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- Greetings, oh masterful one.

I am but a lowly minion
sitting here before you

crisscross applesauce,
consummately at your

infernal service and forever
in your eternal debt.

I dunno.

My name is Marcus J.
Trillbury, but my friends,

my many, many friends call
me Onyx the Fortuitous,

slayer of the bright realm.

I dunno.

I have been a devilish devotee
of yours

for more years than I can
count.

I have purchased all of your
books.

Huh. Interesting.

Listened to all of your
records.

And even attempted to complete
your at-home workout regime,

"The Beelzebub Beef Up."

But most importantly, I've
been a diligent student

of your teachings, having
completed the online

certification process for
Letting a Lil Devil In,

levels 101, 201, and 301.

And I was approved for
401, but my mom said

I had to stop spending money
on the internet, full stop.

And yes, that did include
bidding on rare

Battle K.A.T.T.S. minifigs,
even though last summer I was

this close to winning a
glow-in-the-dark, ultra blue

pumaman variant. Goddamn, I
wanted that minifig so bad.

So when I heard, oh Lord, that
you were running a contest

for five of your most devoted
followers to take part

in a once-in-a-lifetime demonic
ritual with you in person,

I just knew it was my destiny
to attend.

For I am the most devoted
of darkened disciples,

the most fiery of fervent
fanatics,

and the most perpetuitous
of putrid pupils.

I guess the only thing left
to say is,

notice me, Senpai, notice me!

Oh, God, Mom.
- What the hell

are you doing in here?
- I told you I was making

a video.
- Are those my dolls?

- They're for the video
- Did you

rip my dolls' heads off?
- I promise I'll put

them back, but you can't take
them now.

You'll disrupt the magick!
You'll disrupt the magick!

Oh my God.

- Did you put everything
back where you found it?

- Yes, Mom.

- Even Holly Little Puddin'
Pants?

- Even Holly Little Puddin'
Pants. Woo!

- Where you headed? You
don't work on Fridays.

- Oh, thanks for invading
my privacy, Todd.

You don't know me.

Hard truth is Travis was fired
for pissin in the sweet tea tank

for the third time this month,
so I'm picking up his shift.

- All right, then. What
time can I expect you home?

Would you like us to save you
some dinner?

- Oh, nah. Nah, nah, nah, nah,
nah.

I might be out pretty late,
actually.

Wow. Big plans
after work.

Plans so big that we
shouldn't save you dinner.

Yeah, actually, Todd,
me and some of my friends

might just go out and tear
around town, you know,

flipping stuff up and
ripping stuff down.

- Oh, fun.

Yeah. That'll be
the day.

- What's that?

- Hey, if you got so many
friends,

how about I, uh, save a spot
for 'em at the table, right?

That way they can all join us
for dinner, all your friends!

- Why do you wear a full suit
and tie every goddamn day,

Todd, you sell
wholesale buckets

of doomsday mac and cheese
over the phone.

- Because the clothes
define the man, Marcus.

Clearly a lesson you could
stand to learn.

- I told you not to
call me Marcus anymore.

My name is Onyx the
Fortuitous, and I'm proud

of what we accomplish at
the Meat Hut every day.

Boys! Boys!

You two have been family
for over a year now,

and I will not tolerate these
yelling matches anymore.

Marcus, I could understand if
your father

was still in the house, but
this is Todd,

your stepfather, and my lover.

- Ugh.

- Now, I want you two to
breathe with me, okay?

Breathe in.

Fuck you, Todd.

- Good. In.

And out.

- Fuck you, Onyx the
Fart-uitous.

- Fuck you, Todd!
- Fuck you, Marcus!

Boys!

Order up, number 46.

Hold the slaw, extra slaw,
prairie pepper hot sauce

on the side with a slap of
pickles.

Ah, ah, ah, ah.

Check the weight on that.

You're one fry short.

Cash run, Derrell.
Low on fives.

Um, Masha?

- What, Marcus? Fuck!

- I was just wondering if you
got my new name tag in yet.

- Your what?

- Remember a few weeks ago
I requested a new name tag,

one that read Onyx the
Fortuitous?

I even applied for one through
corporate and everything.

- That's not your name.

- Oh, yeah, uh, um, well,
this one's not my name either,

because my name is Marcus
Trillbury, yeah,

but this says
Marquay Dickberry.

And it's been like that since
day one.

I've been here six years.

- Look, if you want a
different name tag,

check the junk box.

- You lose.
- Oh, fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck me in my
dirty cunt!

- Oh, God!

- What's up, Pussyhound?

- What's up, Tanner,
Tanner's bois?

How can I make your day a
bit beefier?

Yeah, we're
gonna need 12

Beefy Bad Boy meals,
Monster Style curly fries,

I'm gonna need some sodas for
my hounds.

And you know-

Yeah, and a Sweet N' Sugary
Strawberry Shimmy Shake,

and Vanilla Bean Cream Supreme,
mixed.

- Is that all?
- No.

I want a Peter Plumpkin
Toaster Pie, but slightly cool.

I don't want it to be too
hot for my baby mouth.

Hey, it's free in five on
Fridays, right?

- Yes, sir.

- Well then you better
hop to it.

- There you are, Tanner.
Tanner's bois.

We're just waiting on
the burgers.

- Time's almost up.

- Hurry, hurry, patty slinger.
- You smell like beef!

Gross.

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh.

- When in doubt, skewer it out.

- Ten, nine, eight, seven,

six, five, four,

three, two, one.

Uh-uh, times up.

- But I-
- Lean in.

Lean in. Come on.

Patty slinger.

- Tell Masha I quit!
- What?

- Tell Masha I quit!

Yes?

- Um, Pussyhound quit.

- Dear God.

Or the devil.

Whichever one's listening,
I guess.

Um, I was wondering

if maybe he could give
me a different life.

Yeah, different than the one
I have right now currently.

Yeah, I'd really like a
different life, please.

'Cause this one's not working
out so well.

Congratulations.

Congratulations.
Congratulations.

Congratulations.
Congratulations.

Congratulations.
Congratulations.

Congratulations.
Congratulations.

Congratulations.
Congratulations.

Congratulations.

Congratulations.
Congratulations.

Congratulations.
Congratulations.

- I've been invited to
Bartok's mansion

to take part in a
once-in-a-lifetime ritual

in which he, along with five
of his most loyal followers,

will attempt to raise
the spirit

of the ancient demon, Abaddon.

- That's nice, dear, but
you're not going anywhere

until you scoop that
litter box.

Oh!

- Ah, Briardale Manor,
Bartok's estate. Astounding.

