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I was cast into
being in the winter of 1795.

A living corpse without a soul,

stitched, jolted...

bludgeoned back to
life by a madman.

Horrified by his creation,
he tried to destroy me.

But I survived and found
my way back to him.

Elizabeth!

A life for a life,
that's what I wanted.

I took that of his
beloved new bride.

He pursued me to the far north.

I was immune to the cold.

He was not.

I buried him in his
family cemetery.

It was more than he deserved.

I thought it was the end,

but it was actually
just the beginning.

We have been waiting for you.

You will come with us.

Stop! Naberius wanted
it brought back alive!

That was the last of them.

What do you suppose it was?

I don't know.

Never seen a human
kill a demon before,

and with such strength.

It's been a long time

since I've seen demons
this far north.

There must have been
something special about it,

something Naberius wanted.

"Victor Frankenstein."

The rumors are true.

H's alive.

It's alive!

Your Majesty!

No more than a wild
beast, Your Majesty.

Destroy it and be done with this.

So, you understand reason.

Where am I? How did I get here?

The creatures that attacked
you, what did they want?

- I don't know!
- We heard them speak of Naberius.

Seems he wants this thing alive.

If Naberius wants it alive,

all the more reason to destroy it.

No!

Gideon.

"Him," not "it."

My name is Leonore, High
Queen of the Gargoyle Order.

This is Gideon,
my most trusted warrior.

You were attacked by four demons

under the command of a dark
prince called Naberius.

Fortunately, Ophir and
Keziah were on watch nearby.

They realized who you were
and brought you here,

to our home.

The Gargoyle Order was
commanded into being

by the great Archangel Michael.

It is our sacred duty to wage
war against the demon horde.

666 legions of
hell-spawned creatures

unleashed by Satan after
his fall from heaven.

Humans think of us
as mere decoration.

They do not know, nor could they
conceive of the brutal, unseen war

being fought around them every day.

A war that may one day
determine the very fate

of all mankind.

You have now been
drawn into this war.

I care not for the world of man.

Yes, we've heard the
stories of you.

Shunned by your human
creator, lost and alone.

You would be welcome here.

Until we learn why
Naberius wants you,

I ask that you stay with us,

safe within these hallowed walls.

I go my own way.

Your Majesty, this thing murdered
Victor Frankenstein's wife.

All in the heat of passion,

driven by emotions he was
never taught to control.

He may be more human
than he realizes.

I understand Frankenstein
never offered you a name.

I should like to call you

Adam.

I promise you this, Adam.

Each of us has a higher purpose.

Yours has simply yet
to reveal itself.

These are but some of the scapulars

of our fallen brothers and sisters.

We have always been
outnumbered in battle.

Now, after many
hard-fought victories,

our ranks have thinned.

Demons, however, remain strong.

To help you survive against them,

the Queen has asked us to
provide you with weapons.

Demons can only be
descended by sacramentals,

blessed objects such as the
crucifix or holy water.

Any object can be made
sacramental by marking them

with the blessed symbol
of the Gargoyle Order.

Descended?

When a demon is killed

its spirit descends to hell,

where it remains trapped
for all eternity.

How do you descend a gargoyle?

We are sacramental beings of
light and good. We ascend.

And only at the hands of godless
creatures that have no souls.

You do not want those.
They are blunt and crude,

and far too heavy to wield.

Adam, you have strength
and speed and stamina

far beyond that of any human.
You would use those gifts.

Take sides in a war that
you are already a part of.

I do not care how many
demons it descended.

You should've let me destroy it.

I am not blind to the risks.

The fact is, Adam is alive,

and all life is sacred.

- It is not human born.
- Neither are we, Gideon.

Here.

Lock this in the vault.

It must never fall
into Naberius' hands.

It is but a book, Your Majesty.

It is written proof that God is now
no longer the sole creator of man.

Adam.

If ever you should
change your mind,

you will always find refuge here.

Trusting others is a
mistake you only make once.

