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He loves his boys, Blackwood, until he doesn't.
Speak, then. What did you dream of?
Hail Satan! Hail Lucas!
So, young Ms. Spellman!
Perhaps the Dark Lord won't come.
Prohibere!
Table ten. Away from Brother Bierce.
Well, I've... I've changed inside.
In the name of Satan, I call forth
lift me up, and exalt me for all eternity.
It is Our Dark Lord's will, Zelda.
You better run. You little prick.
What time is it, Hilda?
My father charged me with putting a stop to Father Blackwood, Nick,
And... He may not visit.
Nothing she'd want, at any rate.
A bold doctrine to reform the Church of Night.
- Perhaps we should... - Sabrina Spellman, Your Disgrace.
Why, the Church of Night, of course.
"Second. Not only may witch-kind lay with, love with,
as is customary?
Oh, this is Prudence Night.
Prudence.
in which we're ever married, Adam.
[chuckles]
Let it be known there is no proof to any of this.
It takes everything from her.
Ask Prudence Night, she was there.
It's... It's like the High Priest is preying on our family.
It pleases me, Faustus, to see such firm and potent youths among our dark ranks.
There might be some good news.
But I know someone who can help me put the pieces together.
Quite right.
Or you can tell us why you are so Hell-bent on hurting my sister.
What do you mean?
Three. The Sons of Satan are the swineherds of man.
[doors creaking]
Sadly, he perished before we could meet and discuss his philosophies.
for the world to celebrate.
After all, it is our Dark Lord's divine right to visit any bride-to-be
What is this doing?
You, I'm surmising, were merely his instrument.
So you see, it's quite impossible for me to imagine a scenario
Except I'm not dead yet, Gray.
And now, by the unholy power invested in me...
Sister Jackson.
Yes. The very same Ambrose who plotted to blow up the Vatican.
- No! No! Father, please! - Faustus!
[man] Greg, move your head!
[insects chirping]
- I'm sorry. - I'm not.
Ambrose. Ambrose. There, there.
Sabri... Oh!
[all] Hail Satan!
No more threats, Lady Blackwood.
[sighs]
Yes, because he thought Father Blackwood was gonna slaughter him.