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It's Kane, actually. And wow, you you have such a setup here. So I I thought maybe I could join. He boys I know I'm new here, but I want to dedicate my R to just forgive. Come back and live away. Come on in me. No one is just to be. Please come get me. And take me to your... Away from barrooms filled with smoke. I'll kill you. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, come now. I'm just up here trying to entertain. Alright, stop. Stop the music.
This is disappointing. I think that I'd like to speak with the manager. कर दो कर दो कर दो Well ¡Let's see if we can get a few of you to open up! In the way yes the the table where Ah, ya. ¿Qué es eso? Is that music? A small band on stage, but God. Oh God, Arthur. Get up. What? Get up? The Tables most are They're all turned over, Ending. Oh God. Why? They're all dead.
Arthur o all except uh a band on stage that Are they uh all Not not you. The band it was the one that backed Victor Who is also g Oh Jesus Cain kept him alive. Is there anyone at home? I can't I can't discern pieces from They're just piles of dripping viscera arthur. Oh god. Some are some are stuck into the ceiling. Jesus. He's been here for only a short while and yet The carnage. Indescribable. Worse than Kakon. Say nothing. Yes. And so how to find him? Follow the carnage, I suppose.
Careful! There's a body to you. There. Yes. Tell me you have an idea I have many ideas about many things. Oh the kitchen. The door is open and uh The blood seems to lead back there. Wonderful. The kitchen is a scene of violence. It looks like he used the butcher's block to Butcher Of course. We're flanked on our left with an array of stoves and ovens. Pots burble away, some filled with food. A myriad of half finished dishes and lit burners, but No. no one's alive.
Dozens of knives have been thrown at the galley opening, embedded into the wooden frame of the window, some are red with blood. having caught a cook or having been used to slice flesh before being thrown. The blood, the trail. Yes. Out the back. Into a hallway of sorts. An employee area, I think. This hallway is empty. The red drag marks of blood lead off to the right. This is just recreation for him.
More killing for more killing's sake. This world is going to be either erased from existence or reforged in his image. Nothing here holds any value for him anymore. I'll attempt to make the case nonetheless. You're going to try to convince him. We've tried that before, Arthur. We've told him You told him about the dangers of his desire. I want to focus on the benefits of this existence, maybe. Benefits?
A can, it rolled out ahead of us. There's another hallway up ahead. Presumably for patrons of the way, it runs perpendicular to this one. Cain? He's either not here right now or toying with us. My bed is on the ladder. This hallway branches off to the left and the right again. It looks like the hallway ends in a gallery to the left. And to the right it should lead us back to the lounge.
Though there is a large room between us and the lounge that seems to be the blood stained destination. The gallery? Bloody footprints head in that direction, but no drag marks. The gallery's a dead end. It looks like it. Well let's rule it out at least. All right. It's quiet. Eerily. I've never known Kane to be so quiet. His smile. The way the Blackstone has affected him. It seems no one is immune.
Not human nor god. Why? I have no idea. If I had to guess, I suppose. Well Azatoth is a god to all things. Variants. different versions of you, Kane, myself. Do you think that's why Kane wants to kill the manager? I suppose that must be part of it, yes. Obviously he believes his plan can only work if he's the last remaining Narothotep. Right. So him being the last of his kind must in some way make him capable of donning the mantle of Azatoth's role in creation.
The uniqueness of him, the unrivaled nature of being the last. How she was removed from existence by essentially consuming herself. In a way, I suppose Kane's plan is the opposite. I suppose. The gallery is just ahead. There are no doors, just an open archway to its interior. All right. What if he should fail to find the manager? That is a question you don't wanna know the answer to.
Kane. He sits before a large painting, leaning back on his arms as if bathing in the sun. Ooh, well said. So evocative. So much color in your descriptions, Bumblebee. Kane, listen to me. Hold on now. I heard your little plan to convince me. Sure, sure, sure, sure. Look, I am not an unreasonable man. You can make a little argument in a second, but first Look at this. Will you? Look at this piece. He gestures to a large canvas before him.
It's an abstract piece of art. Shoots of yellow and red cover the canvas with brush strokes that seem unconventional. Unconcerned. Uncouth. Unstable. Oh, is it? Really? You know, I thought the artist showed some real potential here. Clearly they're expressing a great deal of anger, resentment, frustration, and Passion Such potential.
Why the creator of this work could create such wonderful things when not restricted to a canvas. Don't you think? Artie? I've never had an eye for art. And yet, art is in your name! Funny. Come now, Sponge. Surely you can see the kind of potential this artist has It is the unfettered scriplings of a mad god Art really is in the eye of the beholder, isn't it?
