Warlock of the party
Count of Monte Cristo


Timpany as a Butterfly My private prayer to the Heavenly Father is finished. The silence was so peaceful. Now... back to Tony. He must be waiting for me at the altar. [soft fluttering wings] My little Count...? Tony, where are you? The candles are still burning... but the altar is empty. You're not here. Tony? Can you hear me? [distant fire crackle, purple magic hum] What is that light...? Flames... and... purple void stars? No... No, it can't be... That's Count Black... The Evil Wizard! And Tony... my Tony is fighting him! He never told me... I knew nothing of this battle... [exhausted landing on broken stone cross] Blumiere? Why... you have an assistant... Nastasia... she loves you... But Tony is MINE!