𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐓.

taken from the musical adaption. feel free to change pronouns as necessary.

We are blessed to find our sanctuary.

Let me take you back. I’ll bring you home.

If you have truly discovered charity at this late date, there is someone you can help.

A baby? Yours?

It’s God’s judgment on you! 

The wicked shall not go unpunished!

He has nobody else. Take him, if you can find it in your heart.

Oh, Lord, you’ve sent me a test. 

This child is my cross to bear. 

I may not have saved my brother, but I will save this… thing.

What makes a monster and what makes a man?

The world is cruel. The world is wicked.

It’s I alone whom you can trust in this whole city.

I am your only friend.

How can I protect you, boy, unless you always stay in here?

These are crimes for which the world shows little pity.

You’re my one defender.

Out there, they’ll revile you as a monster.

I am a monster.

All my life I wonder how it feels to pass a day not above them, but part of them.

Give me one day out there, all I ask is one.

What I’d give, what I’d dare, just to live one day out there!

Every day they shout and scold and go about their lives, heedless of the gift it is to be them.

If I were in their skin, I’d treasure every instant.

No one sees I’m here now.

Once a year we throw a party here in town.

Every man’s a king and every king’s a clown.

It’s the day the devil in us gets released.

Give me your girls of pleasure.

I have born the brunt of a soldier’s test.

Whoever pays the most I call ‘My Liege.’

And whatever I do I’ll make sure this is true: I will never go back again.

Darling, to be blunt you are with the best.

Like other true knights I’ve got ambition.

For a few nights fun is my mission.

Care to share a day of rest and recreation?

I’m grateful for the opportunity to serve you, my Lord.

I see how you stare.

Come see me dance.

She dances like the devil himself.

She dances like an angel.

Before we get old, come feel the heat.

Come taste the desire.

Put your foulest features on display.

Wouldn’t you like to be crowned King for a day?

It’s a day we do the things that we deplore.

See how I’ve sheltered you from having to go through this.

You don’t belong with normal men.

I don’t know if you can hear me or if you’re even there.

Yes, I know I’m just an outcast. I shouldn’t speak to you

I see your face and wonder, were you once an outcast too?

God help the outcasts or nobody will.

I ask for nothing. I can get by.

Please help my people, the poor and downtrod.

I thought we all were the children of God.

When you look from high above everything seems pretty.

Thanks for giving this moment to me.

For all these years you’ve stayed alone and free from danger.

Be brave and say something.

Come keep me warm until morning.

Hold me close while we’re dancing.

I cannot bear to watch and yet I cannot turn away.

So many times out there I’ve watched a happy pair of lovers walking in the night.

I knew I’d never now that warm and loving glow, though I might wish with all my might.

No face as hideous as my face was ever meant for Heaven’s Light.

Suddenly an angel has smiled at me and touched my face without a trace of fright.

I dare to dream that she might even care for me.

I swear it must be Heaven’s light.

Of my virtue I am justly proud.

You know I’m so much purer than the common, vulgar, weak licentious crowd.

I feel her. I see her. 

This burning desire is turning me to sin.

It’s not my fault! I’m not to blame!

It’s not my fault if in God’s plan he made the devil so much stronger than a man!

Let her taste the fires of Hell, or else let her be mine and mine alone.

Choose me or your pyre.

God have mercy on her.

God have mercy on me.

She will be mine or she will burn!

Don’t let her flee and vanish in the night.

Are you disobeying a direct order?

I knew it. She’s bewitched you, too.

I’ve heard the calling of the Lord.

In the dark, I call your name.

Why did I hear her words inside my head?

You have to save her!

Oh, what’s the matter? Are you afraid?

Of course he’s afraid! And he should be!

That’s what makes you a hero – doing what you’re afraid of.

She gave it to you because she nows you’re smart.

For her I will be strong.

You’re very clever to have found our little hideaway.

We have a method for spies and intruders not terribly different from bees in a hive.

My apologies for your imminent demise. 

It’s our lives or yours.

Here we are, nearly strangers from two worlds that’ve rarely met.

Somehow, you have made me someone new.

I’m asking if you will let me come with you.

I must be in a place of miracles.

A miracle you’ve brought to me.

All this time I’ve been certain that my life would be spent alone.

