This episode contains mature language and situations. Listener discretion is advice. You wake
to the sound of a train, the clack clack clack of wheels in the
distance. Is that the sound of birds in a forest. No, it's
angels in a choir? Or is it demons from hew It doesn't matter.
You have no memory of how you got here. All you know is that
you're lost and that now you belong to the Gray Rooms. This is it,
Roomy's the end of the season. There is change coming to the House
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ado, please enjoy episode twenty. From the moment of my birth, I've
dedicated my life to board. My legacy in the realm of mortals is dwarf
in comparison to the chaos I'm volding before me. The list that is what
someone or something wanted to think. Typically it's hard to think clear. Then
eat the bow. I care nothing for the losses here. He always create
parts behind scats. This strange man, this elder seemed, was comfortable when
the front line could get going from the shadows the power to grove to bring
to their staggering I con tell you enough to turn the downt in the right
mind. Unleashes of weapons and no means of control the Lion. You have
to fall back. You cannot reach its defenses. Where's creature? Shall the
fire shift the legiance to either shine and target the darkened spot, Stay clear
of the middle. My commands were relaid down the line and felt the hum
in years the lion due to the sixth layer of Hell. The Lord of
the Heritage unleashes the giant feature from the seat to an office of the display
roll power, roar a challenge. In response, a thousand miniature versions of
the beast fell upon the shore and charged headlong to the front lines. Left
flank disappeared in the riot, massive gray, howling flesh. Our allies of
the grove were being consumed. Alive and watch helplessly as John's shield lapsed,
leaving the right flank exposed to tentacles from the water, dragging everyone to a
winding grave must length down to the life of its own mouth. Surbil became
the highest prayers. There would be no winters here. I won't deny the
pleasure in for wielding large amounts of power with no regard for the surroundings.
With every attack, another foal was destroyed, and whose feeling was only temporary.
I could feel the demon essence within me fadingish his companion. The battle
is not yet over. Isy, you a little joyous head in the royer,
only yours. I you see, you fit right in. And just
like that, a great weight lifted from the core of my being. I
stood in the forest, clearing, breathless and shaking. I took a knee
before my face could meet the ground. I stared at the bodies of my
vanquished foes. As strange emotions flooded my body, I gathered my remaining strength
and stood the battle still raged on near the lake. Samantha entrusted me with
helping save the refuge that these these defiant ones created. I liberated a broken
blade from a previous opponent and verted myself for the figure walking towards me from
the tree line. And oh wow, the warden. He pulled a mutilated,
broken body behind him and carried another over his shoulder. His cloak of
keys was soaked in blood. How did he follow me here? I've solved
two of my three problems for today. My blades and chains are eager to
taste your blood. Samantha tat. I wasn't used to emotions. My hands
began to shake as tears swelled in my eyes. I've never felt sadness and
rage mixed together. The spike of adrenaline cleared away any feelings of fatigue.
Tart was well and gone, but Samantha's wound is still oozed with fresh blood.
She wouldn't last long without help. Come and play with me, Bob.
I love it when they struggle. Let's go yes' wild No no,
you said, are you crying. It was evident that the Warden was toying
with me, his mocking laughter doing just as much damage as his wicked blade.
My anger and rage turned into frustration. This flesh wasn't strong enough.
My first act in this new mortal frame was failure. Two doors. Bob.
Okay, now I'm bored. Goodbye, Bob. The Warding struck quicker
than my eye or reflexus could follow. He only needed one hand to maneuver
the blade that impaled me. He pulled me uncomfortably close and lowered the cowl
on his cloak with his free hand. Wisps of long, stringy gray hair
blue around his face. His features might be considered beautiful in another time,
but scars were cut deep into the surface, adding to his mask of rage.
I expected the blackened eyes of a demon, but saw a sliver of
red and white around fully dilated pupils. I locked eyes with the being I
shared so many centuries within the walls of the gray rooms, and felt sadness.
I forgive you, brother er, I don't need your forgiveness, Bob.
The moment hung suspended in time until I heard a familiar voice below us.
I saw a delicate hand and grasping the warden's ankle. Leave him alone,
you er er. The warden dropped me and we both collapsed to the
ground. I lay there, trying to draw breath. I felt the edges
of my vision turning black. I managed to reach out and grab the hand
of my friend, Samantha Winters. She smiled back at me. This felt
like a fitting end to our story. I closed my eyes and waited for
the end. But the end never came. The blackness retreated as I saw
several robed figures standing around me. Their faces were obscured by hoods stained a
deep crimson. I tried to call out, but couldn't find my voice.
I was levitated by an unseen force and moved through the forest. Everything blurred
around me, and I lost consciousness again. I awoke on the floor of
a cave. Heavy chains were around my wrist. The pain in my chest
was gone, along with my shirt. Only a large scar reminded me of
my previous waking encounter. I could see Samantha, chained and still unconscious,
across from me. The rise and fall of her chest told me she was
alive, but little else. The warden sat next to me with his back
to the wall, affixed a snarl on his face. His cloak was gone.
I followed his gaze and saw the source of his ire. A thin,
gaunt man sat on a throne of bone, A grimoire in one of
his hands glowed with its own eerie incandescence. I pulled myself upright, rested
my back against the wall, and wondered what now I used to be on
the front lines when the grove took a more forward approach to their problems and
come back ship there. Now I remember why I left this ship behind.
