Heavenquest: A Pilgrim's Progress

When Lord Aamon hears about this,

you'll all be punished.

He knows what I've done for the Southern Kingdom.

You cannot treat a Judge of the King

like this.

Silence!

You will have your word when we reach the castle,

Judge of the King.

No, please stop!

No!

Lord Aamon!

And who is this one?

Lord Aamon...

These guards have crossed the line.

They've taken me from my home in Gamor

and have yanked me throughout the treacherous woods.

They've made a grave mistake.

They do not know of my allegiance

to the Southern Kingdom and how I've served you

with all my might.

Did you not know of his allegiance

to the Southern Kingdom and how he served me

with all his might?

Who are you?

I'm Vangel of Gamor,

Judge of the King of the South.

I've served Gamor with pride and vigilance for years.

- I... I... I... - Hmm.

I didn't know this was Vangel of Gamor,

Judge of the King of the South.

Lord Aamon, have I done something

to offend you?

I don't know.

But let's find out.

Aamon!

You're more than what you say, aren't you, Vangel?

- You've seen it. - Seen what?

What have I seen?

What are you speaking of?

Take him to the Fires of Mauna, find out what he knows.

Oh!

I've done nothing wrong to the South!

Find out what he knows and then dispose of him.

You... you have the wrong man.

This is just a misunderstanding.

It's nothing I can't clear out.

I just need time!

Please! No!

Lord Aamon, no!

Lord Aamon, you can't do this!

No! No!

Bring in the next one.

Keep it moving!

Get up!

Come on!

Hasten your pace!

Up!

Get up, judge!

The Fires of Mauna await you!

Hey!

That way.

Rest here.

I need water.

What's the matter, Judge of Gamor?

Never got your hands dirty?

It might surprise you, I wasn't always a judge.

Really?

Then what were you before?

Manager of your rich father's mistresses?

- Nah. - No, no, no.

I was a people watcher.

I observed their habits, their manners.

You could tell a lot from someone

just from their expression, their insecurities,

their desires.

I learned a lot how about people can be bent

to do what you want as long as you can expose them.

For example, your father,

he never had a woman on the side.

Hell no.

My mother would castrate him immediately.

There you go.

But his father, he did.

What was that?

Oh, your father kept other women, did he not?

That's why you fell silent when he made a joke about

rich fathers running around.

The look on your face.

The look on your face.

It's like he dug it all up from where you tried

to bury it all.

You... you bloody rich prick!

I'll teach you some manners...

Your mother!

She was one of the mistresses, wasn't she?

You bloody liar!

I'm no liar.

I speak the truth.

The truth about what I see.

After all, I am a judge.

Am I not?

I say we kill him!

I say we kill him now

and tell them that he died on the way!

Huh?

No!

Get off!

One more time!

My Lord.

The prisoner, the Judge of Gamor.

Where is he?

We don't know.

Samael.

Find him.

Is this Vangel of Gamor worth the search?

What if he's not the prophesied one?

How can we be certain that the prisoner

is one of the Five?

He's seen the vision of the North.

Why would the North choose a wretch like him?

Are you questioning me?

Lord Aamon, forgive me.

My men and I will search for him high and low.

We will not stop until he is found.

Bring him back alive.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Easy, easy!

How'd you get your chains off?

Rock over there.

What's your name?

Bandy.

You?

Vangel.

Where were they taking you?

Fires of Mauna.

Me as well!

My whole village was captured.

No reason.

Now what town are you from?

Gamor.

Gamor, huh?

Gamor's no better than this wretched place.

Judging by your accent

and calloused, coal-ridden hands,

I'd say you were dragged from the mining town of Warda.

What are you?

A thief?

A swindler.

That's it, isn't it?

Swindled your way to the top of that god-forsaken city

of scoundrels.

You know, there's a saying where I'm from.

"Remain in the pits or trample others to get out."

There is a reason they arrested you.

Someone overheard me saying I was leaving it for the North.

Were you?

Yes.

Serves you right.

Why would you do something like that?

They say the North is beautiful.

It flows with life,

with wonder.

All I knew my whole life was mines...

Fairy tales for commoners.

If... if you're so important,

then why are you stuck here in this awful forest?

There's been a mistake.

And I'm going to clear it up.

Awesome.

I'm going to Aynor

where they know of my reputation and they'll clear my name.

You're a fool!

With those things on,

you won't make it past the city gates

before they throw you into the dungeon.

So how do we get them off?

There a blacksmith in these parts?

No heat could remove these.

These are crafted by dark power.

Then what do we do?

If we want these off, we need a light-bearer.

Someone with the power of light.

Light-bearers have been appearing

in the Northern Kingdom.

People have been experiencing supernatural things.

It's a sign of the times.

My friend, these are fairy tales.

Fairy tales or not...

I don't know about you, but I'm getting tired of these.

If I come with you to the North,

will you get these bloody things off?

How far is it to Aynor?

Just south of the border.

If we go together,

you have a better chance of making it.

I killed that guy, just like that.

I'm a killer.

You didn't kill that guard.

I didn't kill that guard.

I have a bad feeling about this.