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To Hell and back, and still so quick! You're so noble, it makes me sick!
Long may Baytor continue his reign! King of the criminally insane! Too bad the mental strain of his station so badly limits his conversation!
Gone! Gone! -- the form of man -- Rise, the Demon Etrigan!
Ah! 'Scuse me, Kakk! I knew she'd come! The lady of the triple bum! That sweetest honeypot of Hell -- I'd know her by that noxious smell! The Lady Smegma!
And here behold that pestilential ape; its grip upon his arm could not be faster. Its name is fear. Like fear it alters shape, and yet it licks his hand and calls him master.
The Howler? The host of a malefic evil, conjured by shamen in epoch primeval -- A fierce beast-essence from some dark, bloody plane -- An unreasoning hate -- The Primal Entity came! So awful its power no mortal, at least, can hold it for long without turning to beast! Agonized, tortured, driven insane -- The victim must get the Entity out of his brain!
Blind Abaddon -- Guardian of the Endless Pit, whose guard's not swayed by force or wit. Whose odious powers dwarf beast and man -- Yet'll prove no match for Etrigan!
The this is where we stand or fall. We hold them here. Or not at all.
By the magic of Merlin, I am opening the mystic door to the "Beyond Region -!" It opens slowly -- Brightly -- Like the iris of an occult eye --- Enter and begone!
Masak Mavdil's darkling mist arises, cloaking all that Hell despises... All that Hell has scorned, reviled. Rejected, ejected, and then exiled.
It's not all doom and gloom here in Heaven and Hell's waiting room.
"People"? Do you think us human? Phantoms? Were-bats? Etrigan? no, blue dullard, use acumen! Hellfire saves the hour this day--not man!
You address me by my name sir. For this you have my gratitude. It's rare this demon meets an angel with undogmatic attitude.
The Rock of Green I want, I need. It draws me so like sot to mead. To all who'd take this gem away, I'll gladly grant their final day.
Your child is there now with her Grandfather Nergal, though given his nature, you might find her parts stuck to walls.
I'll never return, but I wish you to live... in memory of the time we've spent wed. For I'm about to unleash myself on the world... and I place it squarely upon your head.
You want me to run for office? And think it an honor as well? What status could be in mere presidency for one who was once king of Hell?
For rhyming demons nothing vexes quite as much as "orange." It's not exact, but in a pinch, I often opt for "whore binge."
Fight me with fire? A foolish decision! What halfwit hits demons with blasts of heat vis--
Then come to Hell! I guarantee the toughest foes you'll ever see. They're demonically wicked -- deliciously bad! Including my hated young brother -- and dad!
Still your tongue, you painted fop! A wise man knows when the killing's done! Though Etrigan has no friends -- if he had, then Morax would be one!
Let me see if I have this straight -- we're to storm an impenetrable fort? Once inside we slay demons unknown -- and recover from them your hort? Excuse me, in rhyming desperation, I used Hank Williams' pronunciation!
So 'fess up, Rectomm -- bloody quick! 'Else your arms and legs clean off I'll rip! And dare you say I pushed that rhyme -- guess where I'll push those limbs of thine?
Very well, "my Lord"... I will aid thee... But there are rules to be obeyed! A demon may not be commanded as one would a servant. A bargain must be made!
So that's the story -- that's the score! The good guy from Hell is now no more! I'm hateful, wicked Etrigan -- demon killer! Hell's hitman!
You call this holy, puny weed? This travesty of human greed? You hope to buy the love of God? Your church is hardly worth a nod! The guy with the collection plate said fifty bucks a prayer's the rate!
When men first lived like fools in caves -- I was there to fill their graves. The day they first invented fire, ten score of souls did feel my ire! I hated man who sought salvation! I tricked them into sweet damnation! I've always hated peace and love! I've naught but hate for the Lord above! In God's sweet love men can rejoice -- but I ne'er heard His blessed voice speak out and offer me the choice, to drink His blessed wine... For that's my place within His game, to be cast out and get the blame, for all these acts of mortal shame... You know what I say? FINE.