Truly a sight to behold.

- It's the kind of house
that makes you wanna recreate

the 1993 Michael Bay directed
music video

for Meat Loaf's "I'd
Do Anything for Love."

I dunno. But I won't do that.

How do we get in?

Oh! Let's explore.

This is wonderful.

Carpe diem.

- I'm Mackenzie. You can
call me Mack, or Zee.

- Oh, cool, my name is Marcus,
but, uh-

- But...

- I'd really love it if you
called me Onyx the Fortuitous.

- Sounds good. Nice to meet
you, Onyx.

- Nice to meet you, Zee.

- Ooh, wowy, wowy,
wowy, wowy!

Oh. Ah.

♪ Emerald is my favorite ♪

- Peridot.

- Pardon me?

- Oh, it's peridot.

Emerald tends to have a
deeper, more verdant hue,

whereas peridot is lighter
and more olive-colored.

- I love that you know that.
Power in knowledge, eh?

Yeah.

- There's a note.
- Ooh!

"A warm welcome to the
most devoted

and devout of Bartok's
betrothed.

These necklaces are to cleanse
you of any unwelcome spirits

before you enter this
sacred and unholy space.

Please place a personal item
in the box.

Leaving this item will help
ground you to the house

and act as an offering of
familiarity.

Once you have left your
item, please, each of you

place a crystal around your
neck and step into the foyer."

Mm-mm.

Mm-mm.

Ah.

- Is that the only luggage
you brought?

- It's got everything I need.

Did y'all see that?
- Yes.

- Did everyone see that
little shimmer thing?

That's tight.

That's tight.

Come on.

- What? No way.
- Oh, dear God.

- Oh, fuck!

- I hate to disappoint
you all,

my oh so loyal followers,
but I am dead.

Dead as a doornail.

This is not a trick or
an illusion.

Go ahead, check my pulse.
I'll wait.

What this is, is your
first test,

a test of faith, one that
can bring me back to life.

So if you have faith in me
now, show it.

Speak it with me now with
hearts full of faith!

Let him rise!

Let him rise!

- Let him rise!
- Let him rise!

Let him rise! Let him rise!

Let him rise! Let him rise!

Let him rise! Let him rise!

Huh? Oh!

- What do I see before me?

Children, ancient beings,
ideas.

Atoms.

But what are you really?

Do you even know what
you are?

Have no fear.

This weekend you will take
part in three rituals,

the first two in preparation
for the third and final,

the ritual of Abaddon Rising.

And in that ritual under
a blood moon,

all of you shall be renewed

as disciples in his name,

disciples of Abaddon with
renewed purpose,

knowledge, power, and yes,
my children, immortality!

- Nice.
- Schwa?

- Tonight, drink and eat

in communion with one another.

Make merry and rest.

For tomorrow, you will
take the first steps

towards your rebirth.

Thank you, Bartok!

Outstanding.

May I, uh, break the
proverbial ice, as it were,

and ask what led each of
you to Lucifer

and the teachings of Bartok?

- Fuck, is that absinthe?

- Well, why don't you start,
Mr. Duke?

Break that proverbial ice.

- Oh, well, I'd be delighted.

My name is John Duke.

I'm a teacher, so I'm used
to being called Mr. Duke,

and that is just fine by me.

I'm a man of literature and
languages.

I've studied many religions
and theologies over the years.

Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- In the Christian Bible,

man is punished for seeking
knowledge.

In the garden of Eden, the
closer you get to the devil,

the closer you get to
the truth.

And I believe that Bartok
hears the truth

directly from Lucifer.

And truth, ah, truth is
what I seek above all.

I'll go next.

Mine is quick.

Um, I actually have a poem
memorized that tells my story.

- Oh, cool.

There was a young woman
who worshiped the Lord.

In church every Sunday,
her God she adored.

She would help run the
service collect all the tithes,

her husband and children
always by her side.

She was taught that a
Christian's work isn't in vain.

She hoped serving Jesus
might shield her from pain.

Then one day she got word
that her husband had perished,

taken by a drunk driver
in a flash.

All she cherished was
broken and twisted up

in shards of metal.

That young woman in her grief

took solace in the devil.

Thank you.

- Your husband died, so you
started worshiping the devil?

- Yeah.
- Yeah. I get it.

It's like that one time
in middle school,

I asked out my crush,
Rebekah Love Rodriguez,

and she told me to
go suck an egg.

So I just listened to the
"Phantom of the Opera"

soundtrack for weeks.

- Oh.

- Well, what brought you
to Bartok, Marcus, hmm?

What started you down this
lighted path that led you here?

- Mine's a pretty darkened
tale as well. I dunno.

So I might need a little
something, something

to loosen up the tongue to
spin this tortured yarn.

- You want some of that?
- Oh, nah, nah, nah, nah.

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.

Dangerous personality
types run in my family,

so I've gotta be very
intentional when it comes

to my libatious intake,
I dunno.

I stick to my tiny wines.

Mama always said, "Too mooch
juice and the beast gets loose."

But I just need
enough to get my courage up.

I was eight years old when
my father left.

That weekend, my mama
took me to the flea market

and gave me five bucks to
spend on anything I wanted.

I dunno, to help
keep my mind off things.

At first, I saw a Cabbage
Patch Doll with my name on it.

Hooey, that doll was
something fierce.

Spotted freckles.

A little twist of red
yarn hair.

Goddamn, it was a sight
to behold.

And I always did think I'd
be a daddy to a ginger.

- Oh.

- But just before I handed
that fine doll seller

my crispy Lincoln, I saw it,
one rack over

behind a Lou Ferrigno
Christmas album,

Bartok's first record.

- Ah, "The Devil's Due."
- "The Devil's Due."

I don't know what made me buy
it. Curiosity, compulsion?

- Fate.

- Mayhaps. Mayhaps.

It also might have been
the goatee.

Ever since ALF, I've had
an obsession with hair,

both body and facial, wanting
more of it, wanting less.

Having too mooch,
but never enoof.

ALF's real name is
Gordon Shumway.

- Can you finish your
story? Bartok, the record.

- Oh, yeah, so I bought
the record, took it home,

listened to it a bunch,
been a big fan ever since.

Oh, beautiful.

What about you, Jesminder?

Oh, come on.

The harder the shell,
the deeper the crack.

Oh. Oh.

- I am Jesminder. You can
call me Jesminder, not Jess.

I am a tattoo artist
from Vegas,

and do not ask me how many
tattoos I have.

The question is rote
and basic.

- Yeah.

- My reason for being here
is different.