And so I resolved to seek out

the farthest corners of the earth

where no human,

demon or gargoyle
would ever find me.

So many years passed,
I lost track of time,

yet I did not grow old
and die, as humans do.

Victor Frankenstein's final curse.

I thought Naberius'
demons had forgotten me.

But I was wrong.

And I unleashed all
my rage upon them.

I had hidden long enough.

Now I would hunt those
who were hunting me.

I returned to the place
I had left so long ago.

The human world had changed
in the time I had been gone.

But some things had not changed.

If the demons could find
me in the wilderness,

it was only a matter of time
before they found me here.

Which is why I had
to find them first.

Naberius, where is he?

Police!

Put down your weapon!

Good evening, Mr. Wessex.

Where does life begin
and where does it end?

Tonight's experiment represents the
culmination of three years of work...

Time is fleeting, Dr. Wade.
I'd ask that you not waste mine.

Commencing reanimation sequence.

Patch clamp amplifier set.

Pulse generators calibrated.

ICD wiring in right ventricle.

Energy output set to three joules.

For the record, subject's
heart is currently dormant.

Firing current in three, two, one.

Clear and shock.

Muscle spasms in the
upper torso and legs.

Looks good.

Detecting intracellular electrical
activity in both atria.

We are in the ventricles.

We have an atrial flutter.
Watch out for ectopics.

Irregular ectopic beats
have begun on schedule.

Ventricular fibrillation. Subject's
going into cardiac arrest.

Up the current to 50 joules.

Current raised to 50.

The heart rate's spiking.
There's no defibrillation.

- Double it.
- Current set to 100.

Pulse is fading! Terra!

Double it again!

- No, I can't!
- I said double it!

That'll kill it!

It's already dead!

200 joules.

Come on.

Live.

There's a heartbeat.

Switch to life support.

Life support functioning.

Sinus rhythm established.

It's breathing.

Sir, we have a situation.

You're certain?

No, sir. But the way it attacked,

strong and fast, like a gargoyle.

It descended seven of us.
I managed to fight it off.

I think I wounded it.
I think it's wounded.

It descended seven demons,

yet you escaped?

Well, I thought you'd
want to hear this.

Yes, you presumed.

You presumed to know what I want.

Well, considering how long

you've been hunting the creature...

And you thought I'd want you
to tell me about the creature

rather than capture it yourself.

That's the choice you made.

Yeah.

It's interesting.

Do not ever

presume to know what I want.

Is that understood?

Forgive me,

Prince Naberius.

Ophir, if you think...

No.

No!

When do you begin the final stage?

Uh, Mr. Wessex, our bodies
are the most complex

living organisms in the universe.

Animating a simple
rat is one thing,

but a human is still
far out of reach.

Is it? What do you
know of a scientist

by the name of Victor Frankenstein?

Frankenstein is a myth.

A horror story made
up to scare children.

All scientists are
skeptics, Dr. Wade.

However, I would've suspected

that a scientist in
your particular field

would have to wonder
if such stories

just might have some basis in fact.

Well, electricity couldn't
be harnessed in the 1790s

let alone channeled into a...
A human subject.

And where did he go?
Why did he disappear?

If he really animated
a human corpse,

why not share his technology
with the rest of the world

to save lives, cure paralysis?

Perhaps he wasn't as magnanimous
as you are, Doctor.

Every scientist keeps a record.

Even when their experiments
end in failure.

Look, there ought to be at least
a record of his work somewhere.

Drawings or a set
of notes. Something.

Just because something
is yet to be found,

does not mean it doesn't exist.

But if Frankenstein was real,

if he really did animate a human,

would it help you to study it?

Well, yes, absolutely.

But, Mr. Wessex,

it would have to be over
200 years old by now.

There would be nothing left
but a few brittle bones.

It's the first and only one
of its kind, Dr. Wade.

Who's to say how long such
a subject might live?

Ours is a war that must
be fought in the shadows.

It is not an open battlefield
for you to do as you please.

