La Borgia - 03 - Flames from Hell.pdf

EASTER SUNDAY, IN THE YEAR OF GRACEtm. TO CELEBRATE THE RESURECT/ON OF OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST, POPEALEXANDER VI B0R6IA HAS ORGANIZEDA MASKED BALL...

FORBIDDEN TO SPEAK OR REMOVE THEIR MASKS, THE ONLY LANGUAGE ALLOWED IS THAT OF CARESSESS.

OBLIGED TO DRINK PUNCH OR ALCOHOL A MELANGE OF APHRODISIACS: ESSENCES OF YLANG-YLANG, ROSEMARY, SAVORY AND RHINOCEROS HORN

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IN THE GREA TESTLONELINES, THE SOLITUDE OF THE CELEBRA TION, A KING SEARCHES FOR HIS IDEAL QUEEN, W ITH NO HOPE OF FINDING HER..

ALL THE FORCES OF THE UNIVERSE HA VE CONSPIRED FOR THEM TO MEET EACH OTHER. —

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THERE, WHERE THIRST MANIFESTS ITSELF QUENCHING WA TER APPEARS THE SOLITARY QUEEN, SHE IS ALSO LOOKING FOR HER IDEAL KING...

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WHY DO YOU STOP? THAT WHICH HAS HAPPENED, WE CAN'T ERASE. IF WE'VE INVOLUNTARILY COMMIT A SIN, ENJOY IT. I HAVE NEVER RESENTED SUCH

I AM SAD, MY GIRL, BECAUSE YOU ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL, THE MOST PASSIONATE WOMAN I HAVE EVER MET, BUT I CAN'T YOU AS A MISTRESS. I PROMISED YOUR

VADE RETRO, FRIVOLOUS ANGLE! CESAR’S JEALOUSY COULD REDUCE MY PROJECT TO NOTHINGNESS. A UNITED FAMILY WILL MAKE OUR CHURCH TRIUMPHANT IN THE

QUIVER MORE THAN HIM...

... DON'T DESPAIR. I KNOW A WOMAN AS BEAUTIFUL AND AS PASSIONATE AS I AM. SHE COULD BE YOURS. SHE'S JULIA FARNESE... a

YOU'RE RIGHT, FATHER. ^ THE UNITY OF THE MUST COME BEFORE

YOU HAVE NOT SEEN HER FOR YEARS. SHE’S l AN ARDENT WOMAN / \ NOW... -

WOULD THIS YOUNG WOMAN WANT ME AS A LOVER? SHE WOULDN'T SEE ME AS AN OLD MAN?

YOUR COUSIN!? SHE IS BUT A CHILD!

DON'T WORRY. YOU'RE STILL HANDSOME AND VIRIL. THERE'S JUST ONE PROBLEM... MY COUSIN IS HELD PRISONER IN THE HOLY SIXTH . V CONVENT...

THIS "PROBLEM: AS YOU SAY, IS A MINOR DETAIL ME.

T ' WHIP YOUR HORSES, YOU LAZY MONK. HIS HOLINESS IS IN A HURRY TO GET TO THE HOLY SIXTH!

BETTER TO ANTICIPATE THAN FIGHT. THIS VIAL CONTAINS A POWERFUL APHRODISIAC... IF YOUR COUSIN PLEASES ME, I WILL MAKE HER ___ JDRINK IT... A

IF THAT WILL REASSURE YOU... BUT IT WILL BE OF NO USE. CARESS HER AS WELL AS YOU DO ME, AND SHE WILL TURN INTO A HURRICANE.

OPEN UP! YOUR HOL Y FA THER ALEANDERIV A DEMANDS iT L ^ r V

I AM SORRY, YOUR HOLINESS, BUT NO MAN CAN ENTER THIS CONVENT WITHOUT PLACING HIS •

6 0 ON! TOPPLE THA T WHORE FOR ME! BREAK DOWN THIS DOOR! ,

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STUPID BITCH! NO ONE DISMISSES

DON'T SOIL THIS PLACE, HOLY FATHER! GOD WILL PUNISH V YOU! / A M GOD ON THIS EARTH! IF YOU DON'T SHUT THE FIL THY SEWER YOU CALL A MOUTH, I'LL SEND YOU TO HELL/ M

I DEMAND YOUR RESPECT! I'M THE MOTHER SUPERIOR!

YOU WILL N O T BE SILENT? YOU WILL 6 0 TO HELL W ITHOUT YOUR TEETH!

WHERE IS M Y COUSIN?>

LOCKED IN THE MEDITATION CELL.

YOU MEAN THE TORTURE CHAMBER, YOU OLD HYPOCRITE!

