Your child has done her job well, and I taste freedom for the first time
in an eon. You will now fear me?
For you have served your purpose well holy man,
and for this should I exercise mercy as a god might?
Now that'd be nice, but I'm not holdin' me breath.
Yes, I shall spare and secure for you a fate worse than death!
For when you pass beyond this world,
Heaven shall no longer welcome you, for you have released a demon.
My faith will protect me from feckless lesser demons as yourself.
Father!
Ah! The child. I shall snuff out her life as a candle.
The book from the library...
The names... read out the names.
Askeroth, Aqueil, Arrancula, Belial, Bucom, Boliath... Help me!
Keep reading, girl, you're almost there.
Camos, Masteflou...
Verdilet!
How is this?
I move to strike and yet cannot!
You've done well, girl, and before you ask, I'll tell ye.
The book you've got, I myself was looking fer it, but as I couldn't find it,
assumed you had it, and lucky ye did!
But how...?
If you name a demon, you have power over it,
and you named him! It's your shout, Lara.
For this you shall burn for eternity! I shall drown you
in a mire of your own entrails before I squeeze.
Be quiet!
What ye reckon we get out of this God-forsaken place and go and get
a nice cup of tea with Winston? Almost forgot,
would you be wantin' to wave goodbye to our little friend?
Back to where you belong!