Or maybe I'm just seeing things the way I want to see them. I I do want to be able to take a criticism, you know. For so much of my existence, this oh, this reality, you know, it's it's felt a lot like a canvas. A great big beautiful glorious canvas. One with near infinite potential. With such possibility, and and yet have been restricted to painting in nothing but yellows and Imagine how frustrating.
To be a being of such immense power, having to exist in such a finite space, a landscape laid out before me, and yet being so limited in tools. Is that so? Yes it is! Hell! I I can only get so many colors from Daddy Daniel over there. It's Daniel. His body. It's been pulled apart. Torn. His stomach. is open and in pieces.
He's been plucked apart, Arthur. Well, of course. No other hue could match the perfect off-white of the inside of an eye. Or the putrid green that comes from squeezing the gallbladder. God damn you. Oh come out. This isn't your Daniel. It's just another poor bastard who happened to know you. Daniel? But I hear what you're saying. I can read between the lines. You're saying a poor craftsman blames his tool.
And I shouldn't blame poor Daniel over there for the icker that's a little too green for my liking. And after all it is art. Art is about expressing oneself. This is not expression. Oh what it is. And what's more? That's what this new reality will become. You know, I made my pitch previous by painting you a word picture, but I don't think you truly understand. I do. See you say that!
But what are words? Just a poor excuse for the real thing. The real thing? Look, each of us wants our turn at convincing the other that our way is the right way. So I'll show you mine and then you can show me yours. No deal. Oh, please. Why do you care what I think? I don't know. You know, I feel this pull towards you, Arthur. Some call it connection. Some call it fate. Hell. Some call it madness. But I Arthur, I want you to get it. To understand, to feel what I feel. For just one moment. Please
You're asking me. I mean look, we both know at this point I will do what I want. So maybe the better question is, do you want to feel it alone? Or do you want to bring Johnny Boy as well? Your choice We are in this together. Damn straight. Well, alright then. Let's go. Do you feel that? This is my grand design. And that feeling that is meaning.
That sense of belonging, as if a part of an organ fulfilling the needs of an endless wall of flesh, pulsing and beating as blood flows through you against the infinite tapestry of stars. In my new reality. It isn't the coffee or the corner. Or the wink from the pretty girl that gives you meaning here. No. You are part of something. an intricate peace. How many mouths are unfed in this world? How many terrible families leave their children orphans?
That petty drudgery that day to day nonsense, it's gone here. All you have. And my dream is unending. Now tell me. Doesn't that feel amazing? I. It does. I feel. Like I belong. Because you do none of us can exist separate without each vital part. Without you? I can give you purpose. I can give you new existence. All you have to do. I can give you meaning. Meaning? It's a sacrifice! I admit it. Sacrifice. What do you know about sacrifice? What do I know? Look at me!
We're back in the lounge again of the Waley. Look at the smile! Do you see this? This is the grin of Azatoth stuck upon my face like a brand. On his own flesh and blood. Can you imagine? You want to talk about bad dads? Oh, Azatoth! He takes the cake. The band is still here. Frozen and too afraid to move. You blame him. Azatoth is everything, my dear. And therefore he holds the only possible blame.
He is every terrible cancer, every scorched planet, every broken dream, every sinister thought, everything, everything, everything he is everything good too. He's a reason for every child's laughter, every warm greeting on a cold day, every every moment of peace within those terrible moments. You happily cling to you God you're so what? He doesn't make those moments those happen because he is indifferent to all of you to all of us He's not the reason for them, but he does hold the blame.
What's the fucking difference? If he's indifferent to the good, then he's indifferent to the evils as well. Not the cause of them. Are you not angry at his indifference? Are you not frustrated by an indifferent God? An indifferent God. Well, that's just Amen. That's that's not a God. Come again. That's like that's like calling me The father of a forgotten apple seed that grew into a tree. Azathoff dreamt us This all of this by accident.
He isn't the Christian God or any God that claims to have designed our creation. This this existence, this reality it isn't even an afterthought, it's an accident. An unintentional side effect of of an alien entity with immeasurable power. Maybe the word God is definitionally correct, but it wins only by technicality, and it is one I choose not to accept. God's They are angry, jealous, egotistical, and selfish, and yes, benevolent, but they are not whatever Azatoth is.
However, you Ironically, ah. You are perhaps the greatest example of a god that cares. And I wondered why. Pero creo que veo ahora. You spent a long long time amongst humanity. You've seen the hole left by your father. You've seen the need in people to seek a higher power. Scour the skies for answers. You somehow decided it was your job. I don't want a god to save me. I don't need that. I don't need a god to pray to, to worship, to lean on, whether it be Azatoth or you or anything in between.
