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The Heretics In today's episode we catch up with Detective Faust
and Lilith as they navigate the streets and the old parts of the
city as they search for the address Jack found after
pickpocketing the werewolf, avoiding any sign of patrolling
police or anyone suspicious looking.
It was unsettling, all of it, just how much this part of the
city had really gone to the dumps.
If you've ever heard the phrase the wrong side of the tracks,
well, where this address was leading us was definitely that.
This is one of the older parts of the city, why let it go to
waste? Been asking myself that for
years. Lots of history here.
Sadly busted quite a few low lives during some shady shit in
this area. Good hideouts, but always the
first place we looked when we got word about any shady
business going down while I was on the force.
This is the place. Seems to be an old hotel.
What troubles your Zola? What?
Oh, sorry, I don't hide my feelings well, do I?
No, not like I think. Sorry, I just I always hate when
he does that. Does what?
Bossing me around, telling me what to do.
He always did that when we were kids.
He's protective of you. Yes, I guess that's one way to
look at it, but that's when we were kids.
Do you think he's still cares for you?
How far back do these go? My books.
Yes. My library, it's been passed
down for generations. Anything in here about the three
witches? The witches tree, yes.
Place has seen better days. That's for sure.
God's name to you. Oh, it's you.
She said you'd show up sometime. What?
What the hell is she talking about?
Who said I would show up sometime soon?
Madam Zola, Of course Zola. She gave me an old pick of you 2
said I know you when you entered.
Oh, she was right. OK, this is all a little bit
stranger. How did she know I would show up
here? Well now I don't know.
I just do as I'm told. Well, I should say I don't mind
helping, especially if they pay the rent.
Give me no. Trouble at all?
Rent. She had a place here.
Well, yes Sir, paid on time the last few years, lovely lady.
Few years. What's wrong?
Forgive me all time. Did she say anything else?
Said give you these no questions asked.
Room 31. Floor 13.
Careful child, that is very. Old, I know.
How do you know how to handle such old texts as well?
Well, my dad liked collecting old books and the sisters of
Babylon, they have a secret library full of ancient
writings. So you're always been interested
in ancient texts? Oh yes, quite a lot.
The father used to read some to me when I was a kid.
Your father, you stop each other.
What? You told me that when we first
met. Oh, right, yes.
What are you looking for? What's this?
That's the codex. Visit us.
This is. Written by Milan himself.
It says. It says what Ola?
How the hell is this place still standing?
It's worse off than the halls of the Sisterhood of Searcy.
What are you talking about? Ancient sisterhood that
worshipped the Greek sorceress. They called apart her once, but
they got me instead. They lived in an old, rundown
remnant leftover from the Mount Suvi's corruption.
It collapsed. Are you OK?
I'm. Not sure something feels.
Off. Yeah, I feel it too.
Well, here we are. We cautiously entered the
apartment. The old Musk of times gone by
bill it out like smoke from a fire, the stale taste of decades
past with each breath taken. The light switch didn't do a
damn thing, so I turned on my flashlight.
Place looked like they hadn't been lived in since prohibition.
Only trails through the dust covering the floor showed some
sign of recent life. I followed the trail cautiously
toward what looked like the kitchen area.
Jack, something strange has happened here.
This whole thing is strange. There's something here, I can
feel it. Me too.
The putrid smell of rotten food filled my nostrils as we entered
the kitchen. Weeks old food sat out on the
weather old table in the corner. I continued following the path
through the dust. I turned a corner and entered
what looked like an old study. I surveyed the room.
Why did the trail stop here? This room feels off.
We have to be close, but I don't see anything.
It's just a fucking empty room. Because you don't know what to
look for. Like what?
On the far side of the room was an old bookshelf, a few old
books frozen in time on the shelves.
But the dust on the floor, that told a different story that
there. What the bookshelf?
Yeah, look at the floor, the dust.
Looks like 1/2 moon. I began to feel around the
bookshelves, looking for some sort of trigger, and then began
pulling the books. A book on the far right of the
third shelf looked older than the others, The binding read
King Solomon's minds. I grabbed the book.
It was stuck, wouldn't move. I then took both of my hands
with all my strength. A.
Hidden room A. Feeling of dread overcame me as
we crossed the room's threshold. A light switch stuck out like a
sore thumb. This one worked this time,
though I wish I hadn't turned it on.
I asked you what it says, child. I heard you.
Didn't respond. It says you're the protector.
Of what? Part of the Necronautica.
Part of the legend I didn't tell you and Jack, so that makes you
the seeker. Seeker.
Drop the game. Your true self is revealed to
Code as Veritas was created by Merlin to test those who said
they wanted to join his fight against the tree.
Which gods revealing their true nature and your scars no longer
hit the child? The gravity of standing in this
room felt like I was violating something sacred.
I wasn't supposed to see that symbols on the wall, the ones
that we've been seeing written in what I hoped was red paint,
but I knew better than the fully burnt candles.
The wax mounds that remained were scattered all over the
room. It's a shrine.