Too many close calls, too much chaos. The reward for this misadventure the
literal lake of untouched essence left over from creation, essentially the reserve power of
Lucifer himself. More fucked situation when I saw one, Though he did not
bring enough to capture this place. We needed a bigger stick. The only
thing keeping us in the fight was Beckett's adjustments and a handful of Holy Avengers
from the mountain. The rest were just came and father Chaff scattered to wind.
I'm here, cousin, are working things with side rest fasting. You
want to come and over, police, super I don't know if you remember,
but contractual obligations need to be fulfilled. With the rooms figured new furied
princesses would know all about death, and that was my signal to go.
Elisle managed to slay the creature, but that just created a new horde that
spilled from the corpse. Dark mist surrounded the duke and shrank him back to
regular size. Beckett pushed forward, carving a bloody path of destruction along with
his personal bodyguards to reach his master. Not to self, do not fuck
with that guy. One on one much less. Surrounded by an entourage,
the admiral reached the Lisle quickly, but the horde descended with a renewed fury.
His companion started following one by one underneath a pile of bodies. Caliban,
take angry horns and rescue her thoughts. A favor from a Duke of
Hell may be useful in future negotiations. Month Blind his hurt need to get
him back to his tower, one thing at a time. You surely we
can salvage this somehow annual. No, you do, You don't have enough
in deserve. Look there, the warriors from the mound were already drawn,
fining cowards. The admiral was right. I didn't want him to be,
but I couldn't deny what my eyes saw. The residence of this space joined
the battle, putting our group between a hot place and thoroughly fucked. I
signaled the full retreat of the Globe's forces and led the way back to our
exodus. Here Beckon left a trail of bodies against a seemingly endless horde in
our wake. He looked more demon than man. The father he pushed himself
before changing completely. There is no escape if you let them. The seconds
for the scheme deep. Just welcome back, Admiral Architect. I hope you
have good news, but looking the way you do, I choose my words
carefully. You better have a good reason to have both my attendance with you
instead of your rabble. We were not successful. Blile was injured. Surely
you must be joking. Blile cannot be be injured. He's pretty fine.
I don't remember asking you to talk to you. In a moment, an
unexpected enemy arrived on the battlefield, a giant creature from the far and its
horde. Malyile rose to immediate but fell in battle after its destruction. Is
he still alive. I believe so, but I don't know for how long.
The Duke's contingent secured him in the tower and sealed it with a powerful
warding spell. Nothing is getting in or out. What were our losses?
Everyone? That also includes my personal guard. I only escape with the help
of these two and our allies from the grove. Moth saved us. You
should have stayed and died with them. I'm sure he'll be back asking for
Christ. Can you tell me why both my attendants are here? There is
a small problem on the train to tell last Roll was freed. The one
thing I told you not to do. It was unavoidable. One of the
guests regain their memories. You somehow also free the others of their mind wipes.
Where are the guests now? Uh, we don't know. I'll allow
you to explain your failure before I kill you. I mean you see,
two guests entered the door at the same time. Two where's the third killed
when the angels freed the other two escaped to a platform and the aftermath and
both entered the door at the same time. Both of you returned to the
rooms. I'm sending Alma to meet you. We're going to put the memory
blocks back in place. There will be no stopping on the Silver Express this
time. No more mistakes. Hello, dear sister, Sorry to catch you
in the middle of whatever this is, but I just spoke to a mutual
friend of ours. Bess, I do not have time for this right now.
Just wait with Azrael sends his regards. There are multiple legions of demon
spawn at our gates. It appears that we are under siege from another layer.
Chris Caliban returned to the rooms and wait for Alma Admiral with me,
Bess, you may go, I'm busy. Well, well, well,
look who finally decided to show up? Stranger Easy. They're not going to
be any trouble. What do you want? You just need to wait for
our special guest to arrive. You've been given a second chance, a chance
to do what you did okay on your first go round, but we need
you to do better. No distractions this time. Where's Finley Funny? You
should ask? There's pieces of him flashburned into the ground right over there.
You play with angels, you get burned. I can't think it's great.
It feels like my mind is on fire. You both entered the door at
the same time, your minds are melding together. You have fragments of each
other's memories. It won't matter soon anyway. You can't keep us here,
We'll find a way out. That's where you're wrong. I can keep you
here. I will stop you from leaving every single time. We will get
out. I don't think so afraid that you won't remember much of anything after
this reset drives. Bring them over to the ritual circles so Alma can do
her work. Oh what sites we have to show you once you wake up.
Change in the House of Heretics Written by Arthur Rock We performances by Daniel
Ellett as a Money, Jeff Clements as Zook, Brandon Greene as Caliban,
Tanya Malyolyevich as Cries, Mark Witten as Mab, Margaret Ashley as the Architect,
le Quinn Groves as Beckett, Graham Rowan as Bob, Sarah Ruth Thomas
as Samantha, Jason Wilson as the Warden, Joe Staffco as Belisle, and
Krista Lewis as Beziel. Musical composition was by J. M. Scherff.
Episode artwork, web development and creative direction by Cassie Pertit social media on Patreon.
Management is by Brooks Bigley. Videography is by Hale Scherf. Community management
is by Torry Miller. Audio engineering and sound designers by me Jason Wilson.
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