I want to find my own meaning in life. And what's more? I think most people feel this. So you may have convinced yourself that this world or whatever world you plan to create needs a god. But I am here as the only human standing between you and that reality. Saying we don't. is exactly what you can't comprehend. Rife exists. Between the of what you call a grand design. Or what I call the deranged ramblings of a malevolent God. It looks like we're at an impasse. See
I don't want to get close to you to read that little brain again,'cause well I don't know what tricks you have up your sleeve. Yet I'm counting on the fact that my lovely daughter told you where this manager ran off to after I left you two on the ice. Did you want to just tell me, maybe? I don't know. That's the truth. You can try to read my mind again, you can do whatever you want, but I swear to you. I have no idea. That truly is a disappointment. Is it? I told you!
You didn't want to know the answer to the question, Artie. Which question? What would I do if I couldn't find the manager? And see, you are closer than you think, little ducky. Not being the last Narlathote means I'm not immune to his effects. Which means, my wager. It has no No way of paying off. Wait, wait, what are you saying? You're saying that if you can't kill the manager, then. My plan is Comut! I cannot sit upon that throne. My dream reality, my vision of a new and beautiful future.
He's no more. Okay. Is that... Is that it? Yep. Yeah, we're done. What are you... We're done? Yeah, go home. I give up. I go! I want to be alone. I uh I Okay, okay. OH Wait a minute You know what? Even if I lost my wager. Let's do it anyway! Do it anyway. Yeah. You're going to kill Azathoth. Let's wipe the whole slate clean! No. You ever heard of the atom bomb? The what? Kane, this is madness! Look, let's just say that bomb will wipe out everything and everyone.
But you know what? At least we'll all go together when we go. Amen. Boys, that was your cue. I had to think that sooner or For you. Not to mention other adjectives. Sackcloth and an armband made of black. So riff the bomb that drops You There'll be no one left behind us to grieve for we will All go together when we go. He's dancing on the table. What a comforting fact it is to know. An aspiring achievement! Go together when we go Nachin! And we all will bake together when we bake.
There'll be nobody that's peasant! Act the way! In a grand incineration. Billion hunks of well done steak. I don't expect you to see reason. Oh we'll all fry together when we fry. We will be French fried potatoes by and by. See no more misery when the world is my rotisserie. Yes, we all will fry together when we fry. Cain, there is no reason to do. Madness you can bring to this world, to this reality, you you Oh we all will char together when we char. There'll be no more moaning at the bottom.
Just sing out a tedium when That I see. And the party will be come as you are. Oh, we all will burn together when we burn. To what end, Kane? There'll be no need. And wait your turn. When it's time to For the fallout and St. Peter calls us all out with bar agendas and adjourn. Kane and we all will go together when we Tell I need art and everyone, you know! And we'll all go simulation. Yes we all will go together when we all will go through. We all will go together when we go. Sh well now.
Do you feel you feel that? Yes. Is that the obelisk? Oh seems like the manager sensed my plan. Time to put this all to an end. Say goodbye to the waylay, boy! No one's coming back here again! Arthur! The wheel is... It's falling apart! King is closing it in on itself. The space is moving inwardly. The walls are growing closer. The ceiling is shrinking! We're going to be crushed! We'll all go together when we go! Peaceful, isn't it? We're we're on a beach somewhere.
Shame about the way. No safety net anymore. Won't matter, either way. I've got to talk with Dad. You two you just You two just stay here, okay? I want you I want you two to watch it all from here. At peace You deserve that much, Artie. All for this. Peaceful. A beach? Yes. I've I've been here before. You sure have, Artie. You sure have. I know this place. And Artie She's here too. She's here. Arthur. She's here. I see her. Sheesh. She's here. Enjoy your time.
Cain's standing up, walking toward a a portal. Faro. We're all together at the end. This this isn't right. I know, but the No No, but this isn't Something in the prison pit. A dream I what? So long, Artie. Parting is such sweet sorrow. Caines exiting through the portal. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. No. We need to run. Or Arthur, even if you did, we we wouldn't make it We need to run. We need to run. Get up. Run. We run. Okay. Run! King is at the portal! I don't think we will. We'll make it!
Oh god, it's cold. Your body is freezing. You're wet. Oh god damn it. We're through. We made it. How did you You knew? How did you know? She told us. She... Pharoah, don't you remember? No, no you wouldn't. I had a dream in the prison pit. On a beach. Beach I took for O too. Long ago. I could sense it. It was that same beach, and in my dream she yelled She yelled, run! She warned you. She's with us, John. She's with us till the end. And what an end it will be. Jesus Where are we?
We're back in Arthur, we're in Arkham. We're home. Home again, eh? No. I mean we're outside. On the street. Held in front of your office. On Mosby Where it all began. Mosby. The street is desolate vacant. There's no one around. It's like a ghost town. The sky, Arthur. The sky is red. Right. A crimson shade darker than blood. It ripples and moves as if angry, agitated. Like silt stirred at the bottom of a still water. expands upon itself, blooming ever greater.
