Scene 9: The Unleashed Power
Interior CATACOMB CHAMBER – NIGHT
The chamber is silent, the air thick with the residual energy of the ritual. Be-el stands, transformed, his eyes glowing with newfound power. The dark aura around him pulses, and a shadowy figure with dark wings materializes, embracing him. Azazel watches in awe, feeling the immense power radiating from Be-el.
AZAZEL (feeling the power) Oh, is this only part of his power? I see a human shadow figure with dark wings embracing him. I hear this shadow figure’s aura talking in Latin.
SHADOW FIGURE AURA (in Latin) “Post longum tempus pars tua iterum fio. Odium tuum desideravi, pars tui iterum fiam. O Beelzebub, dominus odii, denuo pars tui fiam. Numquam iterum discedam, o magister.”
Azazel is amazed and fearful, realizing the magnitude of Be-el’s power. He kneels before Be-el, his voice trembling.
AZAZEL (bowing) Oh Lord Beelzebub, I will serve you. I will bleed for you. I will serve you even if serving you will cost me my life.
Be-el, feeling the power coursing through him, speaks to the shadow figure with a mix of awe and determination.
BE-EL (softly) Don’t worry. We will not be separated again.
In the corner, the UNKNOWN WOMAN is sucking the blood of the virgin woman with a fervent, almost desperate thirst. Her mouth is smeared with blood, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She looks up at Be-el, her voice dripping with delight.
UNKNOWN WOMAN (with a bloody mouth) I am happy to see your shadow unite with you again, Be-el. But beware, the more power you gain, the easier it will be for the angels to sense your presence. Your aura will be like a beacon to them.
She returns to the virgin woman, greedily sucking the remaining blood. Be-el turns to her, his expression a mix of curiosity and caution.
BE-EL (curiously) What do you gain from this, truly?
The UNKNOWN WOMAN wipes her mouth, a satisfied smile spreading across her face.
UNKNOWN WOMAN (pleased) Power, Be-el. This blood renews me, strengthens me. It has been too long since I tasted something so pure. But remember, your power comes with risks. The angels will not ignore your presence for long.
Azazel continues to kneel, his voice reverent and fearful.
AZAZEL (worshipping) Master, your power is beyond anything I have seen. We are ready to follow you, to fight for you, to die for you.
Be-el, feeling the weight of his newfound strength and the responsibility it brings, nods slowly.
BE-EL (resolutely) Then we must move quickly. We cannot afford to linger. There is much to be done, and the risk of being detected is too great.
The UNKNOWN WOMAN rises, her thirst sated for now. She looks at Be-el with a mixture of admiration and caution.
UNKNOWN WOMAN (seriously) Use your power wisely, Be-el. The path ahead is fraught with danger. But with your shadow by your side, you are more formidable than ever.
Be-el nods, feeling the dark energy within him, the shadowy figure now fully integrated with his being. He turns to Azazel, who remains kneeling.
BE-EL (commanding) Rise, Azazel. We have work to do. The world of men awaits, and Beatrice needs me.
Azazel stands, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and reverence.
AZAZEL (steadfastly) Yes, my lord. We will follow you wherever you lead.
As they prepare to leave the catacombs, Be-el feels a renewed sense of purpose, his dark power surging within him. The UNKNOWN WOMAN watches them go, a satisfied smile on her lips as she whispers to herself.
UNKNOWN WOMAN (to herself) The lord of hatred returns to the world of men. Let the angels beware.
FADE OUT.
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