I was Bartok's wife in a
past life,

many past lives actually, and
I'm here to be with him again.

We have already died a
thousand deaths together,

and I would die a thousand
more just to be here now.

I'm here for him, and not
to make merry,

and not to mince words.

- Oh, yeah, no, I don't
think you are mincing words.

I dunno.

- Why do you, why do you
keep saying that?

I don't know, I don't know,
I don't know.

- I dunno.

Well, I'm Mack,
they/them.

And feel free to ask me
how many tattoos I have.

The answer's 12. My
favorite's Snoopy on my ankle.

- Oh, I love Snoopy.
- Oh, me too.

- And much like Mr. Duke, I'm
an investigator, a seeker.

I believe in the power of
the elements,

the natural elements.

Bartok, I came across in high
school, consumed all his work.

Through him, I've come to
learn more about myself

and my place in the
world around me.

Wow. Will
you look at us, huh?

Five individuals from
differing backgrounds

in various walks of life,
all assembled here, now,

to take part in
something extraordinary

and unprecedented
in his unholy name.

Cheers to that.

- To immortality!

To immortality!

To immortality!

I'm so happy to be here
in Bartok's mansion.

So, Onyx, Onyx,
tell me more about this ALF.

Yeah, so ALF's
real name is Gordon Shumway.

- Where is he from?
- Yeah, well, he's from

the planet Melmac,
but he crash lands-

- And then
I chopped my hair off.

- Well, what do you see?

- The chubby one didn't drink.
- What?

The patty slinger?
Can't you make him?

- It doesn't really work that
way. They have to be willing.

- Well, what of everyone else?

- Everything seems to
be going as planned.

- Seems?

You don't sound so sure.

- I-

- Do we have anything to
worry about?

Is the ritual going to work?

- No.

- No, the ritual won't work?

- No, we have nothing to
worry about.

- Good. Then we move forward.

Tomorrow you will guide them

through the first ritual,
"The Book of Blood."

This will quell any
uncertainty

and lead us one step
closer to the talisman.

Good morning, Marcus, Jesminder,
John, Shelley, and Mack.

This is a reminder to please
wear your cleansing stones

at all times during your
stay at Briardale Manor.

After your meal, we will
meet in the ritual room

with full bellies, steady
hearts, and willing spirits.

Good morning, all.

I am Farrah,
delegate to Bartok,

servant to our great
Lord Lucifer.

This is the Grand Grimoire.

- Oh.

What's that?

- It's like the devil's bible.

- All the unholy knowledge
in the world

bound in the skin of
fallen angels.

- Sick.

- You were not chosen
at random.

The souls required to perform
the ritual of Abaddon Rising

were called out a
millennia ago by this book.

You will each need to bleed
on the primary sigil, here.

The book will tell me
whether or not

you have a rightful place.

Who would like to
approach first?

- Let's do this.

I know my place.

- Your hand.

Et In Nomine Tuo.

Next.

- Mm, ow! Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Ow, fuck. Fuck, fuck,
fuck, fuck, fuck, mm.

- The book, Marcus.

- Mm. How many squeezes?

How many squeezes?
- That, that's enough.

That's enough.

Yes.

- What does it mean?

- You have royal blood
dating back generations.

You are the queen.
And you are allowed.

- I knew it.

- The viking.

- Wow. What?

- You exist within an
ancient Nordic bloodline

that flows forward and
backward from your family.

You are allowed.

- Ooh, holy crap!
Can you believe it?

I'm a Viking, y'all.

Up top, up top!

- Leave it to our dark
father to surprise us.

Turns out this polished, refined
man built of tweed and twee

is also a werewolf.

Lycanthrope blood pulses
through your veins.

Whatever the amount and
however dormant it may be,

it is still present nonetheless.

And you are allowed.

A mystic. Spellcaster.

The witch in this
lifetime and many others.

- Really?
- You have great power,

but you already knew that.

Use it wisely.

You, Mackenzie, are allowed.

- Huh?

- You are the virgin.
And you are allowed.

- What the fuck?

- You're just as an
important piece

to this puzzle as anyone else.

- Bullshit. Jesminder's
an ancient queen.

Shelley found out
she's a viking.

Oh, how cool and against
type is that?

Mr. Duke is part fucking
werewolf. Are you kidding me?

And Mack's an
all-too-powerful witch,

but I'm just a fat fucking,
fat fucking virgin.

Oh, goddamn, they did your
boy dirty.

- Well, are you a virgin?

- Huh?

- Are you a virgin, Marcus?

There's no shame in it.

- Well, first of all,
Mr. Duke,

there is shame in everything.

I'm surprised they didn't
teach you that in Yale school.

And besides that, yes,
I am a virgin, goddamn.

The only thing that's
ever touched my wee-wee

is my never washed pair of
Battle K.A.T.T.S. Underoos.

- The point is, all is
in place

for the ritual of
Abaddon Rising,

a ritual that requires one
lycan, one witch, one viking,

one queen, and yes,
one virgin.

- Goddammit.

- I must report my findings.
You will hear from me soon.

- So you've never even...

What? No.

I mean, what would that
even do?

- Each are devoted,
each bled for you.

All five are present.

- They're all here. All five.

- All of them.

We're so close. So close.

- Open it.

Okay.

Show me the way, Lord.

Show me the way to
the talisman.

Show me the way to true power.

Pay me back for all the years
of service. Show me the way!

Show me the fucking way.

Ooh.

Ooh.

Yes.

Thank you, Father.

Boom.

Tonight, we capture

eternity.

- So have you ever
like, transformed?

- Never.

I've never even imagined being
anything more than a man.

Never even dreamt
it a possibility.

That is until...

- Until when?

- I have kissed
somebody before,

so I've lost my
mouth virginity.

But I guess that's just not
enough for that stupid book.

- I had a dream last night.

And I believe it
was preparing me

for what the Book of Blood
would reveal.

In it, I, I saw my hands
growing claws,

and my face, my face
covered in fur.

I was inside of my own body,

but somehow outside of
it as well.

- Me too.

I had a dream just like it.

I mean, not the werewolf part.

But it was a foreshadowing
of sorts.

I was on the ocean in
a great, great big boat

surrounded by men,

all looking to me for orders.

- Sounds legit.

- My friend Elijah thought
I got a hand job once

from Kim Greene when we all
skipped school

to go see a matinee of
"Ever After."

I don't know, but in reality,

Kim had just dropped a
piece of popcorn on my lap

and had a wicked hard time
retrieving that rogue kernel.

- I dreamt I was on a throne

with an ever-expanding
army at my beck and call.

A queen surveying many lands.