Like the clouds themselves breathe an organic sky. One of sinew and flesh. Just as he imagined. He's going to do it, John. He's going to end everything. He's mad. I don't know whether it was the grin or what, but We cannot let him. I know. We cannot let him kill him. We- I know! No matter the cost. No matter the cost. We need to find the obelisk. We need to find a way. It's here as well. It's here. In the center of the street, bathed in the blood-red hue of the sky. It's it's The obelisk.
The ground surrounding it and underfoot is covered in a vine-like growth that snakes its way between the sidewalk, along the pavement, and between the surrounding buildings. Of some corrupted tree. As if searching for water. The thick, dark appendages sprout from the base of the obelisk, making it appear almost alive. The obelisk itself is... Alien.
In the truest sense of the word. It stands impressively tall, at least as tall as the first floor of your building, and perhaps twenty feet wide. It's difficult to tell. We're still a fair distance from it. And yet I can see it so clearly. It widens at the waist, but only slightly. The entire obelisk is covered in long dripping spikes. Bony protrusions that are bent or broken at the halfway point, like elongated fingers beckoning one to come closer.
A viscous slime seems to drip off the grisly object. And the air between the sharp stiff arms seems almost Electrified. As if the obelisk is generating an incredible amount of heat. Oh god. Small arcs of deep orange energy jump between the fingers. But the true monstrous quality of this thing. Lay in its base. The base which widens out again seems to have a great number of teeth. Formless faces, devoid of features, save the mouths.
offer mocking smiles, sinister expressions, sharp, jagged grins like the one plastered upon Kane's face. The Grim of Azatha. is displayed proudly and prominently. on this ungodly artifact. Oh my god! John. John. John, you're so sorry. Believe me when I say... I don't think you would be able to survive witnessing this object. I can feel my own mind fighting. Stay with me. Yes. Look away if you have to. Yes. Where? The sky. Oh god! Oh my god! You should have stayed! On the beach!
It's King Arthur only. He appears as a silhouette against the red skies. God. Shadow fills the city block. With a wingspan that covers the sky. You know, in a way. I suppose I'm glad I have a living Arthur with me. With wings as wide as the buildings that surround us, he slams. Slowly descends. And as he does, the crimson light of the sky illuminates his inhuman, grim authoritz it it Tell him John! Alan, I can't describe it, Arthur. I can't. I... Oh, God! John, just-
Don't you close your eyes, Artie! I want John to see this! I can't talk. Don't open them, please. You have to, John. You need to. I only let a select few see my true face. You two should be honored. Of course, it's still sporting the grin of Azatoth. But I think you can manage to make out my winning smile. Please, I need you, John. We need you. Foreau and I. Please open your eyes! You're you're right. Okay. Okay. Where are those beautiful yellow eyes? He descends on wings of
Oh! What? Oh tell him! He's dying to know. The wings They're made out of you. Arthur. Me? Millions of you, Arthur! I had to break up the band, sadly, but I managed to make use of their skin. I wanted my apocalypse suit to be thematically relevant, you know. He lands softly on the vine-covered ground. His hands are still stained red, his feet still bare but his black suit looks freshly cleaned as I said. The wings fold up behind him. But only slightly, giving him a angelic appearance? Ha ha ha!
Well boys, we're here at the end, aren't we? You know, in a strange way, I'm glad you're here. It wouldn't be Arthur Lester if he didn't fight till the bitter end, would it? I should have been smarter than to assume you'd take the easy, quiet way out of this. But alas I wanted to give you one last chance. At peace. You didn't offer peace. You offered a lie. It's what you do. None of what I offered were lies. He grimaces. But you never saw it that way, did you?
You only saw what you wanted to see. Or rather, but you couldn't see. And such a shame, because this Oh This is quite a sight to behold. He's reached behind his back and produced The Black Stone. So much power such a little stone. Don't you wish you could see it, Artie? No. Oh OK. Alright. I won't make you look. Was it worth it losing your sight again? To be reunited? Yes. Of course. Still, you had it all, Johnny Boy. You could have stayed in the dreamlands completely unaffected.
Avoiding all this horribleness. Weren't tempted. It doesn't matter. Huh. Well, I mean, the king still lives on. What? Well, as long as the king in yellow proper is still there, you aren't really risking it all, are you? Not in the way Artie is. Right? Of course I am. I'm No no no no no no. You misunderstand. The Wele is GON! Bye-bye! No save point for Arthur. But you. You still have your lineage, your history, your kingship. I don't care about that. Ow!
Good. Because I've been wanting to show you what's in store for you in just a minute, already. But I was thinking and wondering, and just you know, trying to come up with the perfect person to show you the power of the world. Power of the Blackstone. Not just tell you or see the result on my face, but really show you two. So if you don't mind, then I suppose we have our example. You What? Yellow. What is this, King? Yellow. Say yellow, King! King.
