Demigod

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Come out, my child...

Don't fear us. We only want to help you.

Help you ease your pain.

I can smell you. And so can my sister...

- Child. Please. -

Hello, my child...

Come out and make us proud... won't you?

Grimur!

You cannot escape him...

It is your fate.

Please... please!

Help me!

Life begins in pain...

Pain is necessary...

He is coming...

Rejoice!

For you are truly blessed!

Please... help me.

Robin.

Honey, hey, wakey, wakey.

I think we're almost there, maybe...

How long was I out for?

Oh, a couple of hours.

[German music playing on the radio]

Leo, this forest looks exactly like the last forest.

That's because it is. It's 70,000 square miles.

A local in the village told me that,

and he also told me how old it is.

Do you want to know?

Really damn old?

Yes, tack 1,000 years onto that

and you're in the ballpark, sweetheart.

Babe, come on, I think we're lost.

The GPS says we aren't,

or at least it did before we lost signal.

We could ask... him.

Okay, the GPS is right.

We're not lost.

Oh, so that tells you that we're not lost?

Okay.

Are we sure grandpa Karl wasn't a serial killer?

- - You alright?

Yeah, I'm just a little woozy.

Jetlag?

- Yeah, still, but fine. - Okay.

- I'll get out bags, alright? - Okay.

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How long since you saw him last?

The day we left.

I was six, maybe seven.

That's when he and your dad fell out?

Something like that.

Ooh... Damn!

It's a hefty piece of artillery here.

It's got to be worth something.

If he was here, he would break your face for touching that.

Ooh, protective about his antiques, huh?

That one was his favorite.

How the hell do you remember which was his favorite?

I just do.

As a kid he always had it with him

whenever he was telling us stories.

It was like a prop.

He said it was a gift from another hunter.

What were these guys hunting, exactly?

Everything.

- Is this him? - Yep.

Grandpa Karl and me.

Well, you look happy enough.

- What's that? - What?

Did you draw that?

Is that you?

I'm going to walk around outside for a bit.

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- -

So, grandpa Karl butchered a shit ton of bunnies

before the stroke hit.

I don't know why I didn't expect it.

God, that smell!

And yet my dad still wonders why my mom went batshit.

I'll take care of it.

There's some ginger gum in my backpack.

Thank you.

Rest in peace, fellas.

Bunnies buried.

- I wouldn't put it past him. - That was disgusting.

I don't think I like grandpa Karl anymore.

Actually, I don't know if I ever liked him.

Welcome to the family.

You know, when I was a kid,

I used to think this place was paradise.

Even after my mom left.

The trees, the air, animals everywhere.

Always felt like I belonged here.

It definitely doesn't skip on the ambience.

Clothes already smell like death.

Easy fix.

So, how about we get you out of that death shirt?

Stay here. Stay.

Who are you?

What are you doing here?

I'm sorry, but...

No Deutsch.

Yes, American.

English.

I speak English.

Lucky for you, so do I.

So, I'll repeat my question.

What are you doing here?

A visitor. We're visiting.

Karl's family?

Yes.

I'm his granddaughter.

Of course.

The little bird.

It's Robin.

I am Arthur, Arthur Fuchs.

Whiskey?

No, we don't drink.

I mean, we do, but...

Shit, what am I saying?

I'd hoped you would decline, but I had to offer.

This is our way.

So, you are...?

Leo.

Surprised you didn't go for the elbow bump.

Lion.

And a little bird.

A curious match.

Papa!

Not by the ears, Amalia. Remember?

Sorry, Papa.

Who are they?

Friends of Karl.

Karl... the one who died?

This is my daughter, Amalia.

Her English is not the best.

Hi there, Amalia, it's a nice rabbit.

Is rabbit the only thing to eat around here, or what?

You knew Karl?

Yeah.

He was a good marksman.

- Almost as good as me. -

Go fetch our meat.

So, you kill a lot of animals?

Not this time of year.

These woods can be...

unkind.

How so?

- You don't know tales? - What tales?

It's supposedly haunted.

No shit, hence the pic of you and a monster...

Monster?

What did Karl tell you?

Grandpa told me lots of things,

silly stories about monsters and fairies,

and magical creatures that lived in the woods.

I drew him a picture before I left.

It's nothing.

People always say that when they don't want to talk,

that it is nothing or no.

Der Jagerwald is not one for fairy tales.

Jagerwald?

The Hunter's Forest.

Game is plentiful in the spring.