I'm descending demons, aren't I?

Do not pretend that you are
doing this for us or mankind!

You care only about yourself, Adam.

Do you know a human was
killed in that alley tonight?

I didn't kill him.

Your actions led
directly to his death.

I'll be more careful next time.

There will not be a next time.

You will remain here until the
Queen decides what to do with you.

You cannot keep me here, Leonore.

I can hardly risk unleashing you
on the streets of this city.

My life is my own. You
will not take it from me.

Your life was not granted
to you by the grace of God!

It was fabricated in a laboratory!

And until you learn to use it
wisely, I will do what I must!

Then you are no
better than Naberius!

When I met you,

my first thought was
to have you destroyed.

But then I looked into your eyes,

and do you know what I saw there?

Not a soul, but the
potential for one.

Now, all I see is darkness.

I know of no other way.

I am not human,

nor a gargoyle,

nor a demon.

I am like none other.

Ophir.

How do you plan to remove the
creature from the cathedral?

The gargoyles will protect
it like one of their own.

Yes, I shall be counting on that.

Our casualties will be
high, but necessary.

Zuriel, none of my legions

ever had so worthy a
commander as you.

Would they have sacrificed
themselves so bravely,

so willingly for anyone less?

You know what this
could mean for them.

Do not forget.

Now, bring me
Frankenstein's monster!

Demons are gathering
outside the cathedral.

- How many?
- Fifty or so.

By the power of
God, descend into hell,

Satan and all evil spirits.

Secure the creature!

- Now!
- Ophir.

Give no quarter.

Take as many of them
with you as you can.

You're our last line of defense.

This is your sacred duty.

This way.

Ophir, give me a weapon!
Let me fight for my life!

No!

Keziah. I'll do what I can.

No! I wish to be with Ophir.

It was forbidden by the Order.

It will not be so anymore.

Quickly, go help the others.

- Where's Naberius?
- They're expecting you.

What do you mean, expecting me?

We knew the gargoyles would
do everything they could

to keep you out of Naberius' hands.

But in the heat of battle,

they left unprotected
their greatest treasure.

All we had to do was lure
Gideon and the others away.

This one has a message for you.

From Zuriel.

Tell me where Zuriel took her.

What do you care?

Hmm?

You going to rescue her?

She locked you up!
She despises you.

You are nothing to her,

but another grand human mistake!

Where is she?

Walton Theater!

Gideon is to bring you there
in exchange for Leonore.

Descend in pain, demon.

The light embraces
and protects thee.

Sir.

What are your orders?

- I beg you to reconsider.
- There's no time.

Items in the vault are sacred.

You cannot remove or
replace anything.

Then I shall accept
full responsibility.

You have not the authority
to do this. None of us do.

And the Queen has
expressly forbidden it.

Authority is not the problem.

It is dangerous.
You must know this.

Of course, I know!

But Leonore is the spiritual
leader of the entire Order.

Our only direct link
to the archangels.

And without her, we're but a
dying flock of vigilantes

with no hope of ever
being reinforced.

Is that what you want?

May God forgive me.

Stay where you are, Gideon!

Your Majesty.

- You should not have come.
- Weapons!

I am unarmed. As you instructed.

Where is Frankenstein's creature?

I no longer know.

When I returned to the cathedral,
it had already escaped.

Wait!

I've brought something else.

Gideon, no!

This is the private scientific
journal of Victor Frankenstein.

We found it on Frankenstein's body

the night we rescued the
creature 200 years ago.

It contains, in detail,

how Victor Frankenstein conceived,

and then constructed his
unholy abomination.

And I pray that it might
save my Queen now.

Gideon, I command you, take
the journal from this place,

and let me ascend.

This one came in just this morning.

Morgue sold him to us.

The liver was ruined,

but the other organs
are healthy enough.

Store it with the rest.

What is that?

It looks like Victor
Frankenstein's handwritten account

of how he brought his
creature to life.

This is better for us.

