Afrikaans
Akan
Albanian
Amharic
Arabic
Armenian
Azerbaijani
Basque
Belarusian
Bemba
Bengali
Bihari
Bosnian
Breton
Bulgarian
Cambodian
Catalan
Cebuano
Cherokee
Chichewa
Chinese (Simplified)
Chinese (Traditional)
Corsican
Croatian
Czech
Danish
Esperanto
Estonian
Ewe
Faroese
Filipino
Finnish
French
Frisian
Ga
Galician
Georgian
German
Greek
Guarani
Gujarati
Haitian Creole
Hausa
Hawaiian
Hebrew
Hindi
Hmong
Hungarian
Icelandic
Igbo
Indonesian
Interlingua
Irish
Italian
Japanese
Javanese
Kannada
Kazakh
Kinyarwanda
Kirundi
Kongo
Korean
Krio (Sierra Leone)
Kurdish
Kurdish (Soranî)
Kyrgyz
Laothian
Latin
Latvian
Lingala
Lithuanian
Lozi
Luganda
Luo
Luxembourgish
Macedonian
Malagasy
Malay
Malayalam
Maltese
Maori
Marathi
Mauritian Creole
Moldavian
Mongolian
Myanmar (Burmese)
Montenegrin
Nepali
Nigerian Pidgin
Northern Sotho
Norwegian
Norwegian (Nynorsk)
Occitan
Oriya
Oromo
Pashto
Persian
Polish
Portuguese (Brazil)
Portuguese (Portugal)
Punjabi
Quechua
Romanian
Romansh
Runyakitara
Russian
Samoan
Scots Gaelic
Serbian
Serbo-Croatian
Sesotho
Setswana
Seychellois Creole
Shona
Sindhi
Sinhalese
Slovak
Slovenian
Somali
Spanish
Spanish (Latin American)
Sundanese
Swahili
Swedish
Tajik
Tamil
Tatar
Telugu
Thai
Tigrinya
Tonga
Tshiluba
Tumbuka
Turkish
Turkmen
Twi
Uighur
Ukrainian
Urdu
Uzbek
Vietnamese
Welsh
Wolof
Xhosa
Yiddish
Yoruba
Zulu
DOWNLOADED FROM WWW.AWAFIM.TV
Lately, my mistress has been busy with research related to the planet core project
that was announced at the magic ceremony.
I've also been busy helping her by gathering materials and handling her work.
Because of that, I haven't had any time to collect tears of joy.
Has that hag—I mean, has my mistress forgotten about my limited lifespan?
Hey! Wait up!
Oh, it's the Witch of Lapis.
I'm glad you recognise me. You're, uh...
Mary.
Right. Mary.
I was just wondering how you got that scar on your neck.
Once Upon a Witch's Death
The Family Bewitched by a Devil The Family Bewitched by a Devil
What scar?
Feel your neck. You've got something that looks like a burn.
What? There's nothing there.
That can't be right.
What's wrong, Mary?
Take a look. Mary has a burn-like scar on her neck. Do you see it?
What?
A burn?
There's nothing there.
What?
But there's a burn-like scar right there.
Where?
What? U-Um, excuse me.
What is it?
What do you make of the scar on this little girl's neck?
What scar?
I don't see anything.
What?
Meg, your eyes can see the unknown a bit better than ordinary people or witches.
You can't see those things, mistress?
Right.
My clairvoyance can see across time and space, but it can't cross the boundary between worlds.
Meg, why do you look so grim?
Huh?
You've always liked milk.
I love it.
The meat sauce isn't that bad, either.
It's satisfactory.
Did you want steak instead?
Why do you keep talking about food?!
I'm just joking around. So what's wrong?
Tell me.
Well, the truth is, I saw something that caught my attention this afternoon.
This girl called Mary had a burn-like scar on her neck.
But it seems only I could see it.
Only you?
Yes. It was shaped like a crest.
Take my advice and stay away from that girl.
What?
That mark is the devil's brand.