John, are you? Cain has brought the king in yellow. Proper. Here. To Arkham. He brought him here like it was nothing. Because it was nothing. Do you not get it yet? This power has no equal, no comparative. It is all consuming, all corrupting. And I can show you. Yellow. Yellow, no! No! Here, would you hold this for me? What are you? No! No! Arthur! Cain has thrust the black-
The king in yellow's hand! Yellow is frozen, his his cloak upturned toward the sky. The end of his cloak, our cloak, it's changing. Dying a darker shade from the yellow hue. To a red. The color spreads up the cloak like blood soaking into a cloth. Oh god covers him in crimson, hiding all that was once yellow until... Yes! Yes! His face, Arthur. My face, E-E. If you have no face, then there's no face, remember? From the encamps of the hood. That was once yellow. Now red.
No. See! No one is amused! Not even the king in red here. How you feeling? You little red devil. Oh do you sing now? I made my point. Right, boys? Yes. Perfect! Now, what to do with you? Well, it's all about to come to an end anyway. So I'll let you two choose. You want me to send this guy back to the dreamlands before the end comes? Let him die upon his throne in dignity? Or Do you want me to waste them right here? Right now. A mercy killing. Don't... Don't kill him.
Let him leave. Very well. You're lucky this one has such a heart. Home you go, King in Red. Go home and hug a wasp. The king is gone. Back to the dreamlands. I I his face. It was as though he lost all his sense of self. All we've done. All that's happened, it's... It's all. It's all undone. It's not. It's not undone. Because of you. Bastard. Oh, we not for him, Johnny. You'll be joining him soon. You just can't help yourself, can you? Like that's a bad thing? Limitations.
are for the weak and powerless! Oh you'll see once I open your eyes once you touch this stone without gloves this time you'll see it you'll both see it and understand The way I do. The way the king now does. See what? Azithoth? Sporning this grin is more than just feeling your creator. More than just a corrupted version of what you were. Why, it's. It's a new way of looking at life. Untethered! Unrestricted! It's freedom, boys!
This grin is like the opening of a third eye. No more doubt or hesitation. Simple and meaningful. Dry. In my case, to fulfill my dream of killing Azatoth. You know, even I had my doubts. But once I held this stone, you never struck me as someone who was tethered. Touching the stone freed you. So you could kill Azototh. Ironic, isn't it? Of course, I had always intended to do it, but that final portion. Perhaps had your manager held this stone, things would be very different for him as well.
But as I said We'll see what that means for you. So you want me to touch the stone to touch it to have it change you to understand accept and rejoice and to put it in the obelisk yourself along with With its brothers. See? The crimson stone and the grey stone are already within, waiting for the final peace. I see them. The other two stones are nestled into the base within the gaping maw of two discolored toothy grins So Are you ready to meet the Maker? Because I could not stop for death.
It's an inevitability, John. We can run and hide. We could take this stone and throw it into the ocean, but we'll still end up right back here. And in worse shape. With more scars. Our plans. We have people relying on us. I know, I know. And I'm hoping that what Alia said to us. That two souls were needed. means that when I touch this stone It will only affect you. We've gambled on Greater. If you touch this There's no coming back. We both knew that there was no coming back. Not for me.
We've said goodbye so many times now. Has it lost all meaning? Not for me. We don't end our lives with completed stories. But we can sure as shit shoes when we end them. Lovely sentiment and some of the best lying to oneself I've ever heard. But I promise you. The corruption won't just be skin deep. He holds the Blackstone at arm's length. So what do you say, Artie? I could use a smile.
Hold on. Do you think I've forgotten about you getting a little too close? So long as that lighter is there, and those hands of yours are in play, you keep your distance. Well how am I supposed to get Kane's thrown the blackstone it it It lands by our feet. Score Oh worry not. That bad boy is indestructible. And do you know why? Why? It's indestructible. Because it's the only one. A pure original. To destroy it.
Would mean to remove it from existence. See, you had it right, as you pontificated while wandering the holes of the way. Something that exists in all realities can be removed as if it never existed. Like your friends did with Shubnegrad. But with true originals. Like these stones. They can't be replaced. You cannot destroy But there is only one of. I'll pick it up and embrace your new freedom. It lay just below us, between our feet.
Something so powerful, so dangerous. Just laying on the street as if... Another forgotten stone. Whatever happens. Whatever happens, know that it's not the real me. I know. Arthur, are you sure? No. But we d we have no choice. Don't we? I mean maybe we could run. It's too late.
Grab it. Arthur, I'm not so sure. What if Kane is right? I don't know. Pick it up! But can we risk it? Cause should we? I Arthur! There's too much at stake. Arthur, maybe we should think this through. I do it! I do it! Arthur! Trust Alionos. Fucking do it! You've picked it up. اشتركوا في القناة I don't know. Do you feel anything? I mean different. Not really, no. You? Not really. What? What Kane is walking over. He's he stops far enough away to Look at me.