This is everything we need
to bring back our fallen.

We'll let the humans decide that.

You asked for
Frankenstein's creature.

I bring you something
far more edifying.

"Frankenstein."

You said there must be a
record of his work somewhere.

- Uh... Where did you get this?
- Is this real?

You tell me.

We lost 16.

Good warriors, all of them.

I should never have held him here.

This was the creature's
doing, not yours.

If it had not come back...

Was I wrong to keep
the journal from him?

Everything you do is for
the good of humanity.

There is no wrong in that.

However, now that the creature
knows of the journal's existence...

Why must you call him that?

Now that "he" knows, what
are you prepared to do?

Find Adam!

Call every gargoyle you can spare.

Post them on every rooftop.

And when we find him?

Do we bring him back here again?

Sacrifice even more
of us to protect him?

Or do we finally put an end to all of
this, and deny Naberius his prize,

as we should have done long ago?

God may not have put Adam on this
earth, but he did allow him to live

for over 200 years
against incredible odds.

It is not for you or I
to deny God's purpose.

Well, sooner or later,
Your Majesty,

you will have no choice.

Eels.

What was that?

Electric eels, that's where
he got his power from.

You know, it's actually a fish...

Six electric eels
generating 500 volts each.

That's 3,000 volts.

That's enough to kill an elephant.

How long did he hold
the current for?

Three bursts of five seconds each.

That's 15,000 joules.

Makes you wonder how
long that thing lasted.

Think of it, all that energy
coursing through its veins

powering its heart,
lungs, nervous system.

Well, if it survived that at birth,

what would it take to kill it?

Look at its eyes.

The way they hold you.

It suggests a certain
level of intelligence.

Maybe Victor Frankenstein
just drew it that way.

I want to re-examine our
cellular reproduction formula.

I think we've missed something.

Leave him be!

My apologies for the zealous
nature of our security.

Perhaps if you'd simply
knocked on the front door,

this unfortunate awkwardness
might have been avoided.

Who are you?

Charles Wessex.

And you must be Frankenstein.

My name is Adam.

We are all the sons
of our fathers, are we not?

Denying who we are only
means that we are lost.

I am a journeyman,

a partisan of progress.

Like your father, I too seek

to unravel the mortal
coils of life.

This is Dr. Wade.

She's one of the world's most
respected electrophysiologists.

Hello.

I have been trying to replicate

Victor Frankenstein's
stunning triumph

for quite some time.

What I've read of the journal
has already been extremely helpful.

Be reasonable, Adam.

You are a living miracle.

You contain the
answers so many seek.

I seek my own answers.

Of course you do.

Stay with us.

Help us understand
your father's work,

and, together, we can unlock
those answers and more.

Yes...

Victor Frankenstein gave you life,

but he could not restore your soul.

Could he?

There's no sign of the creature.
He could be anywhere by now.

He will find a safe place

where he can study the journal,
then it will come back here.

Come back?

I've been pursuing the creature
for the better part of 200 years.

- It will come back.
- For what?

Mr. Wessex.

Answers.

How can I help you, Doctor?

Well, you can start by please
explaining to me what is going on.

We had a break-in.
It's a simple security matter.

With all due respect, sir,

but Frankenstein's
creature is alive.

- Why don't you go home and get some rest?
- Look, just who are you?

This gentleman works for me.

A sort of extra layer of
security, if you will.

Well, your extra layer of security

just blew any hopes
I might have had

of analyzing that creature.

Didn't you hear what it said?
It wants answers!

And I am the one who might've
been able to provide them!

The only one!

You may be right.
You look tired, Doctor.

It's late.

You really ought to get some rest.

Rest? Mr. Wessex...

We've lost both the creature
and the journal, Doctor.

- What more can you do tonight?
- But, Mr...

I will notify you should
we recover the one

or the other.

Go home, Doctor!

"I am not recording
the visions of a madman."

My methods and reasons
are scientifically sound.

Succeeded discovering the cause...

and generation of life.

