Scene 26: The Encounter with the Prophet
The tent of the Prophet Elymas Bar is grand and opulent, filled with rich tapestries and flickering candlelight. The air is heavy with the scent of incense and the soft murmurs of loyal followers. The Prophet, a figure of commanding presence, sits on an ornate throne. His dark eyes gleam with a mix of cunning and charisma. Around him, young women attend to his every need, one holding a goblet of wine, another kneeling by his side.
Be-el and Azazel enter the tent, their expressions a mix of curiosity and suspicion. They are greeted by the Prophet, who gestures for them to sit.
Prophet Elymas Bar
(smiling warmly)
“Welcome, newcomers. I have heard much about you. Please, sit and share in my hospitality.”
Be-el and Azazel take their seats, their eyes scanning the tent and its occupants.
Prophet Elymas Bar
(continuing)
“Tell me, what do you think of our humble village and its ways?”
Be-el
(forcing a smile)
“It is… quite remarkable. The devotion of your people is truly something to behold.”
Internally, Be-el feels a deep unease, but he keeps his thoughts to himself. Azazel, on the other hand, finds a twisted enjoyment in the village’s dark practices.
Azazel
(with a slight smirk)
“Yes, it is fascinating to see such unwavering faith.”
The Prophet nods, a satisfied smile on his lips. He gestures to the young woman by his side, who steps forward and kneels before him.
Prophet Elymas Bar
(softly)
“Faith is everything here. This young woman, for instance, is one of my most devoted followers.”
He caresses her cheek, his touch both possessive and tender. She looks up at him with adoration.
Prophet Elymas Bar
(to the woman)
“Who owns your body, my dear?”
Young Woman
(reverently)
“My body is for the Prophet’s pleasure. I am made to be deflowered by the Prophet.”
The Prophet nods, then looks at Be-el and Azazel with a glint of pride in his eyes.
Prophet Elymas Bar
“Watch.”
He orders the young woman to undress. She does so without hesitation, her movements graceful and unashamed. She begins to pleasure the Prophet, her devotion evident in every touch.
Prophet Elymas Bar
(to Be-el and Azazel)
“This is the path to heaven. Through me, the Prophet, and my guidance.”
After the act, the Prophet takes a goblet of water and hands it to the woman.
Prophet Elymas Bar
(softly)
“Drink this, my dear, and you shall be in heaven.”
The young woman looks at Be-el and Azazel, her eyes filled with unwavering faith.
Young Woman
(before drinking)
“Prophet Elymas Bar is the true Prophet of God.”
She drinks the water, her eyes fixed on the Prophet. Moments later, she begins to vomit violently, convulsing on the ground before dying. Be-el feels a wave of sadness and anger, his shadow darkening behind him.
Be-el
(coldly)
“You will pay for that.”
A dark aura forms around Be-el, his shadow growing larger and more menacing. He speaks in Latin, his voice filled with hatred.
Be-el
(in Latin)
“Odium consumit.”
(Hate consume)
The Prophet starts laughing, his face twisting into a mocking grin.
Prophet Elymas Bar
(mocking)
“Be-el, are you going to kill me with that?”
Be-el is taken aback, his eyes narrowing.
Be-el
(shocked)
“How do you know my name?”
The Prophet’s face begins to change, revealing an older, more sinister visage with deep slices across his skin. A dark mark appears on his forehead, D-C-L-X-V-I
Prophet Elymas Bar
(smirking)
“You already know me, Be-el. We have met before.”
Be-el’s mind races, trying to piece together the fragments of his past and the identity of this man.
Be-el
(demanding)
“Who are you?”
The Prophet leans closer, his eyes burning with malice.
Prophet Elymas Bar
(whispering)
“I am your old friend, Be-el. The one who has waited for your return.”
Be-el’s eyes widen with realization and horror. The figure before him is no ordinary man; he is a being of great power and darkness.
Be-el
(resolutely)
“You will not win, Elymas.”
The Prophet’s laughter fills the tent, echoing with a dark promise.
Prophet Elymas Bar
“We shall see, Be-el. We shall see.”
The scene fades, leaving Be-el and Azazel with a newfound understanding of the enemy they face and the dark path that lies ahead.
FADE OUT.
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