Do I look different? I d I don't think so. No! What the fuck? What the fuck? Are you doing it wrong? I don't know. How am I supposed to be doing it? I I don't know. But... I don't... understand. For the first time. In a long, long, long time. I don't understand. Cain looks Confused. No shit I'm fucking confused. This feeling.
I've never felt this feeling before. Not in this way. I've always had suspicions about things I was unsure of Lilith's interference with you and why you're so but this What is this? Well, there's... A cosmic evening of the scales. Lilith. Lilith. She stands on the sidewalk, appearing as Larson. You cannot destroy what there is only one of. Is not exactly correct, Father. Hell, your whole plan here. on killing Azatov, and there's only one of him. So how does that make sense?
But of which there is only one can certainly destroy. What? What? Cain's face. I don't. He's twisted. In confusion. You know less about people than you do about being a god. And now that it's over, let me say what I wanted to say on the ice, but to wait until this moment. Checkmate. What I've made Arthur your lure since before this game began. I know that's no surprise. You've obsessed over him for years all because of two tiny words I whispered to him. My favorite. But where are you?
What I failed to realize was why. All this time, no idea why. Well, it's because I know you, Kane. Because I know your nature. Your true nature. Is he bored while waiting? Kane will slaughter a city. He looking for the manager? Well, Kane. Every patron need information about a boy, Kane would torture his parents. And give Kane a puzzle box he can't solve. Well, he'll just smash it when he can't. All I needed was to give you time. Time enough to have you create the architect of your own ruin.
Someone who would become through your own violent, vindictive nature. The only one of his kind. The last. Arthur Leicester. I planted the seed. But you killed your own crop. Father. The black stone won't affect you because I am the only one left. Precisely. Now, Mr. Lester, if you'd be so kind. YOOOOOO Broke in half. Like a clump. It's over! And Cain's plan has been Failed. Well well done you two or three, I suppose. You foiled the villain's plans. Arthur the skies is changing.
The red is is changing. And used my own bloodlust against me. My own nature. Brava. And Bravo. A pale moon grows, bathing us in an eerie, ghostly white. Draining the street of color. Save the red on Kane's hand. And so, little frogs. This scorpion may not have his purpose-filled reality. Bye! Cain has sent Lilith flying back into the building with one of his arms. Oh Lilith stretched out, elongated and tentacle-like. I cannot wait. This killed.
Nearly missing. Run larger! Here, here! Into the building! We're in the lobby of Mosby. Your building. The stairs! The stairs! He's broken through the door. Move! Go, go, go! Jesus Arthur! Cain is a mess. Tentacles. They extrude from his back. And now he floats up the stairs like I don't need descriptions, just directions again. ПОДПИШИСЬ! ДИНАМИЧНАЯ МУЗЫКА Up! No! To my office roof! Distance, no! Okay, here, here! Now what? The lighter is still the plan. So where are you heading?
This isn't even your test! I know! I think. Do you understand? I do, I do. If you need a distraction, I'll know what to say. Good. Time to stomp out the last of the Leicester line. Hey, nice digs. Though the sign on the door is a little out of date. Don't come any closer. ¿Por qué? Ou eu vou usar isso. Ah So what? An unstoppable force is simply meant to yield to the immovable object. You think you're the unstoppable force? I mean What do you mean? What do you mean?
I don't need to check the scorecard to count which of us has risen from the dead. Which of which of us has survived a car crash? Multiple gunshot wounds. A drowning. Suffocation. Choking. Torture. And a slew of other inhuman, absolute, mind-breaking sights, the least of which were created by. I have felt Incomparable loss. Unforgiving shame and scraped my way. Across the barren, desolate fields of the dark world, and climbed from that black pit, clawing my way out of my own grave to stand here.
Again, unscathed before You evacuate. Selfish. Power hungry alien with a god concept. Who would rather break his own toys than watch another play with him? You are no unstoppable force. I am The red light. You've cornered me? I am the last Arthur Lester. I brought you in here. What's the matter, Cain? Lost your nerve? Listen, kid. You're speaking to a god that was ready to kill himself, along with the rest of existence. You think I'm scared of you?
Unless you're afraid to put your money where your mouth was. I don't think. You have the stones. Not stones. Bedrock. In his jaw! Pull Archer! We've torn a piece of his jawbone clean off of his face. His mouth is exposed. His blood Soaked tongue, spasms, and writhes uncontrollably. Oh you know That really wasn't kind, Arthur. You may have this new family. But I still have mine. Arthur! He's looking to us and
Arthur! Your left arm! And this one! He's broken it! This one is for your fucking lighter! Your right arm! Jesus Christ, Arthur! Arthur! You think I didn't feel you put that in my pocket? You fucking sound it to me! He tossed the lighter out of his pocket. I won't be able to wipe out all existence. But you know what? After I finish you off and skin that bitch little eye. To hunt down each and every one of your fucking friends.
