Is that all it took?

I'll miss you, kid.

This is a Waterman 402.

I had your initials engraved on it.

It's very rare.

Probably lowered the value quite a bit.

Not to me.

You reconsider, you can still keep the pen.

I think you'll like my successor.

I'm leaving you in more modern hands.

What about the vow you took?

I vowed to face death at your side.

Not to work until I keel over.

Thirty-five Dolans have come before you.

Here's to the only one

whose advice I ever listened to.

Only to ignore it.

But I always listen.

What if you were retiring, too?

I mean, what would you do

if your next mission was your last?

But it won't be.

Humor me.

I have no complaints.

Every day I wake up,

the world sleeps a little easier.

Kaulder, you have tasted more of life

than I can ever imagine,

but it's been a long time

since you really lived.

You're missing out on the best part

of our brief stay in this world.

The part where you share it.

Find someone to trust.

I trust you.

Perhaps someone a little more comely.

I know, I haven't lived

as long and rich a life as you,

but I do know that there is more to it

than a parade of stewardesses

marching to the dulcet tones

of Moonlight Sonata.

Now what in the world do you know

about stewardesses anyway?

I wasn't born a priest.

Let's do some work.

I know you think it's dull,

but let's start at the beginning.

It goes without saying,

but you've served with great distinction.

If I may, when I meet Kaulder tomorrow,

I should play it cool, right?

No coffee until after the ritual.

Don't worry about your style.

He'll take the piss out of you anyway.

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