Where the Devil Hides

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For blessed are the dead who die

unto the Lord, for my enemies...

The Devil has been invited

into New Bethlehem

under our watch.

The signs of the Drommelkind

are clear to all with open eyes.

Six girls born on the sixth day

of the sixth month.

Their 18th birthdays approach.

One will emerge.

Get another cloth!

It's another girl.

The prophecy.

Push!

Push! Push! Push!

I need scissors! Thank you.

Bear down!

Push!

Almost here. Push.

It's a girl.

Oh, please, Elders, don't.

Midnight approaches. The

rapture is at stake.

Number five.

It's a girl.

Step aside.

Please let it be a boy.

Elder Beacon.

These births are an abomination.

I will not let you do this.

Six girls.

These births are a miracle, Elder.

He is here. I can feel his presence.

The prophecy is being fulfilled.

Step aside, Jacob.

You are not killing these babies.

Are you insane?!

Go to sleep, go to sleep

Go to sleep, little Rose

Go to sleep...

I'm so sorry, sweet Rose.

But I can't let this

prophecy come to light.

Forgive me. Forgive me.

Forgive me. Forgive me.

Forgive me. Forgive me.

Go to sleep.

Oh, my God. Catherine, what have you done?

This is the only remedy.

Hey, what are we doing about our birthday?

- Oh, I don't know.

- Something fun.

What about a pony ride and a banquet lunch

like when we were children?

- What?

- What's so funny about that?

Pony rides and a banquet lunch?

We're turning 18, Sarah, not eight.

All right, we're just

throwing around ideas.

Yeah, let's just have another

horribly boring birthday.

Wait, wait, I got it.

How about a moonlit dinner

with long tables and candles...

And you seated between

Warren Adler and Lucas Finch.

Come in. The water feels great.

What the hell are you doing?

Going for a swim.

You're such an a**hole.

Get out!

Come on, we have to leave!

Abby.

Abigail, come on!

Abby. Abby.

Abby, come here.

Abby, come here, put this on.

Mary!

What happened?

Mary...

Come on, you can do it.

Oh, God. Come on. Come on, Mary.

Come on.

She's going to be okay.

She's going to be okay.

She's going to be okay.

Oh, come on, Mary.

Yeah, get it all out.

You're gonna be okay.

You just swallowed a little bit of water.

Thanks.

Abby.

We need to go. Now.

We should've never come here.

We can't tell anyone about the boys.

Elder Beacon will shun us.

I said we shouldn't go to the lake.

Really, Sarah, they were just boys.

They were town boys and naked.

- No one needs to know.

- But we can't lie.

Don't they talk about us enough as it is?

You're sure you're all right, Mary?

Yes, I'm fine.

Good night, then.

Well, bye.

Your fits always scare me.

I gotta get home.

I have chores to do.

Elder Stone on patrol.

Are you sure about supper?

Well, then I suppose

we'll just have to talk

about your first kiss tomorrow.

What?

What are you talking about?

What first kiss?

Father?

Father?

No! No!

No! No! No!

No! No! No!

No! No!

No, please!

No! No!

No! No!

Mary, where have you been?

I'm sorry, I had another

one of my episodes.

Have some water. Come sit down.

Are you all right?

How bad was it this time?

Medium.

They're getting worse.

They're not getting worse.

She hasn't had one for years,

and then she had one three days

ago and another one today?

- Where were you?

- The lake.

The near side or the far?

I'm not quite sure what

the difference makes.

Mary, watch your tone.

I'm sorry, Rebekah.

The far.

Have you nothing to say to this

that she insists on defying rules?

I hardly think a swim

is tantamount to treason.

- Mary, Mary...

- Thomas, be quiet.

- It was your idea to go off...

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