- Oh, cool, well, I dreamt I
didn't fuck anybody last night,

so I guess we all had
pretty fortuitous dreams.

- This way.
- Stay close.

Yes, master.

- Mack, did you have a
dream last night?

- Who's asking?

- Well, Mr. Duke's asking.

- Yeah. I, I, did.

- You mind sharing?

- I was a witch

levitating above a
circle of other witches,

all chanting my name
and lifting me up.

- That's fucking tight too.

Meanwhile, I slept like a
dumb-dumb baby.

If I had a nightmare,
y'all'd know.

I'd wake up gripping the
sheets something fierce

and yelling, "Jesus!"

- Interesting.

We all, well, most of us,
had vivid dreams last night

foretelling our callings
from the Book of Blood.

But what,
what does it mean?

- How about this?

We break into Bartok's study,
look at the Grimoire ourselves

and find out what the
fuck it all means.

- Schwa?

- Well, Bartok and, uh, delegate
just left for the evening.

I mean, I saw them go that way.

Oh, come on, Mr. Duke.

Think about all that juicy
knowledge

that resides in that book.

Don't you wanna sink
your little

truth-seeking fangs into it?

- I would die to know
more about that ritual.

- Yes.

- Tempted by the forbidden
fruit, huh?

Dare we take a bite?

- Dare we?

- Dare we?

Let me try.

I've got a surprisingly
firm grip due to the amount

of marshmallow fluff jars
I've opened up over the years.

I used to put
that shit on everything.

- What? Are we close?

- Yes, I think so.

- I'm talking English muffins.
I'm talking Pop-Tarts.

Fuck, I'm even talking bean
burritos. I don't give a shit.

- Here.

The map says here.

- Well, can anyone pick a lock?

- Wait, my Meat Hut
skeleton key.

- Your what?

- This key opens everything.

I inherited it from my former
boss, Rick,

the night he quit the Meat
Hut, left me in charge,

and promptly killed himself.

I don't know, I think Rick's
wife might've left him,

or maybe Rick never had a
wife at all.

- Marcus, this lock is most
likely 200 years old or more.

There is no way your
fast food key is gonna...

Oh.

Oh, I stand corrected.

Unholy Father, how you
blessed us.

Oh.

- There.

The book.

- Ah.

Ah, here it is.

Well, can you read it?

- In, in, in pieces.

It's written in an
ancient language

I'm not entirely familiar
with, possibly Samarian or,

or a derivative of such.

I brought my compact mini
library of dead languages

with me,
but they're in my room.

- Nerd.

What does it
say about the virgin?

That he has the power to
cradle his flacid wee-wee

in his hands and cry
for hours on end?

- Ah, here it is.

"The ritual of Abaddon
Rising is meant to empower,

imbue, something, something,
never-ending life."

Oh, yes.

- "But first, the Knife
of Dagon must be acquired,

then the five devoted souls
must be..."

- Must be what?

- It, it, it's a word I'm
not entirely familiar with.

Captivated? Enraptured?

"Once the five souls are
present, the map of Sammael

will be revealed and lead
to the Talisman of Souls."

- The what?

"Once the talisman is empowered
and in your possession,

you will be able to summon
the infernal ruler Abaddon

and absorb his power."

So if, if, if I'm to
understand this correctly,

once Abaddon has risen-

- Aw.
- Our immortality is gained,

Bartok takes Abaddon's power,
but-

- But what?

- There's a warning here at
the bottom.

"If a mortal tries to
raise Abaddon,

beware the prophecy of the-"

- Secret passageways. Are you
kidding me?

- The what? The prophecy of
the what?

- The prophecy of the,
I don't know, it's gone.

- What the fuck?

- We have to go.

Marcus.
- Onyx?

- Zee?
- Onyx?

- Zee!
- Onyx.

- Zee!
- We have to go!

- Zee!
- But Onyx-

- Now, we have to go!

- Onyx?
- Zee! Zee!

- Now, focus.

Hail, Satan.

Son of light.

Bring me the
first sacrifice.

- I want to see Bartok.

- Of course. He's been
expecting you.

- Welcome, my dear.

Please, have a seat.

You know, you and I have
met many times

over thousands and
thousands of years.

And it has all culminated
into this moment.

It's your time

to make the ultimate sacrifice.

Ade due Damballa.

Give me the power,
I beg of you.

Secoise entienne

mais pois

de morte!

Yes.

That's it.

Give me all of you.
All of you.

Everything.

Every last drop.

Goddammit!

So many fucking cobwebs.

- Onyx?

Oh, hey.

What are y'all doing in here?

- Uh, Mr. Duke is just
trying to write down

everything he can remember
from the book.

We're trying to learn more
about the final ritual.

- Oh, awesome.
- Hell yeah.

- Are you okay?

- Ah, yeah, nah,
it's just, huh?

What, how does that? Oh.

There's a, I was wondering
how it,

there's a little button
on the side so that, yeah,

that just off and then back on
again, it's so cute.

Oh. I love the mechanics
of these vintage lamps.

- Yeah, Onyx, you don't
really seem okay.

Did something happen to you?

No. I just.

Huh.

So when y'all left, I got
stuck behind this painting.

- Aw, man, we're sorry. We
just didn't know where you were.

- Oh, nah, nah, nah, nah,
nah, nah, nah.

It's fine. It's fine.

It's just, I saw
Jesminder and Bartok,

and at first they were
just talking.

But then they got a little
smoochie, which is fine.

That's fine.

But then-
- Then?

- He stabbed her and stabbed
her until she was dead!

- What?

- With the Knife of
Dagon, right in the chest.

And I watched all the
life drain from her eyes

until she passed out
and turned into

some kind of soulless ghoul.

♪ Somewhere out there ♪

- Wait, what the fuck
is happening?

- Sorry. When I get nervous,
I start singing Fievel.

Can I get one of those?

- Yeah.

It doesn't sound like
immortality Mr. Duke.

What the fuck is going on?

Why did they really
bring us here?

- Marcus, are you sure you
saw what you think you saw?

- Oh, huh. Well, no.

Let me think about it.
Maybe I, no, maybe I did.

Yes. I fucking saw what
I think I saw.

- Okay, okay.

- The knife took out all
of her soul goo.

And the handle glowed like
a bedazzled Lite-Brite.

- Marcus, do you think you can
draw what that looked like?

- Yes, sir.

- Did he say anything or
speak anything

while these actions occurred?

Yeah. Some kind of incantation.

- Do you remember any of it?

- Yeah, it was like, uh,
uh, dada,

or doo doo, dada doo doo,
or no,

maybe doo doo came first.

