The Prophecy: Uprising2005

Laurel:
You remember the first war? The big one. We stood on those ramparts long after we knew our cause was lost. Together we beat back Michael's hordes right down to the bitter end. When you fell, I fell. When you rose up in that lake of fire, I was right there by your side, still defiant, still proud, opposing God at every turn. I loved you, as my master - just as you once loved yours; but, along the way, the lines got blurred, didn't they? Well, there were no more rallying cries, no more odes of vindication, no more black, no more white. Just endless, endless shades of gray. What happened to you? Did you get tired... or just bored? Still, no matter. No problema.

Laurel:
[looks back at Allison holding the book] I'm here to fix all that with a little leg up from that book.

Laurel:
[Allison's eyes lock with Belial's, refusing to hand over the book] Now, look, I don't pretend to love you or your kind. All I'm offering you is a way to restore the balance again, to make it like it was when there were saints, Allison, and true demons, and you could actually tell one from the other. I just want it all to make sense again, nothing more - and all you have to do is give me that book.

Dani Simionescu:
Don't. Don't do it, Lucia.

Allison:
What are you? Another demon?

Laurel:
Close. He's your brother.

[Allison, shocked to hear this, reaches to touch the scar on her face]

Laurel:
Go ahead, touch the scar on your face. It might help you remember. Dear beloved Dani, who betrayed his own parents and yours to the Securitate and, in doing so, happened to condemn to a rather grisly death.

Dani Simionescu:
Lucia.

Allison:
Don't.

Dani Simionescu:
I am so, so sorry for what I did.

Allison:
I am not Lucia.

Dani Simionescu:
All I want... all I ever wanted is to be forgiven. Just that. Just to be... forgiven.

Allison:
My name is Allison, and I don't know you. I've never known you.

[walks away from all of them]

Laurel:
Oh, please. Don't get all dramatic on me. Just give me the book.

John Riegert:
That book is a weapon, Allison, for reasons that you could never grasp. Do not give it up.

Laurel:
[starting to get threatening] Well, let me put it another way: Just give me the book or I rip your heart out and feed it to those dogs outside.