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Flintlock Syndicate Productions presents the Demonic Detective
Chapter 7 The Three Fates. Previously, Detective Faust and
Lilith were taken to the New Salem Police Department where
they were confronted by Madame Zola and learned of her true
intentions, making Lilith able to be seen by Jack outside of
his mind and threatening them about the prophecy of the three
witch gods. We catch up with the unlikely
duo, supernaturally trapped in Jack's office, coming to a
realization. We need to translate all of this
as fast as we can, she. Wants us to translate all of
this. Have you not noticed the fucking
door opening slightly every time?
Yes. I fucking noticed I'm not blind.
Fine. I attempted to see if we could
get out of the office window. Well laughed at me stating she
had tried that already. I mean, I didn't know what else
to do. I knew something didn't feel
right in my gut. We needed to get out of this
place, but trying to translate this shit seemed like the only
way. Wait, maybe there's something in
the old case files? Is that the shake lab case file?
Yes, we don't have time to waste.
OK, OK. Where is Zola heading?
The asylum on the outside of the city, that's that's where Miriam
ended up. Why?
I don't have time to explain right now, just translate.
All right, for fuck's sake. Come on.
I'm working as fast as I can, so
A is this symbol, B is this and. Then this would be AD.
Yes, move that over there. Brilliant, brilliant.
OK, here, let me do that part. Well, if we've got to work
faster. She still hasn't ate any food.
No, Doctor Griggs, nothing. Just normal silent protest.
She hasn't spoken a word in a few years, nor she cut herself
and used him to paint on the walls floor in that time either.
She's been in silent protest already.
This is new, changing her patterns.
Yes, started facing the wall on the South side of her cell.
She'd been facing the other one. Anything else?
Well, nothing of note, I mean. You mean what?
Just a strange feeling. Probably nothing, just ever
since she started facing the other wall.
Feels like she's waiting on something.
We're all waiting for something, Mary.
And my dear, we're coming in. Please stay next to your bed.
What the hell are they sounding? The alarm?
For hard. I watched Lilith translate the
message at supernatural speed. I was able to catch up at parts
to help, but I was growing impatient.
My mind was running with imagining what Zola had planned,
especially with that Miriam, that cold hearted bitch.
It was getting harder to focus, but my anger kept me on track.
Lilith stopped for a moment, looking frantically around her
notes, but I saw it. I pointed at the symbol on the
page below the grimoire with the throat quickly and after a
moment. OK, that's all the symbols
translated. OK, now move that over there and
let's move these over here. What about there?
I'm working and there it is. Son of a bitch.
Let it be foretold of the witches. 3 The faith that draws
together binds. Death is only the beginning, you
see. Strength and power and death
they find, rise from the ashes and live once again.
Live again, and the vessel's chosen, the one of two souls
will make it so, and days of light shall become frozen as
Wormwood prepares the way with evil's glow.
Wait, yet one shall come before him to knock on eternity's
gates. Spilling her own blood is the
first. Key becoming she who silently
waits, her power dormant until the other heractical vessels
come to make 3. Then the three fates shall rise
from the Crimson Dawn and begin the incantation of Babylon's
Psalm. Well, that's.
The prophecy. The door is open.
Hand me that case file, we've got to go now.
Just calm down, we're safer and here if something is going
wrong. Nobody is safe.
Miriam, did you? Just coming.
Who's coming, Miriam? Why the other heretics?
Of course we were prepared. It was my job to knock on the
gates to start the journey. Of what journey?
This very moment. What the fuck is that?
As your witch. Finder.
General, I stand by my sentencing of Thaddeus Corwin by
pressing I will be there and help place the rocks upon his
body. I will not be one of these
politicians. Make something happen and then
not be in there. For it our.
Wonderful citizens have been turning in those involved in
witchcraft if it's overwhelming or jails again, so we need to
get ahead of it. I will be holding a mass
sentencing starting next week to move things along.
I was driving as fast as I could to the old asylum, but I sure as
hell I wasn't going to listen to the Witch Finder general on the
radio. He just reminded me of how this
city was losing its damn mind, regressing back to the divine
madness that had taken hold of it in 1692.
So this Miriam Dan some dark shit.
Yeah, I killed her family in an offering and then the former
mayor's family in a ritual sacrifice to open some gate to
the afterlife, she said. It says here she said she was
knocking. She kept saying knock, knock,
knock over and over again and then some nonsense.
What kind of nonsense? Something about preparing the
way. Like knocking on eternities.