Doo doo, dada, doo doo, uh,
Scooby-Doo,

uh, yabba-dabba-doo.

- My word.

This is, I believe, the
Talisman of Souls.

- Hmm. Interesting.

- What?

- The smoke burns as it
fills my lungs.

I've never had a
cigarette before,

and I feel like I'm gonna
vomit my entrails out.

Okay.

Uh, we really have to
find that missing page.

- The what?

- In the Grimoire, after
the ritual of Abaddon,

there was a warning.

It stated, "Beware the
prophecy of the,"

and then the next page
was missing.

- I think I saw
the missing page.

- You did?
- Where?

- It was taped behind the
painting.

I saw it when Jesminder was
getting zoinked and mcgoink'd.

- Goodnight, honored guests.

Please retire to your
individual quarters

and meet downstairs in
the morning,

for tomorrow we will prepare
for our second ritual.

- Ah, that's it.

- Which will lead us one
step closer to immortality.

- During the second ritual,
one of us

sneaks off to retrieve
the missing page.

That page might help me put all
these puzzle pieces together

and uncover what awaits us.

Something tells me that
Bartok and delegate

have a puzzle of their
own to solve.

Let's just hope we solve
ours first.

- Welcome to the Ritual of
the Box Demon.

You will each enter
this room alone, empty,

except for a peculiar
wooden box.

Open the doors to that box.

There you will confront a
small yet powerful demon.

To this demon you will
unburden yourself.

Share with it a secret that
weighs heavily on your heart.

Yes, Mackenzie?

- Where's Jesminder?

I mean, don't we need her
for the ritual?

- Yeah.

- Jesminder is helping
our master with something

of great importance.

A preparation for the

final ritual.

In exchange for that secret,
you will request a truth.

Ask wisely.

Ask for an answer that
no one could give you.

No one except for our
Eternal Father.

But beware, for the truth
this creature speaks

is not for the faint of heart.

For what he knows about
you could challenge

the very essence of self

and untether you with a singular
devastating proclamation.

Yes, Marcus?

- I gotta take a big ol' shit.

- Now?
- Um, let me check.

Yeah, now. For sure.

- Fine, then go. We'll start
without you.

But if you're not back
before your turn,

by Satan's unholy name, you
will be rendered ineligible

and ejected from Bartok's
mansion post-haste.

- Got it.

Shit quick else be deemed
unworthy.

- Mackenzie, would you
like to go first?

- I'd be honored.

Goddammit.

How are all these cobwebs
at exactly mouth level?

- Keeping it beefy.
Keeping it beefy.

Keeping it beefy.
Keeping it beefy.

Keeping it beefy.
Keeping it beefy.

Huh.

Yes.

The box demon speaks directly
to your soul's cradle.

Steady yourselves and steel
your nerves for his truths.

Mr. Duke.

- I'm ready to go in.

Hmm.

Gotta
get back for the box demon.

Gotta get back for the
box demon.

Uh-huh.

- Oh, how's it going down here
with all the box demon stuff?

Shelley.

- I gave him the page.

- Shut the fuck up.
- Yep.

Oh!

You've shattered
my mind!

Oh, oh, there's a raccoon
in the car!

- Whatever's going on in there
must be pretty heavy stuff.

It's probably
for the better

that I emptied out my
system first.

No, don't ever
let go. Don't ever let go.

- Go to him. Go to your master.

- Shelley, where are you going?

- She's going to her master.
She's in quite a state.

- Yeah, we all are, but
I think it'd be better

if we just stay together,
I mean, right, Shelley?

Stay with me.
- I...

- Mackenzie, please. We
all have free will here.

- I'm not gonna let him
do to her what he did

to Jesminder, you hear me?

- Jesminder?
Whatever could you mean?

- Yes, Mack,
whatever could you mean?

Shelley, he's ready for
you now.

- What the fuck?

I want
to see Bartok.

- Wait here for your friend.

- Come closer, my son.

Closer.

Let it in, my son.

Let it in.

Now, won't you feed me a
secret, Marcus?

- I dunno.

- Dig deep, my son.

Go to the darkest, most
shameful parts of you.

What is there?

- Oh, uh, I guess,

huh.

Sex?

- Yes.

What do you see when you think
of your most carnal desires?

- Well, I guess I think
about my,

my fantasies.
- Ooh.

Tell me more.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, what's buried
in the core

of your chamber of shame?

- Uh, yeah, my shame-ber?

Uh, well, my deepest,
darkest fantasies

revolve around a series
of fan fiction I wrote.

Short novellas really,
based on Gadget Hackwrench

from "Chip 'n Dale's
Rescue Rangers."

- Oh, yes.

- In it, I play a mix
between Dale

and Marky Mark's character
from "Boogie Nights."

I call myself Dale Diggler.

And, uh, let's just say
the things we get to fixing

in the Ranger Plane after
hours,

well, yeah, it's more
than just rusty propellers.

'Cause eventually she
starts fixing my wiener.

Mm. Tasty.

Num, num, num. That secret
will do.

Now, what truth do you seek?

- Anything?

- Anything.

- Oh, demon in a box,
how I beg of you.

Oh, demon in a box, please
answer me true.

Oh, demon in a box, how I
wish to see

why my father Carl left my
mother and me.

- Oh, Marcus.
- Don't you know?

It was because of you.

- What?

You simply
weren't enough.

You weren't enough to keep
him there.

Weren't enough to keep
them together.

Think hard, go deep.
You'll remember.

♪ Battle K.A.T.T.S. ♪

♪ Noble warrior felines ♪

♪ Battle K.A.T.T.S. ♪

♪ Flying high in the air ♪

♪ Battle K.A.T.T.S. ♪

♪ Righteous, worthy and divine ♪

Oh, you're a
clown, Carl!

Get a job in a sideshow!

♪ Battle K.A.T.T.S. ♪

- Daddy, where are you going?

When will you be back?

- I don't know.

- I don't know. I don't know.

I don't know. I don't know.

I dunno. I dunno.

I dunno. I dunno.

- I dunno. I dunno.

I dunno I dunno.

I dunno.

- Did you find the answers
you sought, young one?

- Oh, yeah.
- We're good.

Thanks, little demon dude.

Now, if you-

- Onyx, are you okay? What
did the demon say to you?

- Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm good.

He actually said a bunch
of cool stuff to me.

He was like, "I bet you
got a big ol' wiener,

and you probably fuck a
lot too."

So yeah, I just wanted
to celebrate

all the cool stuff he said.

- Well, Mr. Duke wants
us to rendezvous with him

to discuss his findings.