Th-The devil's brand?
Mary was sacrificed to the devil by a fanatical devil worshipper.
Who'd do such a thing?!
I can't tell.
Not even with your clairvoyance?
When you make a contract with the devil, your future and past are plunged into darkness.
That's how powerful devil magic is.
Isn't there any way to save her?
Don't get mixed up in devil worship.
It'll kill you before your death sentence has the chance.
I feel so unmotivated.
Ah, it's Meg.
Oh, good to see you again, Mary! Th-Though I guess I only saw you yesterday.
What a funny face.
Mary, you're not out running errands by yourself, are you?
No, I came to buy bread with my mummy and daddy.
Oh? So you live nearby?
On South Neath Street.
Seriously? That's near Fine's place.
You know Fine?
Yeah, since we were kids. We're best friends.
I guess you could say we're true friends.
I see. So you and Fine are friends, huh?
If you've got something to say, spit it out.
Nice to meet you.
You're Ms. Faust's apprentice, Ms. Meg, aren't you?
Oh, uh, yeah.
Thank you for looking after Mary.
I'm her mother, Jill.
U-Um, Ms. Jill, do you mind if I took a look at your neck?
You've got a bit of dirt there.
Oh, really?
Ow.
Are you all right?
Yes, I'm fine.
It was only static shock.
You seemed rather surprised for it to just be that.
Oh, uh, static shocks always give me this sudden jolt of ecstasy.
I see. You poor thing.
Sacrificing someone to a devil requires that person's blood or a lock of their hair.
It's not an easy ritual to perform.
Mary was probably sacrificed by someone close to her.
A close friend, a relative, or perhaps even...
her family.
Her family?
Devils grant power to those who offer sacrifices.
They especially like humans who sacrifice family members.
So the person who sacrificed Mary and Jill was...
Mary. Jill.
You know this girl?
Daddy!
We were just talking to Meg the witch.
Oh, really? Ms. Faust's apprentice?
Let me join you.
I-I, uh, I just remembered that my mistress asked me to do something.
What? You're leaving already?
Sorry! I'm actually pretty busy.
He's the one. He formed the contract.
He didn't even feel human.
Rumours about Mary's family?
They've always been close. I don't think I've heard anything negative about them.
Ah, but...
But?
Oh, um...
I saw the father, Ted, around town, and his expression looked awfully dark.
When I asked my mother, she said something about his business failing.
A failed business?
Things aren't going well for him at his new job, either.
He fell in with some weird people for a time.
There were rumours about them conducting suspicious rituals.
Hey, Meg.
Are you getting involved in something dangerous?
There's no point hiding it now. I was gonna drag you into an alleyway, and—
You're a terrible liar.
Sorry.
There's some reason you can't tell me, right?
In that case, you don't have to.
Fine...
I bet you seduce boys at school with sweet words and cute gestures, don't you?
Are you that desperate for a beating?
At least promise me this.
Don't do anything dangerous.
Promise me that you'll stay safe.
Wanna get married?
Dummy.
Sorry, Fine.
I may not be able to keep that promise.
You got that? Tell me as soon as my mistress comes back to do work, okay?
Found it.
If contracts can be formed with the devil, there must also be a way to break them.
I learned from my reading that forming a contract requires setting up an altar,
and making the deal on the 13th of the month.
The sacrifice's soul will become the devil's plaything for eternity or until he tires of it.
The sacrifice is tortured endlessly.
However much they cry or scream, no one can save them.
No matter what torture they endure, they cannot die.
Their body continually regenerates to satisfy the devil's sadistic and carnal desires.
I may just be able to save them if I destroy the altar.
Mistress? Did you forget something?
Mistress?
What was that?
Nonhuman beings speak to those who recognise their existence.
The devil may already be aware of me.
And so, the 13th arrived.
I'm going out now, but you two stay here. Got it?
Don't look at me like that.
You'll stay here and wait for me to return.
And if anything happens to me...
Never mind! Anyway, you two wait here!