I am going to break Ray's fi- to dissect Oscar in front of his congregation. I'm going to stomp that fucking father of yours into a wet pile of flesh. And I am going to head to threshold. SARV Out No's fucking eyes with broken glass. And you. You can die knowing that you failed. Orth, your arms they're broken. You can't- God! You I only got to kill you! Once! And you know what? You're right. You are the unstoppable force! But all those scars are gone now, aren't they?
What do you say we put some- letter opener from your desk and OOOOOOH Come on, Arthur! Let me show you mine! World! K has taken off from your office. Breaking for- Holding us close. Flying into the night sky. Fast. Incredibly fast. Arthur! Arthur! You're bleeding out so much! Your neck! God damn it, Arthur! Hand me! Not an existence! But I will end! Arthur! You're you're losing a lot of blood. Can you move your hands? I will lay waste to this city! In your name, Larry!
But they'll all know it was your doing. The last thing I will make each and every person fear is the name. Leicester! Leicester! The city is so small! We're so high now! We're nearly at the stars! We're pretty high up now, Artie. No safety net. And that neck wound is quite the bleeder. Ah I can see the light behind those pale yellow eyes begin to flicker. Remember the stars, Arthur? Remember the way they shined that night. Above the canopy of trees.
You had his eyes. You can see, Arthur. More than most. Oh! Well, if that's true, then don't look down. This fall! Oh, it's a killer! Remember. Arthur. In the foul clutch of circumstance. Okay. Okay. Say Kane. You wouldn't happen to be making any more of those deals now, would you? I'll bet you're off, Art. I'm sorry! Oh such a pity. We're done. Oh, wow. Is that is that your weak little hand still clinging to my jacket?
Every bone in your body, and you still can't do it, can you? So what do you say, Artie? Can you finally at the end of it all come? 100% to letting go! You you you never Yes? Yes? You never counted on John Old Yellowhead? No, no. It was all is about you. And that's why. Why what? You failed. I failed! That wasn't my light. Huh? Pac was always the smoker. Smoking will kill you. And John can Can project. Project? Goodbye, King. Let go! Wait.
We've done it, Arthur. I projected in the fell clutch. You remembered and you distracted him enough to cover the sound of me slipping the lighter into his pocket and and Lilith is here. She's trapping him as we as we fall. He failed. It's over. Oh sir, I uh You're here with me, John, and I need to Yes we are. We did it, we stopped Kane. We saved our friends. Thank you, Marie. Thank you. For giving me a place to stay.
You're a good man. Arthur! Arthur! You've lost a lot of blood, Arthur! Arthur, I thank you! Thank you for saving me! Forgive me! The kind of purpose that gives life meaning. There is no no No, my friendship saved me. connection to this man. My love for Arthur. Shaved. This is gonna hurt Arthur! This will hurt, but then it's all over. It'll all be over. I got you. I got you. Today, boys. Come on now. Draped over her arm. Wings on her back as well. Behind the right. It's okay, come now.
On ground or Floating gently. I'm quieter. Can we help him or or 어..뭔..뭔..뭔..뭔..뭔..뭔.. Hun er ikke her. It'll be a lie. Oh? Or a good lie. Let her be the last thing you hear. Hi baby. Okay buddy, fucking. I've missed you so much. I missed you! झाल झाल झाल Oh I'll see you soon. Baby Daddy will see you soon. Daddy was a use. Okay, you know the rule. Knock three times. And then say, are you there, troll? You gotta go to the troll. Say, troll. Troll? Are you there?
Okay, then we can cross it. Oh look at the docs. Yeah, look at that. I thought the wheelie was... Notice the lack of a I thought we... Ha I thought I DID Oh you did. Kaput That's a few times now. But the whale was destroyed. Caine Caine destroyed one of my whaleys. That's true. But come on now. Do you really think I would let him through the doors of my home away from home? No no no no no You always need a backup.
So? So? How does it feel? How does it fe You won! You defeated the big bad! You saved reality and won! Pff yeah Yeah G good is that is that the famous vocabulary of John shining brightly in there? Sorry, I I'm getting a bit of whiplash, I Oh my god. You brought our body to Arkham. You fished it from the lake. Of course! Had to bring you to the final act somehow. The last thing I heard the last thing I felt was
Yes Lilith gave you what you wanted. That was quite quite the send off, saying goodbye to Fred. Not really, Pharaoh. Where is Lilith? Scattered to the wind, I'm afraid. Dastardly little scamp took the other two stones with her as well. But I'm sure she'll turn up sooner or later. She's got a new bod and a lot more power now that Daddy's out of the picture. She took the stones. Oh they're not that useful to her. Though I doubt she'll keep them.