I'M HERE COUSIN!

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L U C R E C IA !

MY JULIA! I PROMISED YOU THAT I WOULD COME .BACK AND DELIVER YOU...

SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL, MICHELETTO! I FEEL UNCONTROLABLE PULSATIONS IN MY MEAT!

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STOP WHIPPING YOUR HORSES, IMPATIENT MONK! HIS HOLINESS IS IN NO HURRY v TO RETURN TO ROME. /

HA HA H A ! I WAS WILDLY AMUSED TO WHIP THAT OLD BITCH'S ASS! THANK YOU FOR LIBERATING ME, HOLY FATHER v HOW CAN I REPAY J YOU?

WHAT IS THIS? I FEEL LIKE MY BLOOD IS GOING TO BOIL... MY FLESH DEMANDS CARESSSESS. A FIRE BURNS BETWEEN MY LEGS...

IF YOU REALLY WANT TO PLEASE ME, DRINK THIS MAGIC ELIXIR WITH ME.

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WHAT IS THIS LIQUID? SOME POISON, MAYBE? LUCRECIA, YOU KNOW YOUR FATHER, SHOULD TRUST HIM? SHOULD^ I DRINK?

IF YOU HESITATE BETWEEN DOING SOMETHING AND NOT DOING IT, ALWAYS DO IT. DON'T BE A COWARD

COME INTO MY ARMS... YOU’RE GOING TO MINE, FOREVER...

I NEED YOU TO POSSESS ME, BUT

YOU BETROTHED ME TO ORZO ORSINI, REMEMBER? THE SON OF YOUR COUSIN ADRIANA. I'LL MARRY HIM AND LIVE FAR AWAY IN HIS C H A T E A U . ^ 'V ^ .

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DON'T WORRY. I WILL FIND A WAY TO INVALIDATE THE MARRIAGE.

AAAAHHH... THEN, TAKE ME /A M YOURS,... FOREVER...

AH, YES. I UNDERSTAND.

GOODBYE... WE W ILL SEE YOU A T THE CEREMONY. ■S. GOOD LUCK.

GODFATHER!

SOON I WILL BLESS YOUR UNION WITH JULIA. BUT, FOR THAT CEREMONY, ALL MUST BE PERFECT YOU MUST ASK GOD, THROUGH ME, FOR THE MIRACLE OF GIVING YOU EYES.

WHAT INTUITION YOU HAVE, GOD FATHER. IT'S TRUE THAT THIS HINDERS ME. I BEG YOU, GIVE ME TWO IDENTICAL

A MIRACLE!

0 , LORD, GUIDE MY HAND WHICH HOLDS THIS CRUCIFIX, SO THIS DESIRED MIRACLE MAY BE ACCOMPLISHED!

AAAGHH! HELP! I'M HURT!

YOUR EYES ARE YOUR WISH HAS BEEN

BUT NOW, YOU'RE NOT WORTHY OF JULIA. I CANT GIVE THE HAND OF THIS SUBLIME WOMAN TO A BLIND MAN. THE MARRIAGE

DEMON!/ WILL KILL YOU!

GUARDS!

BANDIT! SCOUNDREL! LIAR! PREVERT!I CURSE YOU!

FOR A TTEMPTED ASSASSINA T/ON, LOCK HIM IN H/S MONTICELLI CHA TEAU! HE REMAINS THERE UNTIL HE PIES!

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THE PLAGUE, THE KING OF FRANCE, THE TURKS, FAMINE AND MISERY MENACE US! BUT THE BORGIA i i ARE WORSE THAN ALL OF ' L THEM! ENOUGH! WE MUS T N O T LE T THEIR LUST 1|C \u CON TAMIN A TE US! M

/ GODBE PRAISED! BOTTICELLI, N ( THE GREAT SINNER, WALKS ON THE PATH OF REDEMPTION! BEFORE V REDUCING TO VIRTUOUS ASHES, A X SHOW US YOUR DEPRAVED J . 1 MASTERPIECE!