A graveyard has furnished the
few raw materials I required.

Tonight, I gather my instruments...

shatter the ideal bounds
of life and death!

Thank you.

How certain are you
it will come for her?

It needs someone to make
sense of the journal.

Only she can do that.

I'm not going to hurt you.

Come with me.

Why are you following me?

How close are you to
re-animating a human corpse?

- I can't tell you that.
- Would this help?

Oh, I haven't had the
chance to finish it yet.

What if you examined me?

Back at the Institute?

Not there. Somewhere away from it.

But all my equipment's there.
My notes, my research!

You don't know who it
is you're working for.

Mr. Wessex?

He's not who you think he is.

There's a war... A war
humans don't know about.

It's been going on for centuries.

It could mean the
end of all mankind.

Between who?

Gargoyles and demons.

I think your boss is a demon
prince called Naberius.

A demon prince?

Been hunting me for over 200 years.

Now, I think I know why.

We have to get off the streets.

Come on.

Naberius is storing human corpses
underneath the Wessex Institute.

Corpses?

No, we're still years
away from human trials.

I've seen the bodies.

There's enough to animate an
entire army of monsters like me.

What did you say that
your name was? Adam?

That's the name the
Gargoyle Queen gave to me.

Look, I understand you
probably suffered

severe brain damage during the
reanimation process given the level...

This is real! All of it!

I'm sorry. I...

I just don't believe in
gargoyles and demons.

Frankenstein!

Oh, shit.

Run.

This ends tonight.

I've seen the bodies.

You'll never be able
to control them.

Control has never been the problem.

There are millions of demon
spirits trapped in hell

waiting for the chance to
possess a human body

and return to our world.

What's this got to do with me?

What's in hell that's
got to do with me?

You have no soul,

and a demon spirit can only
possess a body that has no soul.

No. No.

You know what the best thing
about having the journal is?

I no longer need to
bring you in alive.

I need it alive!

I need to study it!

Bring it back to the lab and...

You can read the journal
and study its corpse.

Its corpse won't show me
how its organs function,

how they respond to tests.

Let me bring it back to the
lab where I can open it up,

but keep it alive while I run
my tests for Mr. Wessex.

You can destroy it when I'm done.

The journal!

Ah!

It's okay. Come on.

I'm going to take your
coat off now. Ready?

Look in the cabinet.

Okay.

Sit down.

Sit down, please.

It's okay.

Please, it's all right,
you can sit down.

We can't stay here long.

Okay, hold still, please.

Demons will be looking
for us everywhere.

We have to get to Leonore,
the Gargoyle Queen.

She's the only one
who can help us now.

You saw that thing.
You saw what it was.

I don't know what I saw.

They'll come for you.

- They need you to help them.
- Help them do what?

Animate an army of corpses
to take over the world?

- Corpses possessed by demons.
- It can't happen. It won't.

First thing they'll do is
wipe out the Gargoyle Order.

There's so few gargoyles left,
they won't stand a chance.

Then Naberius will
launch a war on humans.

Kill most, enslave the rest.

Your world will end.

And what will you do?

It has nothing to do with me.

Of course, it does.

You're as much a part of
this world as anybody.

No, I'm different.

You're not that different.

I'm a dozen used parts from
eight different corpses.

I'm a monster.

You're only a monster
if you behave like one.

I've never had to thank a
human for anything before.

Well, we have our uses, I suppose.

Look, Adam...

The journal is not here, sir.

How are you feeling?

I've been through worse.

What happened to
Victor Frankenstein?

They say he vanished after his...

Wife died.

I killed his wife.

He hunted me.

I would've killed him, too.

But he froze to death.

I hated him.

Have you killed anyone since?

Only demons.

I finished reading it.

Seems he refined the process
significantly after you.

I mean, his science is still
incredibly, wildly out of the box,

but, um, I think I
can reproduce it.

Perhaps even improve on it.

Frankenstein promised to make
you a companion, didn't he?

A promise he broke.

