Spawn

EVERY HELL SPAWN,

ALL THE WAY BACK TO THE PRIMORDIAL PAST,

HAS LOST THEIR STRUGGLE WITH THE DARKNESS.

DON'T GIVE INTO THE DEMONS.

YOU HEAR ME, SOLDIER?

DON'T LET THE DEMONS TAKE YOU.

WHEN YOU PULLED THAT TRIGGER

YOU MADE HELL TAKE NOTICE.

SPAWN WAS BORN ON THAT DAY.

WE WERE PARTNERS.

FROM THE DAY WE MET, MY JOB WAS TO WHACK YOU.

WHO GAVE THE ORDER?

IT WAS WYNN!

I KILLED HIM...!

CONFESSIONS OF A FRUITCAKE,

PROBABLY NOTHING.

CHECK THE ALLEYS FOR ANOTHER BODY ANYWAY.

DETECTIVES BURKE AND WILLIAMS,

I'M LISA WU, WASHINGTON POST.

YOU'RE INVESTIGATING MURDERS COMMITTED

IN THE ALLEYS OFF 42nd STREET.

NO COMMENT, LADY.

HAVE YOU FOUND THE GUNS USED IN THE MURDERS?

GET AWAY FROM ME!

A HELL SPAWN CAN BE FREE OF THE CURSE.

HOW CAN YOU KNOW THAT?

BECAUSE I AM FREE.

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AHH!

WE'VE ALL SEEN FACES THAT MAKE US TURN OUR HEADS.

PEOPLE WITH SCARS OR BAD BURNS.

WHAT IF IT WENT WAY BEYOND THAT?

WHAT IF SOMEONE HAD A FACE SO UGLY AND HIDEOUS

THAT EVEN THEY COULDN'T BEAR THE SIGHT OF THEMSELVES?

THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED TO AL SIMMONS,

NOW TRAPPED IN A BURNT BODY

THAT'S NOT EVEN HIS OWN.

RETURNING FOR A LOVER WHO'S NOW LOST.

HE REMEMBERS THE WAY HIS WIFE USED TO TOUCH HIM,

CARESS HIS FACE, KISS HIS LIPS.

HE MIGHT AS WELL BE TRAPPED IN A STONY TOMB.

COLDNESS SEEPING INTO THE BONES,

ALL ALONE,

SUFFOCATING IN THE TOTAL DARKNESS.

HOW DOES ONE FIND HUMANITY IN AN ALLEY?

HOW DOES ONE REGAIN ONE'S SOUL

IN AN ABANDONED CHURCH?

FOR THIS NEWEST HELL SPAWN,

THIS ALLEY IS A WEIGH STATION,

HIS SPECIAL PURGATORY.

... IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH,

UNTIL DEATH DO YOU PART.

HE LURKS HERE IN THE SHADOWS,

AMID THIS HUMAN DEBRIS,

WAITING...

JUST INSIDE THE PORTAL FROM HELL.

BUT THIS IS NOT HIS DOMAIN.

HIS DOMAIN IS THAT BURNED SKIN.

HIS SHELL OF NECROPLASM, AND THE SCARLET SHROUD

WHICH HOVERS AROUND HIM,

PROTECTING HIM AND POSSESSING HIM,

AT THE SAME TIME.

WHERE IS THE OLD MAN?

WHY ISN'T HE HERE?

I DON'T KNOW.

HE'S A GHOST, LIKE YOU.

HE JUST APPEARS.

AL, WHAT'S HAPPENING TO YOUR FACE?

HE'S LAUGHING AT ME!

C'MON, IT'S OKAY, MAN, IT'S OKAY.

LOOK, IT'S JUST THE CHURCH BELLS.

C'MON, IT'S SUNDAY MORNING.

STOP IT!

STOP IT!

LEAVE ME ALONE!

I AM STILL ALIVE.

DID YOU THINK YOU COULD STRIKE A DEAL WITH MALEBOLGIA?

AND THEN RENEGE?

THIS IS A GRAVEYARD.

I CAN FEEL THE DEATH.

YES, LOOK AROUND YOU.

THESE ARTIFACTS ARE ALL THAT REMAIN

FROM HELL SPAWNS OF THE PAST.

THEY WERE CURSED LIKE YOU.

THIS IS THEIR SHRINE.

A REMINDER OF WHAT MAY BE YOUR FATE.

MAYBE YOU'RE NOT A CRAZY OLD BUM.

WHAT DO THEY CALL YOU?

I HAVE HAD MANY NAMES.

IN THIS TIME, THEY CALL ME COGLIOSTRO.

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HIDING HERE?

HIDING?

I'VE BEEN HERE FOR MANY YEARS.

YOU SEE, I'M THE NIGHT CURATOR OF ANTIQUITIES,

THIS IS HOW I HAVE KEPT THESE RELICS SAFE,

WHILE I WAITED FOR YOU.

WAITED?

IN EVERY AGE, A HELL SPAWN IS SENT.

I TRY TO GUIDE THEM,

AS I'VE TRIED TO GUIDE YOU.