Can't you just trust your master for once? Sheesh!
It's all right. I've got a nickname now.
I can do it.
Huh? It's Meg!
Sorry for visiting first thing in the morning when it's your day off.
Fine said you lived around here, and as I was in the area, I thought I'd pop in and say hello.
Ah, these are for you.
Why don't we have tea together?
My, what delicious-looking tea leaves and cookies.
Mummy, I want a cookie.
As she's already here, perhaps we'll have some.
Hooray!
Cookies, cookies.
Oh, let me help you.
Now, where's the altar?
What's this?
A book on devil worship.
The altar must be down these stairs.
Ms. Jill? Mary?
You're awake?
Come on now, Meg. You really shouldn't search people's rooms.
But why? You drank the tea.
Oh, yes. Thank you for that delicious tea.
If it had been a tad stronger, it might've been a close call.
The altar!
The devil loves witches, even if you're still immature.
Then, just sacrifice me!
Why do you have to do this to your family?
The devil searches the true feelings of his worshippers,
so we must sacrifice what's most important to us.
Why?
I can't take it anymore.
Packed commuter trains, being scolded by incompetent bosses, cold stares at the office.
All of it. All of it. All of it.
I must have my revenge.
On the ones who looked down on me, and on all those who mocked me.
You'd do this for something so petty?
Petty?
You have no idea!
You have no idea the humiliation I've endured!
All the tears I've shed!
What could a girl like you possibly know?!
You still have your family!
My family does nothing to support me.
They just cut off my escape route and trap me in.
I'm going to end this meaningless life.
With the power of a devil, it's possible!
Don't!
Devil, grant me your omniscient power!
In addition to my beloved wife and daughter, I sacrifice this witch to you!
Oh. I'm going to die.
There was still so much I wanted to do.
Mistress...
Don't you dare lay a hand on my daughter!
Hot! Hot!
Help me! Mistress!
Jill! Mary!
Damn it!
Damn it!
Back to hell with you.
Mistress, your thumb. We have to treat it.
Listen to me, Meg.
This is the cost of touching a devil.
Witches are by no means all-powerful.
They can only protect those who are wrapped in their arms.
Yes, mistress.
Still, you managed to protect those beyond that.
Yes, mistress.
Ms. Faust, Ms. Meg. Thank you so much for everything.
You may face strife in the future as a single mother and child.
It'll be difficult, but as long as I have Mary, I'll keep plugging away.
Mary, it's time to go. Say goodbye.
No!
Don't be so stubborn.
No, no! I don't want to say goodbye!
Why is daddy gone?
I don't want to move!
I wanted to play with Meg some more!
I'm sorry, Mary. It's my fault your daddy is gone.
If I'd been a better witch, I could've saved him.
But I promise you this.
I'll become an even better witch.
I'll become a great and powerful witch who's strong enough to save people like your daddy.
Then, I'll come show you what I've become.
Okay. It's a promise.
Yeah.
Come visit us, Meg!
I will! I promise!
Don't regret this, Meg.
You'll have to make choices in the future, too.
About following your own beliefs and upholding what you think is right.
Yes, mistress.
Once you've made a decision, stick to it.
That's what every famous mage in the world before you has done.
Someday, I'll become the world's greatest witch and have no regrets.
Then, start by showing some love to your familiars.
They were rather worried about you.
Okay, fine. Today, I'll lick the two of you like sweets!
By the way, mistress, when the devil appeared, didn't I hear you call me your daughter?
Hm, I don't know what you're talking about.
Perhaps your fear of meeting a devil made you hear things.
M-Mistress!
I want to become stronger.
I'll become a great witch so that I can save more people.
So that my powerlessness will never make me taste regret again.
The Old Giant Tree Sleeps The Old Giant Tree Sleeps
DOWNLOADED FROM WWW.AWAFIM.TV
For latest movies and series with subtitles Visit WWW.AWAFIM.TV Today
Can't find what you're looking for?
Get subtitles in any language from opensubtitles.com, and translate them here.