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Demons of the Night (parts 1 and 2):

Mikiko: What do you want?
Mallos: Beautiful child.
Vashista: For a mongrel.
Mikiko: My husband is coming.
Mallos: No. No, your husband is busy saving the life of another's child. Pity.
Vashista: But I'm sure he'll come and save you. Aren't you sure, dearest?
[Mallos laughs]
Vashista: Let's not draw this out. Her mewling upsets my stomach.
Mikiko: Don't harm her. I beg you.
Mallos: Begging... is best done from the knees.

Vashista: Mallos. Raphael and the boy are still in town. When did we see him last?
Mallos: Germany. 1834. I should have crushed him like an insect.
Vashista: But you didn't.
Mallos: Oh please. He wasn't worth the effort.

Demon flunky: There, the penthouse on the corner. Can I... go now?
Vashista: Yes. Go.
Demon flunky: You're welcome.... you're welcome.
Mallos: You're alive.

Vashista: I would have loved to see the bodies.
Mallos: Sorry. Vapourised. I really am very good.

Goodwin: When Rafe gets here there's going to be some serious cut and paste.
Mallos: I wouldn't count on that. You're friend, Raphael is losing his touch, and his battle for that matter. A hundred years ago we could never have snatched you this easily.
Goodwin: Get over yourself, Mallos, you're such a poser. Mallos: [laughs] We've prepared this place especially for you and your friend. Do you know... I'm feeling really rather good about all this, even, dare I say.. a little.. 'upbeat'.
[Goodwin makes a run for it]
Mallos: Go on, run for it, runty. Knock yourself out.
[Goodwin runs in a circle, coming back through into the same room again]
Mallos: Don't worry. You're friend, Raphael, will come soon. And when he does, we'll make sure he's properly welcomed. Just imagine. Two immortals entombed forever.
Goodwin: Rafe will never fall into this trap.
Mallos: But yes he will. That's why we have you.

Vashista: A crossbow. How.. nostalgic.
Mallos: The bolts are tipped with a paralytic poison. His limbs will blacken.. and drop off within seconds.
Vashista: And it's not even our anniversary. Shall I test it on you?
Mallos: The poison requires a heart to drive it through the system.
Vashista: Pity.

Mallos: What's the point in making him suffer, when there's only you and I to enjoy it.

Mallos: You're friend, Raphael, is getting closer. I can smell him. And the female. She's a strong one.. and she has purpose. Do you have any idea how annoying that is? 'Purpose'?!

Mallos: Know this, boy. You will enjoy a banquet of pain as few others have ever feasted upon. And so will the woman.

Vashista: You said I could have a pet.
Mallos: Look at him. [about Goodwin]
Vashista: He's a cauldron of angst, and lust, and hunger.
Mallos: So is any teenage boy. I'll get you a fresh one.
Vashista: But he's been fermenting for nearly four centuries. You have no idea how wonderfully intoxicating he is.
Goodwin: Excuse me, I'm not your science project.
Mallos: Look, you can have what's left of him, when we're through.
Vashista: Do I smell jealousy? The overlord of depravity, jealous of a beardless, virgin boy... I love it..
Mallos: Hold your tongue... before I cut it out.

Rafe: Mallos!!
[statue of Goodwin blows up]
Mallos: Kids these days.. they fall to pieces over the smallest things...
Rafe: That wasn't Goodwin.
Mallos: No? Pity. Of course, if you destroy me you'll never get your little friend back. Or your daughter for that matter.
Rafe: if you harm her...
Mallos: No.. me? Harm a child? No, no no no... you're mongrel is safe with us. We're more alike than you know, you and I.
Rafe: You and I have nothing in common.
Mallos: Not everyone sees the big picture as we do. The whole... 'enchilada'.. they're so caught up in their petty little lives and passion plays, whereas we both know it's really about winning the big game.
Rafe: You lost that one a long time ago.
Mallos: You don't really believe that do you, come on. My legion is spread ten-fold. Around the world, man, it's a veritable sespool of hatred and violence, we're everywhere... from Wall Street to Main Street, from the outhouse.. to the White House.

Mallos: My thousand year plan is just on the cusp of being realised. Have you actually checked out my website yet? Some killer graphics, guy.

Mallos: On your feet! Come on, let's see just how immortal you really are.
Rafe: I can't do it anymore, Mallos.
Mallos: What's that supposed to mean? you surrender?
Rafe: Centuries of this for what? You just keep getting stronger. Let Goodwin and Sara go, give me my little girl and I'll give up my quest.
Mallos: I could almost believe that. If you were to put down the sword.
Rafe: Do we have a deal?
Mallos: If you put down the sword.

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