no matter what happens to me, you must carry on with the work.
yes, you will.  leave me. deny me.
this will guide you back to me.
i grant you everlasting life, youth and the power to serve me.
there will be no failure, general. i promised herr hitler a miracle. i'll deliver one.
ragnarok, anung ia anung.
all grown up, i see.
i sang the first lullaby you ever heard, my child. i ushered you into this world. i alone know your true calling, your true name.
i can see that you're still young and don't know your place. teach him.
sammael has fulfilled his destiny.  die in peace and be reborn again and again.
the child will be there. and so will we all -- won't we?
ready the welcome, my love --
salt. gathered from the tears of a thousand martyrs. restraining the essence of sammael, the hell hound, the seed of destruction.
the master is calling your name now, my girl. we are all part of his plan. you must return to the child.  so, once again.
dream of fire.
very good, professor broom.
his destiny.
you raised the child. nurtured him. so, in return.  would you permit me? a brief, brief glimpse? of the future --
if only you had him destroyed sixty years ago, none of this would come to pass. but, then, how could you have known?
your god chooses to remain silent. mine lives within me.
in the frozen waters of the malaya nevka, in the darkness of the void: every time i died and crossed over, a little more of the master came back with me. he disclosed to me the child's true name.  would you like to know it??
good. now, i'll add two crumbs more: grief and revenge.
rebirth? i like that.
june 30th, 1908. it burned hundreds of square miles of forest. the romanovs took possession of it immediately. the czar guarded it jealously -- i have wanted it for ages.
now, finally, it's mine.
enjoy the bright metal you've earned. there will be no further transactions. only closure.
"and i looked and beheld an angel, and in his hand the key to the bottomless pit"
these were the words i heard as a peasant boy in tobolsk. and now, the door -- sent by the ogdruh jahad so that they might at long last enter our world.
no? in exchange for her life then, open the door.
as you wish.
she's dead.
her soul awaits on the other side. if you want her back.  open the door and claim her.
names hold the power and nature of things. mine for example. rasputin: "the crossroads." and crossroads i have become. your true name: anung-un-rama. repeat it. become the key.
the final seal. open it!
you will never fulfill your destiny. you will never understand the power inside you.
child.
look what you've done --
you've killed me -- an insignificant man.  but you have brought forth a god.
behold, my master, behemoth. guardian of thresholds, destroyer of worlds.