Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It is Our Dark Lord's will, Zelda.
- No! No! Father, please! - Faustus!
So you see, it's quite impossible for me to imagine a scenario
Let it be known there is no proof to any of this.
[insects chirping]
[man] Greg, move your head!
Ambrose. Ambrose. There, there.
Three. The Sons of Satan are the swineherds of man.
Yes. The very same Ambrose who plotted to blow up the Vatican.
Perhaps the Dark Lord won't come.
You better run. You little prick.
Well, I've... I've changed inside.
What is this doing?
Quite right.
"Second. Not only may witch-kind lay with, love with,
Why, the Church of Night, of course.
Sabri... Oh!
A bold doctrine to reform the Church of Night.
[chuckles]
Yes, because he thought Father Blackwood was gonna slaughter him.
Speak, then. What did you dream of?
[sighs]
It's... It's like the High Priest is preying on our family.
There might be some good news.
Or you can tell us why you are so Hell-bent on hurting my sister.
Nothing she'd want, at any rate.
lift me up, and exalt me for all eternity.
In the name of Satan, I call forth
What do you mean?
Hail Satan! Hail Lucas!
Sister Jackson.
Oh, this is Prudence Night.
as is customary?
- Perhaps we should... - Sabrina Spellman, Your Disgrace.
After all, it is our Dark Lord's divine right to visit any bride-to-be
Ask Prudence Night, she was there.
in which we're ever married, Adam.
But I know someone who can help me put the pieces together.
So, young Ms. Spellman!
Prohibere!
Table ten. Away from Brother Bierce.
It pleases me, Faustus, to see such firm and potent youths among our dark ranks.
[doors creaking]
What time is it, Hilda?
[all] Hail Satan!
Except I'm not dead yet, Gray.
He loves his boys, Blackwood, until he doesn't.
And... He may not visit.
You, I'm surmising, were merely his instrument.
No more threats, Lady Blackwood.
Prudence.
My father charged me with putting a stop to Father Blackwood, Nick,
It takes everything from her.
Sadly, he perished before we could meet and discuss his philosophies.
for the world to celebrate.
And now, by the unholy power invested in me...
- I'm sorry. - I'm not.