BUT THEY ARE LOST SOULS.

I'M NOT THEM.

THIS IS YOUR TOMB.

WHAT DEAL DID YOU STRIKE WITH HIM?

IT WAS THE TIME OF KNIGHTHOOD,

A TIME OF THE MIST.

AFTER THE ENDLESS BATTLES

AND THE SLAUGHTER OF INNOCENTS,

IT WAS I WHO WAS SENT BY MALEBOLGIA

TO COLLECT THE SOULS,

AND RIDE WITH THEM IN THE AIR NIGHT,

THE RIDE OF THE DEAD.

BUT NEVER TO DIE,

THERE WAS NO HONOR IN THAT,

NOT FOR A KNIGHT.

MY HONOR HAD BEEN TAKEN FROM ME.

I TURNED AWAY FROM KILLING,

THE BLACK ARTS DREW ME.

I STRUGGLED WITH EVIL INSIDE

AND USED SORCERY TO FREE MYSELF.

IN THAT TIME, I WAS KNOWN AS MERLIN.

IF YOU ARE THE BLACK KNIGHT,

THEN I WANT ANSWERS.

YOUR FLESH REBELS AGAINST YOU.

THE SHROUD ATTACKS YOU.

YOU WALLOW IN SELF PITY.

YOUR LOSS.

I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANYMORE TALK, OLD MAN!

YOU CLAIM TO BE SOME KIND OF WIZARD.

SHOW ME WHAT THIS GODDAMN SHROUD IS GOOD FOR!

NO.

YOU WILL, OLD MAN.

THIS IS NOT THE ALLEY, HELL SPAWN.

I MAKE THE RULES IN THIS PLACE.

YOU ARE IN MY DOMAIN.

THEY MAY HAVE TAKEN YOUR HONOR

BUT THEY STOLE MY LIFE.

I CAME BACK FOR WANDA.

BUT SHE SEES ME AS A MONSTER.

DO YOU WISH TO FIND THE ANSWERS?

WHAT ARE YOU PREPARED TO DO?

I AM GOING TO GET MY LIFE BACK.

IF YOU WON'T HELP ME,

I'LL FIND THE ANSWERS SOMEWHERE ELSE.

ONE OF YOUR OFFICERS FOUND A REPORT

ON A COP KILLED IN THE ALLEYS.

Jason, you're a busy man.

Why are you spending your time

reading our New York City police reports?

CHIEF BANKS,

IF I DIDN'T FEEL YOU SERVED A PURPOSE FOR ME,

I WOULDN'T HAVE GOTTEN YOU NOMINATED

FOR POLICE COMMISSIONER AND WE WOULDN'T BE HAVING

this conversation, would we?

MR. WYNN, I DIDN'T MEAN TO IMPLY...

THE REPORT WAS WRITTEN BY AN OFFICER

NAMED MAX WILLIAMS.

Twitch, smart cop, thorough.

HIS PARTNER IS SAM BURKE, A MEAT AND POTATOES GUY.

YOUR SMART COP DESCRIBES THE SHOOTING DEATH

OF ONE OF YOUR BEST OFFICERS,

KILLED IN THE ALLEYS.

The dying man's last words on earth were,

"red cloak".

FIND THE MAN IN THE RED CLOAK.

DON'T MOVE IN ON HIM UNTIL YOU CALL ME.

Consider it done.

THE DAMN THING'S NO GOOD,

THE SIGHTS ARE OFF OR SOMETHING.

YES, SIR.

WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT.

IT'S JAMMED.

FORTUNATELY.

I CAN USUALLY SHOOT THE DICK

OFF A SQUIRREL FROM HERE.

LOOK AT THIS JUNK, STUPID GUN!

YOUR LACK OF AIM IS SURELY THE GUN'S FAULT, SIR.

LACK OF AIM, HUH?

WHAT, TWITCH, YOU THINK YOU CAN DO BETTER?

YOU KNOW, TWITCH,

YOU REALLY LOST YOUR SENSE OF HUMOR.

YOU'RE TOO SERIOUS.

YOU GOTTA LEARN TO LIGHTEN UP A LITTLE.

LET'S JUST SEE NOW.

LUCKY SON-OF-A-BITCH.

GIVE ME THAT GUN.

BURKE, I THOUGHT THEY WEREN'T GONNA

LET YOU BACK ON THE RANGE

AFTER THAT INCIDENT LAST WEEK.

HEY, I'VE BEEN CLEARED OF THAT ONE.

IT WAS THE GUY'S FAULT, HE SHOULD HAVE DUCKED.

YOU'RE AT A DISADVANTAGE, BURKE.

YOUR GUT KEEPS YOU TOO FAR FROM THE TARGET.

HEY, TWITCH,

I THINK THE CHIEF JUST CRACKED A JOKE.

ALRIGHT, THIS IS YOUR REPORT

ON ONE OF OURS THAT WAS KILLED IN THE ALLEYS.

WE CLOSED THAT CASE, IT WAS OUR COLLAR.

THAT COP WAS KILLED BY A CRAZY PRIEST.