One can have quite some fun playing with mortals hungry for power. Cain, then is he truly I didn't see him imprisoned. We fell before he's gone. Not quite dead, but might as well be. Trapped in the same realm that Lilith was. A nightmare realm. It's uh it's appropriate. But he still lives. Lilith escaped to that realm. That doesn't sound comforting. Comfort? You want comfort? YOUR Alive, Arthur!
You traveled through literal hell and made it out the other side. Believe me, it was touch and go there. Glad you finally let go. Yeah. Could have been a real ugly one at the end. But you pulled it off. What now? Where is Noel? What about Mother Darkness? She swore vengeance on me. And what happened to Anastanzik? And is Oscar okay? W what about Mallam? Will he escape the hollow? And and Horrick, he's still out there. In England, and is Alia still alive? What do you think this is?
I don't have all the answers, and I don't recognize half those names, but my role is done in this story. Done? Yeah. The threat of Azothoth waking and being killed has ended. As far as I'm concerned, I don't need to help you anymore, which also means my apologies, but you're banned from the Whaley. Should you ever feel compelled to, you know, play fast and loose with a gun wielding cop again. W wait, wait. Again.
You mean you want to track down and take on the alien horrors of this world, then you are free to do so. You're sending us back? Well of course. Nothing you haven't handled before. What about the office? And the obelisk The office is restored. And the obelisk in safe keeping. Once again. Hippaker's body and the police. I mean you'll have to deal with that.
Everything. But you know, if you'd rather not, you can always stay dead. No no we we can. We can sort it out. Of course, a bit of time has passed. I'm sure some threads have tied themselves up, but We have everything we'd want then. I suppose. Arthur. I too lost a daughter. I didn't know that this life alien as it is. The way that it did when she was by my side. You're not so different. Both of us were spurred into action by our loss.
And I wonder if we could speak for a moment. Alone. Alone? Yes. Putting John in timeout. J just for a moment. No, I I don't. It's okay. You can't. I I wouldn't mind a moment alone to think myself. Alright. Just not too long. Go on. Going back. Just as? Just us. Arthur, there is a world not yours, but another where Arthur died before all this cane mess that I could just put you in. Would slot you right back in. Sort of a do-over. You'd be able to live your life.
You mean Yes, well in order to make this work, I'd have to alter your brain a little bit. Just trick it into thinking that uh that it's always belonged in this new world. The world you knew. You know, honestly, it's it's not that bad. Just a bit of rewiring to make sure your mind doesn't crack open like a walnut. But I would forget about this. Everything. And everyone. Yes. But they would go on living just as they had after me.
And what about John? So what about him? Well, what would happen with him? Well, I could do a few things. I could keep him here, restate the king in yellow, could find him a new home, a new host. Or wipe the slate clean for him as well. Wipe his slate clean. I I know it sounds all hum and glum, but You know, remember, part of the reason all this happened was a mistake. In reality you are meant to be a father, and he was meant to be the king. This world I would go to. What is it like?
Well, Ferreau is happily living with Bella, and your mom and dad. They do a great deal of parenting as well. You wouldn't be saving her from anything. I would just be rewinding the clock a little bit and slide it right in. Well what do you think? Well I have no thoughts. You know what I think. Ha ha fair enough. Silly of me to think I could come between you two. Not now. Not at the end. The end. The end as it should be.
You can put me back as the king. I can. Not a variant. Not a mishmash, but as myself entirely. In that body. Of course. Then Arthur there's no choice. I've never had any illusions. For all was your life. And you're guiding stars. She's everything that gives you meaning. She is yours. Arthur. You can't I can, and I will. She's your purpose, you I think it's about time I found a Look, that doesn't sound like a world that needs me. So long as she's happy. Your father, Joe, reads her poetry.
Poems that he wrote for her. She also loves helping your mother Muriel. And with Bella, well let's just say she makes the most darling children's dresses. For her daughter. Then let that world be what it should be. where Bella gets to be the mother she never got to be here. And always wanted to be. One where my parents get a life of meaning, a life of love, where they can spoil another the way they never got to me the way they never got to here. You're sure? Of course.
Well then I suppose it's back to Arkham for you two. And besides You know, this world sounds like it's got a fair number of problems, Brewing. Problems that could use the keen investigative mind of Arthur Lester. And the skilled sharp eye. Ancient aliens beneath the earth. People to be held. Plenty of new cases. I wish you luck. I'd say stay out of trouble this time. But I'm sure that would fall on deaf ears. Fix everything. Small fever. One last one. There was... Ferrocaine left behind.
Mm. Could you just check on her? Tell her her father loved her. I'll consider it. I would consider it. Understood. Mile so long, boys, and should this be the last time we meet Well, Good luck And thank you.