SAINT SAVONAROLE, ^ YOUR LIGHT HAS TAKEN THE SHADOWS FROM MY SOUL... WHAT I'LL SHOW >>. YOU DISGUSTS MEI ^

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"THREE NYMPHS ATTEMPTING TO AROUSE EROS FROM HIS SLUMBER". NEVER AGAIN WILL I LET MY PERVERTED SEX GUIDE MY A BRUSHESI FORGIVE S MEI

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BLESSED ARE YOUI BY PUTTING YOUR ART TO THE SERVICE OF GOD, YOU HAVE EARNED A PLACE AT MY SIDE INHEAVENI ^

ST. PETER'S BAS/LUCA, THE VA T/CAN.

r | FEEL LIKE X jB J l VOMITING, CARDINAL m DELLA ROVEREI WE HAVE NEVER SEEN SUCH SWARMS OF FLIESI IT'S DISGUSTING! THE BASILLICA ------- _ .— I S FULL OF SHITTY ~ ■ £ / BORGIA, MY DEAR VIRGINO ^ ■ ■ % / ORSINI! THAT'S W HAT ATTRACTS ■ / THE FLIES. TODAY. THIS FETID POPE ■ M ORDAINS HIS IGNOBLE SON CESAR, A F H \ CARDINAL, UNDER THE APPLAUSE I • IK 0F HIS "^MODEST DAU6HTER / \ AND MISTRESS, / V LUCRECIA...

...AND OF HIS NAUSEATING CONCUBINE, JULIA FARNESE!

...HE EQUALLY ACCLAIMED BY THAT ^ BITCH VANOZZA CATTANEI, THE MOTHER OF HIS REPUGNANT CHILDREN, AND HER OLD STINKING, IMPOTENT HUSBAND DOMENCIO D'ARIGNANO, WHO A T THIS POINT, IS ALREADY SHITTING AND PISSING IN HIS PANTS...

I ALSO BLESS YOU BY PASSING OVER YOUR FACE THE MIRACULOUS VEIL OF VERONICA. EMBRACE HIM, AND DEVOTE YOUR HEART TO THE HIGHEST, A N D ^ TO OUR HOLY CHURCH...

HE, HE, HE! THIS PESTILENCE.

...HAS ARRIVED HERE!

VERY DEAR SON, YOU HAVE RECEIVED THE CHARGE OF

B EU AA R R K!

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BY ALL THE DEVILS! THE PLAGUE! ,

HOLYMARY, MOTHER OF __ GOD!

SAVE YOURSELF!

I HURTALL OVER!

FLEE, PROPERO! AND FASTER THA T THA T, .FABRIZIO!’

GHAAA...

AAAH...

HOLY FATHER, SA VE US...

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CURE US, JESUS...

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ALEXANDER VI MUST BE REMOVED! I'M GOING TO FRANCE! I’M GOING TO CONVINCE CHARLES VIII TO ORGANIZE A NEW ECUMENICAL COUNCIL! SEE y o u s o o n , My b r o t h e r s .»

WE'LL SEE you VERY SOON... ...YOUR FUTURE HOLINESS

FORTUNATELY, GIOVANNI IS IN SPAIN, MARRIED TO THE NIECE OF FERNAND OF ARAGON, AND JOFFRE IS IN NAPLES UNITED TO THE DAUGHTER OF

AS FOR ME, I WILL LEAD A PILGRIMAGE TO NUMEROUS CITIES, PRECEEDED BY A WHITE HORSE BEARING THE HOLY SACREMENT. I WILL BE ACCOMPANIED BY A DOZEN BISHOPS, AND BY JULIA,

YOU, CESAR, YOU WILL GO TO NAPELS TO BLESS THE CORONATION OF ALPHONSE II, THE SON OF KING FERDINAND THE FIRST, WHO IS * v f a d in g a w a y . >

THE NEAPOLITANS CYNIC! ARE RAVISHING! HOW CAN YOU I'LL 6 0 THERE BE ENJOYING WITH GREAT THIS? YOU KNOW x PLEASURE... i i YOU'RE MINE! \ I'M GOING \ W I T H YOU!

STOP SQUABBLING! CESAR, YOU REPRESEN T ME IN NAPEL S ! AND LUCRECIA, YOU GO TO PESARO! YOU'RE GOING TO LEA VE NOW ! YOUR PERVERT OF A HUSBAND CAN STRUT ABOUT IN HIS VANITY OVER BEING THE FA THER OF YOUR CHILD!

BU T THEN YOU CAN'T ANNUL M Y MARRIAGE WITH GIOVANNI 5F0R ZA BECAUSE OF IMPOTENCE... I'LL BE CONDEMNED TO LIVE WITH THA T TOAD FOREVER... HIS ODOR IS INTOLERABLE!

YOU DREAM, LUCRECIA! A CARDINAL CAN'T PRESENT BEFORE THE ROYAL COUR‘ WITH HIS OWN SISTER AS HIS MISTRESS!

A SISTER HE IMPREGNA TED! /A M TWO MONTHS . PREGNANT!

FATHER, YOUR CRUELTY SHOCKS ME! I CAN'T ENDURE THE IDEA OF SEEING MY SISTER WITHER IN THE COMPANY OF A CONTEMPTIBLE MAN! I WON'T PREMIT US TO

MARVELLOUS!