And one that's been used a lot toward the center of the biggest
wall in the room. Red and black candle wax and
case. The edges of a very old looking
stained glass window which showed 3 black ghostly figures
floating on the floor. Below that are three smaller
stained glass windows encased in mountains of candle wax, each
with a different macabre figure. The witch is 3.
The Witch Gods. Yes.
These look ancient. Jack the table.
I moved toward the table. It was also covered in mountains
of candle wax as well. Two spots look like where books
used to sit, and something had been carved into the wax around
them. I grabbed the chair to stand up
on and get a higher look. And the wax wasn't some ancient
language, just plain English. It said the heretics will rise
after the heretics fall. Those practicing heresy I.
Know that what I want to know is who.
But then something caught my eye.
I hopped down and took out my pocket knife.
I began removing some of the dried wax.
There were photos. Old photos beneath the wax
mounds. I got one loose.
Jack, who is that? My stomach sank.
It was a photo taken in this room.
Jack. My head began to spin trying to
make sense of what I was seeing. Jack.
It's it's Sola's father. I mean, I haven't seen him since
I was a kid, but I couldn't forget that man's stone cold
demeanour. But in this photo, he was
wearing some strange ceremonial robe, and he was also holding
the book, the one Zola gave me, the book that's sitting in my
office. The next photo.
I wasn't prepared for that. That shook me.
Oh my God. Is that it's?
So blood about 12 years old. What are they?
You don't want to know, trust me.
Then my blood ran cold. Another photo behind that one,
stuck together by the wax. I peeled them apart.
It looks like an ancient ritual, similar to who's standing next
to Zola in that one. Son of a bitch.
What? Who is it?
It's Miriam. Miriam St.
Claph. We need to.
Go now. What the hell?
Fine, there's the voice echoed
all around the world surrounding us.
What? Is this saying?
Jack. They bolted toward the door.
Jack I. What was the voice saying?
It was trying to compel me. Compel you to.
Kill us. What?
It said take his life, take yours, fulfill the next step,
die so we can begin. Let's get out of here.
Jack, who the hell is Miriam Saint Cloud?
We need to get to Lady Bowling now.
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The night seemed to drag on more than usual for Jack.
He and Lilith quickly made their way back to Lady Boleyn's hidden
palace in the city. Jack, with pistol ready,
entered, not knowing what to expect.
Lady Bolin? Ezekiel.
What the fuck? What?
The hell happened here? No.
What? Who?
Lady Bolin? Zeke.
The place had been destroyed. Something had even taken the
peaceful smell the place had and replaced it with something so
foul I was trying not to gag. And then I stopped it in my
tracks. A putrid skeleton lay before me,
smoke still rising from what I could only assume was what used
to be flesh around it. Jacked over there.
Zeke, what happened Zola Zola she she what she killed by lady
Borden dear God's seek, is that her over there?
Ezekiel was barely hanging on, but he nodded, confirming the
smoking skeleton and flesh was Lady Baldwin, and he pulled me
closer. She got got, she got What if
there are no hang on, damn it. She took part of Negro Nautica.
Bolin protected Barta. This isn't good, Jack.
It I wasn't sure where to go from this moment.
Ezekiel lay dying in my arms, Lady Bolin was dead, and Zola
what the hell is her game? My thoughts stopped as Ezekiel
gasped one last breath. So.
Do you bent tall sodium thigh opened is.
This what he found in the pills. I laid Ezekiel's head down
gently and closed his eyes. I stood up, looked away around
me for any clues I could find of where Zola might be heading.
She had part of the Necronautica now.
Seems Lady Bowen had her secrets as well.
Jack. Shit couldn't stick around long.
That sounded like those sirens were heading our way and she
called the cops. I made my way out of the
building as quickly as I could. And then, just as I thought, we
went clear. Hands up, Faust.
Great, this speech. Again, I said hands up.
Cut the shit, Lawson. I need you to come with me, and
if I refuse, I'm the one aiming the gun at your.
Face. Let me take over and carve this
asshole up. What's it going to be, Jack?
What is Zola's end game? Has she been behind everything?
Can Jack trust Detective Lawson? Can Lilith help solve the case?
Find out on next week's episode of The Demonic Detective.
Today's episode featured the talents of Jonathan W Robbins as
Jack Boust, Shelley Wagoner as Lilith A Martinez as Detective
Lawson, Julian Claire as Madame Zola, Nathan Shelton as the
Narrator, Janique English as Lady Boleyn, Chris English as
Ezekiel Pendragon, and with Jordan Berger as the reporter
and breaking news anchor Ryan Smith and Jason Brazier as
additional voices, edited by Jason Brazier.
Original score by Rob Padgett. Ending song performed by Rob
Padgett. Ending song lyrics by Jason
Brazier, Written and directed by Jason Brazier, Produced by Jason
Brazier and Jonathan W Robbins. The Demonic Detective is a SAG
after production. Where's the winds of New Salem
bird? We watch as the world erupts in
flames, warming ourselves with the fire, never knowing if it
was sparked by our shade or if it's few.
To. Hide our desires will cry, say,
go from across town, yet we ignore stubborn and stir not
following their faith is now a cry as the winds of New Salem.
Bird. When will it be our turn to be
the wind? Says New Salem Bird.