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