Gates shit. The prophecy said Then days of
light shall become frozen, as Wormwood prepares the way with
evil's glow. Yet one shall come before him to
knock on attorney's feet, spilling her own blood as the
first key. What the fuck?
You don't think someone's spilling blood?
We got to go faster. Miriam, what the hell is all
this? The one with two souls.
Read the prophecy. What in God?
'S name. Oh.
Not his name. Now be a good boy and open the
door. What the?
Hell do you want? Simple my dear, to feed my pet.
What? Are you doing?
Stop. Stop here.
Let. Me help you.
It is time, my dear. I am ready.
I have. Waited.
For this moment. So have I, sister, so have I.
The asylum was already crawling with New Salem PD.
This many cops meant only one thing in this city.
I started making my way to the front entrance.
Detective Boust, What do? You think you're doing blossoms
lackey? God I hate this kid.
I'm going to check on my client move.
I'm afraid I can't let you in a. Piece of advice kid, never try
and stop a determined man that's.
Good advice, officer. Corey.
Good words to live by. Now.
Why have you stopped Detective Faust?
The outside lights illuminated Huxley, his blonde hair, blue
eyes, the black KP wore it draped over his shoulders, kept
the rain off his priest like outfit.
Then there was this forced calmness in his face.
Very unsettling. He's he's been showing up to our
crime scenes. He what?
Detective Lawson. Said Officer Corey.
I'll handle this. Forgive me Detective Faust, but
my name is. Archibald Huxley, New Salem's
Witch Finder General. Well, seems my reputation
precedes me. His reputation did precede him.
I'd heard about him a few years ago, after the Roanoke incident.
More than you know. Now, detective, no need to get
salty. I'm only doing the Lord's will.
I'll divine madness if you ask me.
Divine. Yes, madness.
Well, that's usually what the bewitched say we suffer from as
we drag them out of their homes to protect their loved ones.
But the guilty always think the prosecution is bad.
Spoken like a true man of God. Now if you'll excuse me.
Are you sure you want to go in? Get the hell out of my way,
General. Very well, the detective word of
advice. What's that?
Never get in the way of a righteous man's work.
Let's go, Jack. The stench of curdled blood was
thick as I made my way through the halls, following the lines
of officers. The stench grew as I went deeper
down the halls. It was so bad that I had to put
my handkerchief up to my face. Claw Marks and body parts
decorated the hallways Once beautiful white marble floors
and walls it. Seems our werewolf friend has
struck again. As if we neared her cell, a few
men in the doorway looked at me, and then silence.
As I got closer, they bowed their heads.
I wasn't sure if it was out of respect or pity.
I stood in the entrance, feeling my knees get weak.
I balanced myself against the door frame.
Three bodies in the middle of the room lay in a unique manner.
The blood on the floors used to draw the same damn symbols we
deciphered earlier. I moved closer cautiously.
My God, Jack, I'm sorry. Zola's lifeless body lay in the
center of a circle. The blood trail from her slit
throat formed a rune like circle around her.
Miriam St. Cloud and Morgon Alastair lay
outside the circle, the blood from their slit wrists mixing
with zolas into the circle. From the circle a a word or what
looked like a word was formed. Mor.
S. Jack the walls.
I looked at where Lilith was pointing.
The words were all over the walls, written in blood,
crudely. Death is only the beginning.
That's what it means. Who was at this moment?
I froze. The gravity of the scene sank
into my soul. I could feel a tear escape my
left eye. I'd knelt down next to Zola, her
eyes wide open. Her face almost froze, somewhere
between sheer terror and ecstasy.
I'm sorry. I then gently closed her eyes.
I'd never remember them the same way again.
Let's go. Jack, Hey, Jack.
Hey, listen, I just, I wanted to to say that I'm sorry.
For what? For Zola.
Jack, come on, let's. Go.
I know she was an old friend. I remember her visiting when you
first started at the station. She's dead, her throat slit, and
she looked like she was happy as she bled out.
The girl who grew up down the street for me.
The one who believed in me. My crazy dream to become a
lawman when no one else would. She's dead, gone, and for what?
Well, I. Don't know.
You don't know. I guess I wasn't expecting you
to. What the hell does that mean?
Miriam St. Cloud.
That's what it means. The woman from our last fucking
case together who should have been put to death for the
ungodly things she did. Something we both agreed on.
And then when faced with standing your ground with your
partner, in the end you took the money and tossed me to the
wolves, letting her sit in the fucking asylum.
Fucking crazy man, your friend just died.
What the hell does Miriam St. Cloud have to do with this?
She's lying next to her. So is Morgan Alistair.