General Stuart-- the ghost in Gray! Confederate warlord, won the day! And even in death you kept your rank-- as guardian of the Haunted Tank! This is the end of thy path of glory? Stuck in Limbo? Telling Stories?!
What's Smegma but some demon-tart with whom I had my lusty fun? All that I cared right from the start was that the witch would bear... my son.
Was there a time when, knowing well, we were joined at the soul by the power of Hell, that you and I did see the light and take advantage of our plight? Were you a monster? Were we a team? Were you once evil, now redeemed?
'Tis here I'll teach friend Blood who's boss: where he shall suffer his worst loss! For him within this broken tower: horror eternal... My finest hour.
Our foe is Karrien, Lord of War -- who slew the sons of the Morningstar! Who killed a million demon boys! Who stamped them down like they were toys. Who -- let's face it -- sure is tough! I can't pretend it won't get rough! But he's like anyone alive... He can bleed. And he can die!
Fifty angels I've just plucked! I would say your plans are...
It ain't so bad if you can't rhyme! Normal speech takes half the time! Why stumble over lines of verse that makes the situation worse? I don't care if you shout of sing! You're my comrade -- that's the thing! When angels came, you didn't hide! You stood and fought right at my side!
But listen, friends: 'tis now I'll go. The curtain falls to close the show. A wild, wild ride, a total blast -- but all good things must end, alas. I've told the tale I had to tell... My rhymes are finished now. Farewell.
You already have my gratitude. You shall have my help.
The Gothodaemon, straight from Hell -- a beast that knows this city well. Born of all the rage and fear that's been with Gotham down the years...
In Heaven we've fallen -- I should have guessed! That voice is the voice of Heaven's major pest! To piss Him off is not what is best!
A cold day in Hell is something one shall never see! But for the planet Earth — it might as well be!
No backwards spells? No fishnet hose?! I hates it when a tradition goes!
Tis Glonth' they call you? You great stupid mutt! I much prefer Fatso... the Trampoline Gut!
It is the Demon who dominates, now! It is the Demon who will deal with our ruthless enemies! Instead of fading into Limbo, so an imposter can take my place -- I now have another chance to fight for my existence!
After years-- after centuries-- of being shackled to that pathetic human... after an eternity of restraint, of repression, of resistance... at last. It has finally come to pass! At last, it is finally over!
A great deal has happened in the past year... very little of it good.
Protected by the circle in which you stand, you face the conjured demon Etrigan.
Your tempest quenched my demon-fire -- but you'll still not gain your heart's desire.
Now I to these dank depths come, to steal my future, to find my... Mum...?
Superior strength -- Unequaled will! A man that won't stay down! Impressive superficially. Still -- At heart you're just a clown!
Where 'er Lobo is, I'll track him down. No more he'll play the trait'rous clown. I'll roast his flesh -- Damn his soul to Hell. Then I'll steal his bomb -- And drop it myself!
My magic's gone, and all my power -- Denied me in this mortal cage! But Etrigan's not one to cower -- When still remains his demon's rage!
- Sybil's hopes finally flared
- As her vengeance at last lay in sight.
- Still her battle's not won,
- 'Til the deeds been and done.
- For this' demon continued to fight.'
The Batman's cub? I should have guessed, you shine with the same righteous light! And if, like him, you look within... Is there something like me deep inside?
The arithmetic's beyond my grasp. But well it might be said, that decent demons blunder in -- Where angels fear to tread!
You pious fool, Ryme -- In your hurry to win, you put even me to shame with your sin!
The gracious lady and her root-choked beast have come to save the innocents from harm, to spare them from the monkey's dreadful feast. What noble souls they have! What faith! What charm!
Welcome, my friend, to the Land of the Damned, where torture and horror walk hand in hand -- where pain and despair unfettered roam. Men call it Hell. I call it home!
You act as if you're bloody mad! It cannot be my little lad! Thou wert conceived in Shadow-pool -- so you'd be evil! Not a fool!
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