He's been deciphering the
prophecy, and-

- Oh, cool. Yeah, prophecies
are so fun.

Yeah, let's do it.
Let's rendezvous.

- Onyx, maybe you wanna
slow down a little.

- Loud and clear, boss.

- "It is foretelling a
prophecy that will disrupt

the rising of Abaddon.

Beware the prophecy of
the unexpected,"

no, "unforeseen."

Oh, come on, John.

"Beware the prophecy of the,

of the Fortuitous One."

- What?
- What?

- What?
- What?

What?

- Nothing, I-

- That's right.

Give me everything.

Every last drop.

- Onyx, what did you call
yourself when we first met?

- Huh? Oh, I don't remember.

- It was Onyx the Fortuitous,
wasn't it?

- Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.
Nah, nah, nah.

I might have said Onyx the
Fortunate One,

because I am ever so fortunate
to have won this contest

and be invited here to be with
all of you wonderful people.

- What else does it say?

I mean, what happens if
the ritual is disrupted?

What happens if it isn't?

- I, I, I, I, I don't know.

I need more time with the page.

There, there's so much here.

- Onyx, if you...

Onyx, what are you doing?

Huh? Oh, I'm just
trying to relax.

I mean, all this talk of
demons and prophecies,

I mean, whoo, it is too
mooch.

And I just wanna party.
Don't you?

I mean, everyone's so stuffy
here, right?

Bartok and Farrah and all
their fucking bullshit.

Huh? All their fucking
bullshitty robes.

And they're dumb-dumb hats.

I mean, what kind of dumb-dumb
wears a hat like this?

It's stupid. And this.

Fuck this goofy-ass emerald
bullshit.

- It's, it's peridot.

- Well, fuck this peridot
bullshit.

Dancing makes me
feel so alive!

- What's happening?

- I don't think he liked
what the demon said to him.

- Ah. You know what's weird?

No one has danced since
we got here.

And that's a real shame, huh?

'Cause dancing really
frees you up, huh?

Dancing gets you loose,
gets you outta your head.

Farrah, you wanna dance
with me? Come on, baby.

Nah? All right,
that's fine.

I can dance by myself.

Oh, yeah, she gets it. Come on.

Let it take you over. Let
the rhythm take you over.

Rhythm take you over.

Oh, fuck. She's a ghoul.

- What, what did he say?

- He said, "Oh, fuck,
she's so cool."

Onyx, how much of that
did you drink?

- I don't know.

♪ And I would do anything ♪
for love ♪

♪ I'd run right into hell ♪
and back ♪

♪ I would do anything ♪
for love ♪

♪ I'll take the vow and ♪
seal the pact ♪

- Who am I?
- You know. Search your heart.

- Who's to say what any of
us are in this twisted palace

built of riddle and rhyme?

♪ And I would do anything ♪
for love ♪

♪ But I won't do that ♪

I dunno.

♪ No, I won't do ♪

♪ And some nights you're ♪
breathing fire ♪

♪ And some nights you're ♪
talking nice ♪

♪ Some nights you're
like nothing ♪

♪ I've ever seen before or ♪
will again ♪

♪ And maybe I'm crazy ♪

♪ Oh, it's crazy and it's true ♪

♪ I know you can save me ♪

♪ No one else can save me ♪
now but you ♪

- Farrah, what are you?

Here we can be
anything, Onyx.

I can be whatever your heart
desires most.

Join me and we can be
together for all eternity.

♪ And I would do anything ♪
for love ♪

♪ I would do anything ♪
for love ♪

♪ I would do anything ♪
for love ♪

♪ But I won't do that ♪

- I dunno.
♪ But I won't do ♪

- Or would you rather be here?

- No. Oh, God, no.

- Then be with me. Free
me from Bartok's rule.

- Schwa?

- He raised me from the
depths, gave me life.

but a life of enslavement
is no life at all.

I can be given a new life by
the one the prophecy speaks of.

Together you and I can
defeat Bartok.

But if we don't, he will
complete the final ritual

and use the power of Abaddon
to take the souls of millions.

But if you and I-

Oh, no. It's too late.

He found us.
- Who?

- Abaddon.

Come to me,
patty slinger.

Come to me.

- How can I make your day a
bit beefier?

- Marcus J. Trillbury,

we meet at last.

I've heard so much about you.

The patty slinger. The virgin.

The fool. Know this, Marcus.

You are many things,

but you are not the
Fortuitous One.

I have seen the
Fortuitous One.

Does that look like you,
Onyx the Fart-uitous?

Does it?

- No, sir, it does not.

- In less than one day's time,

I will rise through an unholy
vessel and enslave the Earth.

Face it, patty slinger,

your time is up.

There's nowhere to run.

Patty slinger. Patty slinger.

I'm coming to get you,
patty slinger.

How can I make your day
a bit beefier?

When in doubt, skewer it out.

Yahhh!
- Jesus!

Jesus!

- Hey, it's okay, Onyx.

It's all right. Lay, lay down.

You're all right.

Here, drink this.

- What is it?

- Ginger, turmeric, mint,
elder flower,

some other things that'll
help your stomach.

- I'm sorry, Zee. I don't
know what came over me.

- It's all good.

Uh, your little episode
was the perfect distraction

Mr. Duke needed to work
on his translations.

Oh, sick.

Mm.
- Drink.

I spent some time in the walls.

This place is a maze.

Dozens of corridors all
leading somewhere different.

- Thanks for taking
care of me, Zee.

- That's what friends
are for, Onyx.

- Oh, yeah. For sure.

Yeah, I know what friends are

and what their general
responsibilities consist of.

Zee, are you okay?

- No, I, um,

I feel stupid, Onyx.

Stupid for trusting Bartok.

Trusting anyone, really.

I should have known better.

And I'm,

I'm scared.

I'm really scared.

- I used to get scared
whenever I'd go on sleepovers.

Even to my best friend
Billy Davis's house.

'Cause it all felt so
weird and unfamiliar.

That's when his mom,
Linda, taught me that song.

And just like Fievel, my
fears would be soothed

and I'd be asleep in no time.

'Cause she reminded me that
no matter how alone we feel,

no matter how far away
from home we might be,

we're still underneath the
same sky as the people we love.

Just remember,
you do have friends.

And you're never really alone.

Because we're all under
the same moon.

- That's all you saw
in the dream,

the chubby one playing
the piano

and smashing mirrors
with a cane?

- Yes. What I saw is what
I told you.

- Hmm.

Farrah?

- Yes, master?

- Why do you insist on
mocking my intelligence,

undermining my power,
deriding my virility?