Jack. Hey, don't turn your back to me
when I'm talking to you and. Let me give you some advice old
friend. Jack.
Walk away from all of this. Just walk away and don't look
back. You're good at that.
Hey, Jack, let him go. Come on.
I really hate that fucker. The ride back to the office was
quiet. Well, it didn't say much.
My guess is that since she was part of me, she could feel what
I was feeling, though I wasn't so sure myself at the moment.
We both watched the city lights illuminate the night like
candles dancing in the dark as we drove.
New Salem, a city that keeps stabbing at your soul, leaving
scars, unhealed wounds every damn day, and darkness of the
back alleys has extended its shadows into the streets, into
the daylight, reaching out and infecting those it touches.
How does crazy shit like this happen?
Even as we see it play out before us we seem to ignore it.
Like no this can't be happening. And then it keeps getting worse.
Mass infection of twisted faith. Invoking God to justify what
they deem as righteous works being Gods hands on earth
driving them to kill others or themselves.
It's divine madness. The days passed slowly, but they
finally turned into weeks. And I was still haunted by
Zola's eyes. It's like they were staring back
at me no matter where I looked. So you think it's too broad to
it? Yes, Sir.
Yes. Yeah.
I believe Madam Zola and Morgan Alistair were responsible for
your wife's death. Any others?
I believe more killings could be connected going back to the
bodies found near the killing fields.
I'll get. That connected well, detective.
Fast as always. You put many men on the squad to
shame. There is one more thing.
What? Would that?
Be would you look into the shipments of sodium thiopental?
Damn. What the hell?
Is that I found a bill of Laden at the Corwin house.
It's also an ingredient in Max Hex's Witch Finder pills.
What are? You thinking?
Nothing right now, just having a hunch.
I'm going to look into it more. OK, well.
Let me know how that hunch pans out, Jack.
Yeah, I'll see if I can find. Out.
Uh huh. And.
Again, thank. You anytime.
Any luck with the radio yet? Not sure if it's a shitty radio
if my presence fucks with a signal.
My own personal demon, both of us brought together by a fate
stuck with his damn curse, learning to live with it but
longing to break it. I know the answer is out there
Will. Yes.
We will figure this out how to break this curse.
I know, but you seem to have something else on your mind.
How do you? Bite divine madness.
You mean when everyone has seemingly lost their fucking
minds and justifies their actions by invoking religion or
God or whatever deity or deities?
Yeah, that it seems like the city has been slowly losing its
mind for a while now. And General Huxley, well, he
takes the cake. The power of belief justifying
what he thinks is the right course of action, That that's
the most dangerous kind of belief.
What happened in Roanoke with him?
Well, who is it? Oh, I do believe I'm looking for
a a Detective Faust. Jack Faust.
What's the problem? My, my wife, she's dead.
She's literally she's, she's dried up.
Look at Prunel what that moving picture with them with What's
his name? Carlo Something.
Boris Karloff, are you talking about the Mummy?
Yes, that one please I I need his help.
I have money, please. One case at a time.
What? Is the detective in?
You asked how you fight divine madness.
You do it one case at a time, finally.
Turn it up. I like that one.
I'm. I'm Detective Jack Faust.
That sounds like we have a strange case on our hands.
When did this happen? 2 days ago Please vote.
You cast a spell on me when you walk through my door from the
past. I didn't see you begging my
heart up off the floor. So bewitching.
Today's episode featured the talents of Jonathan W Robbins as
Jack Faust, Shelley Wagoner as Lilith, Vanessa Leoni as Oregon
Alistair, Julian Claire as Madame Zola A Martinez as
Detective Lawson, Nathan Shelton as the Narrator, Ed Robinson as
Archibald Huxley, The Witch Finder General Jason Brazier as
Wolfsbane, and Summer Brazier as Miriam St.
Cloud. Additional voices provided by
Ryan Smith, Chris English, and Janique English.
Written and directed by Jason Brazier, Produced by Jason
Brazier and Jonathan W Robbins, edited by Jason Brazier.
Original score by Rob Padgett, Possessed Me.
Music by Rob Padgett, vocals performed by Leel Kadar and
lyrics by Jason Brazier. The Demonic Detective is a sag
after a production. Straight to the heart of the
matter. I'm in all the pain inside
trying to climb my nibbles down. There's that are these rules of
love cannot abide, so be with you.
How can it be my heart that is so honey you've possessed?
Every inch of you who belongs to me, Your grasp.
I can no longer start. I wanna be yours.
It's true because position is 9/10 of the law.
My heart thought it, I'm so hard.
Here. You've
possessed.