ആദ്യത്തെ 110 വരികൾ.
This so-called Revolution,
it's not a struggle for the rights of man.
It's an abomination, an affront to the natural order,
to common decency,
above all,
to God and his church.
My own holy order, the Knights of Saint John,
founded to protect pilgrims in the wars for the Holy Land,
has been commanded to submit to the blasphemous, Godless state.
We would rather die.
But whatever atrocities they commit
in the names of their sacrilegious future,
the days of this abomination will soon be over.
A deliverer is at hand.
A new Joan of Arc,
a mighty warrior queen to lead us to salvation.
She will raise a holy army of the righteous
to crush the blasphemers.
In the name of God.
In the name of God.
Name your business in the Commune of Paris.
This is Paris, is it?
What a dump.
I'm a representative of the Insurrectionary Commune of Paris.
State your business.
I'm a representative too, of the Messiah.
Religious orders need to register with the National Convention.
Not that Messiah.
The real one.
I don't know if I should bury it.
Come on. I need help with breakfast.
I've heard about the revolution in Saint-Domingue, of course,
but the Paris papers only reach here sometimes,
and then about six months late.
So I know the slaves rose up, burned all the sugar plantations,
and killed all the bastard slave owners.
Not quite all. One escaped.
Many white colonists were vampires.
The island was teeming with all kinds of evil.
And it's not over yet, our revolution.
We're still fighting.
I'll call a meeting.
It will be so inspiring.
Representatives from another revolution.
- You were slaves then, were you? - Annette was.
I was an opera singer.
Oh my God.
This bread.
We've been living off ship rations for weeks.
If I never eat another strip of dried meat for as long as I live...
Yeah, and fuck knows what kind of meat it even is.
You've spent time on a ship?
I sailed here from Boston when I was a boy.
Worst few weeks of my life.
I didn't think it was humanly possible to vomit so often.
Nor did I.
Annette found my suffering hilarious.
Everything's an opera, even puking over the side of a ship.
Tell me what you know about this Vampire Messiah.
In Saint-Domingue, there's a mambo, a priestess, my teacher.
She's a powerful sorcerer and seer.
It was she who told me to find you.
And she knows about this Messiah?
She said, "Something is changing out here in the Old World."
For centuries, vampires have lived coiled around the old houses of Europe,
like vines.
Close allies of the dukes and barons, the principalities,
even the royal courts themselves.
That's amazing.
But many vampires resented their reliance on human kings and princes.
This Messiah promises to make them unquestioned masters of the world.
Won't that be fun.
They'll leave the kings and princes in place,
but with vampires pulling the strings,
which means, first, they need to crush the Revolution.
Oh, what a surprise.
The evil Messiah is on the side of the old regime.
The priestess told me you could do magic.
I could when I was a kid.
What happened?
I don't know.
Never mind. We'll make do.
The Messiah was a monster before she was a vampire.
She?
Even as a human, she tortured and murdered young girls and boys.
What's her name? The Vampire Messiah, do you know her name?
Erzsebet Bathory.
Countess Erzsebet Bathory.
Mum, what's wrong?
Oh, no.
Mum?
Oh, yes.
She'll do nicely.
The Messiah will be pleased.
I never really told you why I fled from Russia.
You... said you had no choice.
That's true.
But I never really told you who I had to leave behind.
I thought... I hoped...
that it was locked away in the past and far away in the East...
and you were safe from it.
But of course you're not safe.
I was born 4,000 miles to the east, in Russia,
by the banks of a great river.
People were poor, cruelly treated.
So, my family, a clan of Speakers,
settled there for a while to help ease their suffering.
And for a while, we were free.
But, of course, our freedom couldn't be tolerated.
So the soldiers came.
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