- Master, I-
- Do you not think

he speaks to me?

Do you not think Lucifer
himself speaks directly to me?

To me!

Or a succubus shrew who
sleeps in a shed?

Give it to me.

Put it in my hand.

Put it in my hand.

What's the point of having a
psychic demon bitch's power

at my disposal if all she
does is fucking lie to me?

- I didn't lie to you, master.

- Oh, no, you just chose
not to tell me

that you sensed something
when they first arrived.

You just chose not to tell me

when they witnessed the
taking of a soul.

You just chose not to
tell me that they stole

the fucking prophecy right
from underneath our noses!

Now, if you don't tell
me what you're sensing,

what you're seeing when
you see it, I swear to you-

I will take this fucking
life from you.

- You can't kill a demon
with the Knife of Dagon.

- You know what? I know that
I can't kill you with this.

But what I can do is
sever your fucking head

and put it in a display
case for all eternity,

shielded in unbreakable
Nazarene glass.

That I can do!

- He is here.

- Who?

- The Fortuitous One.

- Yes.

Yes, that's it.

That's it. I see it now.

I see it all now.

Outstanding.

- It's the teacher, isn't it?

- Mm-mm. The patty slinger.

- Oh, fucking right.

How dare you?

You still try to make a fool
out of me?

- No, I swear, I saw him.

- You saw the man of destiny,

the demon killer, the
slayer of the bright realm?

- Here within these walls.

One more lie,

and I swear.

- It was the teacher. You
were right, I was wrong.

I just wasn't seeing as
clearly as you.

- I knew it.

I have no doubt our Father
looks down upon you in shame.

Yes?

Mr. Duke,
I wondered

if you had a moment to spare.

- Of course. I would
be honored.

- Wow.

You really are a man
of studies, aren't you?

- Well, what can I say?
Knowledge excites me.

- I can see that.

So tell me, what knowledge

have you discovered tonight?

- That you are not the
person you've said you are,

and that your plans for
us, hmm,

well, they aren't what
we were led to believe.

Well, that
is a matter

of perspective, isn't it?

After all, I am offering
you immortality.

You only gain
Abaddon's power

by offering the demon
five souls.

We would live eternally,

as your prisoners,

locked within the talisman
until the end of time.

Immortality.

No, undying pain and suffering

as we remain cognizant

of our never-ending state
of purgatorial stasis.

Now, that, that is more
like it, yes?

- Eh. Tomato, tah-mah-toe.

- Mr. Duke, are, are you
okay? What did you find?

- Oh, don't be silly.
Of course I'm fine.

And I found nothing.
Nothing but the truth.

That we should follow
Bartok's words to the letter

and join him for the
final ritual.

Right fucking now.

- Are you seeing regular
Mr. Duke or ghoul Mr. Duke?

- What? Regular.

- Huh. Because he's
definitely a ghoul now.

We should run!

Come on.

- Keep your mouth closed. These
cobwebs are something fierce.

Oh, fuck. Are you getting
them or nah?

Just me? I'm fucking
choking on webs.

Why could I see the ghoul
and you couldn't. Huh?

Why could I see the
ghoul and you couldn't?

- Stand guard. I need to
study this.

Okay, Mr. Duke.

The peridot necklaces.

These crystals. Farrah's been
using them to control us.

Influence our will.

- Well, what else does it say?

Did Mr. Duke have a plan?

Huh? What do we do?

- Yeah, he had a plan.
- What's the plan?

Do we reanimate one of these
dead bobcats

and ride it straight
outta town?

Or do we race this old
dentist's chair downhill

until it picks up enough
speed to shoot us

into space like "Radio Flyer"?

Or do we light this place on
fire and perish in the flames?

Or build a makeshift
cannon out of paperclips

and old white out that
we find in Bartok's desk?

No.

I stay here and you go.

- What? Go where?

Stay here? Why?

- Follow the map to get out
and head to the old cemetery.

Find the fallen angel.

Once the blood moon has risen,

that's where the final
ritual will take place.

- What? They're gonna kill
you, Zee.

Suck out your soul like
some kind

of demonic Dyson set on
overdrive.

- Listen, everything you
need is in here.

- What's gonna happen?

- You have everything you need.

- No! Zee, don't do this!

Don't do this! Don't leave me!

Don't leave me! I can't do
this alone!

I'm not who you think I am.
I'm not the Fortuitous One.

I'm just a fat fucking
patty slinging chubby

fat fucking virgin.

Zee!

Zee!

Paging. Mr. Bartok.

Paging Mr. Bartok, I'm in
your office

fucking up your shit.

What you gonna do about it?

Bartok, where are you?

Come and get me!

Dear
Onyx, if you are reading this,

I know things must seem
pretty grim.

It looks as though you
are all alone

facing something insurmountable.

But I assure you, that
isn't the case.

We, your friends, are with you.

The prophecy of the
Fortuitous One is clear.

If the souls are collected
underneath the blood moon,

a portal will open
leading directly

to Abaddon's lair in hell.

If the Fortuitous One throws
themselves into the pit,

they will not only be
reborn from beyond,

they will also have the
power to reanimate

the ones who have perished
by the Knife of Dagon.

All of this must be done under
the gaze of the blood moon,

lasting only 300 seconds.

That's five minutes.
- Got it.

- Ade due Damballa.

Give me the power,
I beg of you.

Ade due Damballa.

Give me the power,
I beg of you!

Ade due Damballa.

Give me the power-
♪ Somewhere ♪

♪ Out there ♪

Onyx,
I cannot say whether or not

you are the one the
prophecy speaks of.

That could not be
determined by my studies.

You must search within yourself

and find what you know
in your heart to be true.

However, if you are not the
Fortuitous One

and you throw yourself
into the hell mouth,

you will burn alive as you
fall for miles and miles,

hurdling toward Abaddon's
pit deep beneath

the Earth's surface,
fully awake and aware

for the entirety of the fall.

Then once arriving in his lair,
undoubtedly face centuries

of torture at the hands
of Abaddon

and his many demonic minions.

Good luck.

- Huh.

I have everything I need, huh?

- Patty slinger!

The time has come.

The blood moon blesses us

and Abaddon is waiting.

Zee.

- No. Kneel and accept
your fate.

Put your magic to some
good use

and make this fool do
as I say.

- Kneel in the name of Bartok.

- Now we can begin.

Father, hear me.

I have done as you have asked.

The talisman of souls is
nearly full.

You have commanded,
and I have obeyed.

With this final offering,
we make way for Abaddon.

It's sad. For you, I mean.

But they're not really
in there anymore.