Is that why you came to me?

You want me to fulfill Victor
Frankenstein's promise?

- Carl!
- I got your message.

Thought you'd be asleep by now.

Carl, listen to me. I want you
to leave Wessex right now.

Leave?

And I want you to meet
me at the train station.

I've still got all the
data crunching to do.

Carl, please.

Please just trust me.
It's about the journal.

All right, I'll be there in 20.

Okay. Bye.

You shouldn't have done that.

Well, he knows as much about the
re-animation process as I do.

If what you say is true,
then he's in danger as well.

We don't need him.

This isn't about what
you need right now.

I'll go with you, look after you.

You go talk to the Gargoyle Queen.

I'll meet you back here in an hour.

Terra!

That way you can just
look after yourself.

You're good at that.

Here.

Carl!

I'm sorry.

- What?
- They made me do it.

I had no choice. They made me!

Behind you!

You have work to do, Dr. Wade.

Release him.

You lied to me.

Yes, I did.

But I had a higher duty to
protect the human race.

Do you understand what
that journal is to me?

It's the chronicle of
how I came to be.

Who I am.

What I am.

You are a unique, lonely being

rejected by both your maker
and the rest of humanity.

And, as a result, you
are filled with rage.

You do not need a book
to tell you that.

Naberius has found a way to summon
every demon you've ever descended.

What?

Possession,

in bodies that have no souls.

Only the dead have no souls.

- What is the use of possessing a corpse?
- There is none.

Unless you could
animate that corpse.

Naberius has been planning
this for centuries.

Victor Frankenstein
just made it possible.

- How do you know all this?
- I've seen the bodies.

There are tens of
thousands of them.

Where?

We are your friends, Adam.

We will never try to
control you again.

But if you have Victor
Frankenstein's journal,

surely you see now that
it must be destroyed.

My circumstances have changed.

I have someone with
me now, a human.

A scientist.

I have to protect her.

What would you have us do?

Get us out of here.

Then I will tell you
where to find him.

Retrieve your scientist,
come back here,

then we shall take you
where you wish to go.

I've made too many
mistakes with you, Adam.

I'll not make another.

You put your emotion
before your sacred duty!

Follow him, Gideon.

As soon as you have
the journal in sight,

destroy him.

Terra?

Remember... I have no soul.

God will surely damn you.

He already did.

I know who you are,

and I know what you want me to do.

And I won't do it.

I'd rather die.

Carl!

Carl!

Do you want him back?

Show me how.

Excellent.

Thank you, Dr. Wade.

My Queen!

We found the creature.

Sir, it's here.

"Him," not "it."

This is the place.

He led us here.

Leave him to me!

Naberius!

Frankenstein.

How good of you to come back.

I've come to destroy
you and this place.

The Gargoyle Order must survive

and mankind with it.

You cannot destroy me,

and I have many other
places such as this

all over the world.

As for the Order and mankind,

nothing can stop their demise,
let alone a monster like you!

Too late, Dr. Wade.

We already have everything
we need from you.

I am a demon prince!

You will kneel before me!

I know what you want, Adam.
What you've always wanted.

I will make hundreds like you.

Thousands.

I have been gathering human
corpses for centuries,

each one a host for the
legions of demon spirits

I will now summon from hell!

You will be the first.
You will be one of us.

And you will no longer be alone.

Your Majesty, the moment they
awake, they would be possessed!

Destroy them. Destroy them all!

Welcome, my son.

You have possessed a
truly remarkable body.

I am not your son.

And this body is mine.

No, it's not possible!

You have a soul!

Gideon...

I know.

Then, why did you save me?

Because you finally found
your higher purpose.

Where's the journal?

I don't need it anymore.

We do not ask for
the lives we are given,

but each of us has the
right to defend that life.

I have fought to defend mine.

And when the forces
of darkness return,

you shall know that I am out there

fighting to defend yours.

I, descender of the demon horde.

I, my father's son.

I...

Frankenstein.