It’s time I’ve learned no love will be returned to one who’s born to be alone.

Now I know there’ll be no miracles for me.

No more need for a heart of stone.

Better to have a heart of stone.

Though we’ll set out for lands unkown, they’re lands we’ll share.

Will we find a haven once more?

Could there be a country kinder to our race?

Where’s my place of miracles?

I used to believe, in the days I was naive, that I’d live to see a day of justice dawn.

I’ll die while believing still.

Someday we may yet live to live and let let live.

Someday, life will be fairer.

Someday these dreams will all be real.

You must try to free yourself!

Quiet! Go away!

You’re the only one who can save her now.

You know what happens when I try to help. I only make things worse.

How do you know what I believe?

What do you know of all the things I feel?

Who is it that you see instead of seeing what I am for real?

You’re a liar!

Would that I were made of stone like you.

You give such good advice, so why has not one single word you’ve said been any help at all?

The more your dreams and fancies fill my head the farther that I fall.

If I were senseless, I’d prefer it.

I’ve wasted my faith believing in saints of plaster.

His words were cold as stone, but they were true.

Take all your lies and leave me alone.

We’ll trouble you no longer.

We’re only made of stone.

We just thought that you were made of something stronger.

Now I’m on my own, never again to wonder what’s out there.

Think of what I’ve offered. What is your answer?

Open the doors! Ram them through if you must!

How mch oppression will you allow?

Why not make someday come right now?

Oh, saints and monster, show your power!

You are home.

In my eyes, you are beautiful, too.

You’re such a good friend.

Is she dead?

Now we can finally go back to the way things were.

Now that she’s gone the poison dies with her.

We can go on as close as once we were.

No sanctuary without her!

I could have helped her. Even loved her.

Love? What do you know of love?

Who have you ever loved?

I loved… I loved my brother.

He was wicked, weak!

No – you are the weak one.

I told you – I am very strong!

You don’t want to hurt me!

The world is cruel. the world is ugly. But there are times and there are people when the world is not.

At it’s cruelest, it’s still the only world we’ve got.

                   You’re only a child , but so many dared and begged for the gilded wings that were clipped at a young age - they see the life of pleasantries , but they don’t see what happens behind closed doors , or how blood is rolling down your face in this moment from one of these secret exchanges that almost met you with death , barely given a chance to recover - a chance to piece together what had happened you are met with the face of god . 

“I told you to stay put. I told you not to put yourself in danger. Do you understand now what I meant? There are people out there who mean you harm, Hunter. See how I’ve sheltered you from having to go through this. How could you do this to me?” / @sigilcorrupt​

        you hear the words of the apostle , bowing before him as best as you could even as blood slips down your nose and drips to a tiled flooring. The shame is unbearable , you wonder now if maybe you should’ve let the intruder kill you to spare you the verbal scorn of your forefather. But he’s so angry - and he’s RIGHT . Your defiance has left him almost at the loss of his last remaining family - in makes your stomach twist at the idea of Belos being alone , abandoned by all he knows .

I fully admit I did this to myself. I voluntarily went HEY you know what animates me like a vengeful eidolon to the point where I could chew solid stone while laughing? Ragging on the history of Christianity in America! Oh look! A cute gay show about disabled witches sticking it to Puritan Cult-Peddling Murder Grandpa (also known as Ash's personal bugbear)? SIGN ME UP? Lets dissect this dreadful son of a bitch in the context of his theological bullshit!

But then I get to the parts where I have to think about Belos and all the Grimwalkers and its sicker the more I think about it. Everyone knows of course its just. The depth of the violation and desecration and depravity in its own context is Beyond Grotesque.

I'll elaborate more on this later, but Puritans were obsessed with how a person's remains were kept. This scabrous donkey's bastard was mutilating the unburied remains of the brother he murdered for 400 years. The thing that makes me insane is that any attempts to tell himself "I'm saving your soul, Caleb" had to have petered out pretty quick in that process. He discards the Christian name. Starts calling them all Hunter. Witch Hunter, a title, a job description, a fucking factory tag. He even started branding them after a while, which we know now is a death sentence no matter how perfectly obedient they could have hoped to be. He knows he's not saving Caleb. He's farming the experience of his death.

You would not BELIEVE how quickly I snatched my tablet after I saw this on my dash this morning.