They're in here.

Do you know how I know

you aren't the Fortuitous One,
Marcus?

Because you don't impress me.

Farrah, the book.

Ade due Damballa.

Give me the power, I beg of you.

Secoise entienne mais
pois de morte.

Ade due Damballa.

Give me the power,
I beg of you.

Secoise entienne
mais pois de morte.

Ade due Damballa.

Give me the power,
I beg of you!

Secoise entienne mais
pois de morte!

Rise, Abaddon! Come to me!

Give me power!

- Hey, Bartok!

I just wanted to tell
you something real quick

before all my soul goo is gone.

Hey, I just wanted to say.

- What?

I was just trying to tell
you.

- What are you saying,
patty slinger?

Uh, this isn't one of Farrah's
crystals at all.

It's an ultra green
pumaman variant.

Surprised you didn't know that.

So I'm free to do
whatever the fuck I want.

Oh. Oh!

How deep does that hole go?

Well, here goes nothing.

- My life's work!

Gone, in a flash,

because you wouldn't
do as you were told.

You couldn't keep them in line.

You couldn't protect years

of my work for one fucking
weekend!

I've spent my life
preparing for this one night.

Let him rise.

Let him rise.

Let him rise.

- What?
- Let him rise.

- What?
- Let him rise.

- What are they saying?
Why are they saying that?

- I stand before you now
not as the man you once

knew me to be, but as a
man revivified,

no longer made of earthly
flesh and bone,

but rather built of
supernatural sinew

and metaphysical muscle, not
unlike the genetic builds

of angels and demons
that wage forever war

in opposing kingdoms,
battling over the fates

of monsters and mites
until both time and space

stretch to bleak nothingness
and the stars refuse to expand.

But for what is this
battle raging, you ask.

I dunno. What stands at
the center?

To that I say my soul is at
the center,

for I am Onyx the Fortuitous,
slayer of the bright realm,

an altered warrior destined
to return my friends' souls

to their bodies and seal this
weeping hell portal thusly.

I dunno. Being reborn is
pretty cool.

Not much time left!

Quick, ghoul buddies,
single file.

Farrah, please!

- Our Father was wrong to
choose you.

His faith in foolish men
never ceases to amaze me.

- Is this how you repay me
after all I've done for you?

- This is gonna feel weird
at first,

but then it'll feel good 'cause
you'll get your souls back.

When in doubt,
skewer it out.

- What are you going to do?

Kill me?
- No. Worse.

Klaatu barada nikto.

I guess that's what you get
for trusting

a psychic demon bitch.

Hmm.

- Now's the time, Onyx, what
I spoke about in your dreams.

- What?
- Your destiny,

the way forward for you, for us.

- Woah! You mean like a sexy
way forward?

- If the Fortuitous One
joins with a demon,

they can take Abaddon's
power and rule together

as kings and queens in hell.

- Uh, when you say join with
a demon, you mean to like

get married?
- Fuck.

- Oh, fuck. Okay, right,
got it.

So reign with you in hell
and leave my friends behind,

or stay here with them and
be without my demon bride.

- I knew it was you all along.

I know you could feel me too,

guiding you, pulling
you through.

Stay with me, Onyx.

Together, hell can be what
we make of it.

Slave to no master, a
kingdom of our very own.

- But-

My friends.

- This is our last chance,
Onyx.

Be with me now or leave me
and forever be my enemy.

- I'm sorry, Farrah,

but I can't rule with you
in hell.

My place is here.

With my-

- With what? A band of
losers, know nothings?

Is that what you want over
loyalty and exaltation?

Then take your rightful
place as the leader

of the forever forsaken
ugly fuck-ups.

- Farrah!

- Farewell,
Onyx the Fortuitous.

Until we meet again
in your nightmares.

- Ah, you're better off
without her, Fortuitous One.

- Yeah, I think you're right.
Oh, shit.

Y'all transformed.
That's fucking tight.

That is fu-, that's,
that's tight

Yeah. And he's dead.

Aw. Huh.

Hello?

Oh, come on. Oh, you're
so bad.

- Welcome to Briardale Manor.

- The fuck?

Ah, the children.

This is our room of focus
and meditation.

Currently our resident
witch is using it to hone

their newfound insights and
skills.

- Hey.

- Hi.

- This is the study.

Here, you'll find volumes upon
volumes of satanic writings.

If you've got a thirst for
knowledge,

it can be quenched within
these walls.

But here is where we'll take
our lunch.

A place set for everyone.

Ah, I'm being summoned.
Excusez moi.

I'd be honored.

- Oh, Mr. Duke.

Wonderful.

♪ I would do anything for love ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ I would do anything for love ♪

♪ But I won't do that ♪

- He's your kid, not mine.

♪ No I won't do that ♪

- I love dancing!

Dancing gets you loose!

- When? When do we get
our revenge?

- Soon. But we must
have patience.

We must wait until the
time is right.

And when it is, we make
his life a living hell.

Understand?
- Yes, master.

As you wish, master.

♪ I would do anything for love ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ I would to anything for love ♪

♪ But I won't do that ♪

♪ No I won't do that ♪

♪ I would do anything for love ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ I would do anything for love ♪

♪ But I won't do that ♪

♪ No I won't do that ♪

- Maybe I'm not Mark who
works at Arby's.

Maybe I'm Onyx the Fortuitous,
slayer of the bright realm.

I dunno.

I do hope his eyes
gaze upon me

and that my allegiance is
recognized, I dunno.

Notice me, Senpai, notice me.

No, I didn't wash my shirt
in between shifts, Masha.

So what if I smell like
roast beef?

This whole place smells like
roast beef.

As I stared into the
darkened void,

imagining the hordes of
devils soon to spring forth,

I couldn't help but ponder,

how deep does that hole go?

I was sitting on the
orange velvet couch

watching "Catteries Not
Included" when suddenly

an arousingly confident
Gadget Hackwrench appeared

and asked for my help in fixing

the ever-beleaguered
Screaming Eagle.

I don't know. I acquiesced.

And as I handed her the hog
ring pliers, her fuzzy digits

grazed mine, and in that
moment, truly, I was woke.

But with one last look of a
warrior's accord, we vaulted,

vaulted higher than
Meat Loaf's motorcycle

bursting through the devilish
graveyard's stony sod,

and just like the Loaf,
we soared.

And just like the Loaf,
we sang.

♪ Like a bat outta hell ♪

♪ I'll be gone when the ♪
morning comes ♪

♪ When the night is over, ♪
like a bat outta hell ♪

♪ I'll be gone, gone, gone ♪