HE WILL BE A GREAT WARRIOR, LIKE

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TO MAINTAIN THE UNITY OF HIS CHURCH; A POPE CAN KILL HIS SUBJECTS AS HE SEES F IT ! IF EITHER OF YOU DISOBEY ME, I WILL DO THA 77

NOT ANOTHER WORD! COVER YOU NOSES AND MOUTHES, WE WILL RETURN WHEN THIS PLAGUE HAS

PENTASILEA, ^ CATARINELA, W AIT FOR ME HERE. I'VE AN IMPORTANT MATTER TO SETTLE BEFORE WE CONTINUE OUR JOURNEY.

WHAT BRINGS YOU TO MY HUMBLE HOME PRINCESS? WHAT DO YOU DESIRE? I W ANT AN ABORTION AND TO POISON A TOAD, GRANDMOTHER.

/ FOR THE ABORTION, YOU NEED ONLY EAT ONE OF THESE BERRIES EACH DAY...

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I SEE THAT YOU HAVE COURAGE PRINCESS...

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FIRST, I MUST REDUCE THIS GOLDEN NECTAR...

...WITH A RABBIT'S FOOT, WHICH IS SOAKED WITH THE SPERM OF A HANGED MAN, I POUR OUT THE CRYSTALS...

...THE, I SCRAPE OUT THE CONDENSED SALTS...

V ...AND GRIND IT TO REDUCE IT TO A POWDER...

...THIS POWDER I POUR ON YOUR REFLECTION. NOW, ADD YOUR HATRED, PRINCESS.

I INCORPORATE THE CELESTIAL MANNA, WHICH IS ARSENIC...

I BLEND THE CELESTIAL AND THE TERESTIAL WITH THE DRIED CLAW OF A HAWK...

YOUR GENEROSITY MERITS SOME GOOD ADVICE. WHEN YOU ABORT, DEVOUR THE FETUS, IT W ILL PROLONG YOUR V yoUTHFULLNESS.

THESE PIECES OF GOLD ARE FOR YOU GRANDMOTHER.

PRINCESS, AS YOU PUT IT IN THE TOAD'S GLASS, YOU MUST MURMUR, "THAT WHICH IS OBSCURE WILL BE OBSCURED”.

GO ON, PENTASILEA! MAKE THEM GALLOP TO THE NORTH! AND YOU, CATARINELA PLAY ME A GAY SONG! V NOW, I'M READY FOR PESARO! /

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THREE MONTHS LATER, THE PLAGUEIS OVER AND ALEXANDER VI RETURNED TO ROME.

CA TAS TROPHY! THE KING OF FRANCE AND HIS ENORMOUS ARMY ARE READYTO INVADE ITALY AND PUT ROME TO IRE AND BLOOD! DELLA ROVERE PROMISED HIM 01VINE BLESSINGS IF HE SUCCEEDS IN OVERTHROWING YOU AND TAKING YOU LIKE A COMMON CRIMINAL!

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DAMN JULIAN DELLA ROVERE! HOW DID HE MANAGE , HE TO CONVINCE ^ SENT HIM AN X THAT DWARF , ASTROLOGER WHO CHARLESVIII?j 7 DEMONSTRATED TO 1 HIM THAT IT'S DELLA ROVERE WHO SHOULD BE \ THE VICAR OF CHRIST. \ THE KING IS KEEN ON ■ \ ASTROLOGY. YOUR X CHURCHIS IN Ota DANGER!

WE'RE ALMOST THERE, LORD BRANDAO, AND THE DOGS COULD BE ALERTED BY ANY NOISE. IT WOULD BE BETTER IF YOU STAY HERE. WHEN v I HAVE COMPLETED MY MISSION A ILL WHISTLE FOR YOU.

FORGIVE v MY CLUMSINESS, MICHELETTO. I'M TRYING TO BE AS DISCRETE AS POSSIBLE.

I HAVE FOUR ACES!

GOOD GOD OF A GOOD GOD! YOU HAVE AN ASS FULL OF PASTA! YOU W IN ALL OF THE TIME!

YOU WOULDN'T BE TRYING TO...

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W H A T ARE YOU SAYING?

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WE ARE UNDER...

YES, YES! IT'S 6 OOP!

L IF T YOUR LEG MORE, YOU LA Z Y WHORE! TAKE THA T! AND THA T!

LET ME SAVOR THE HONEY OF VENUS...

MMMM... YOUR T0N6UE IS HOT!

MASTER AGRIPPA, WE ) OF KILLING AN EMINENT

...AND YOU WILL RECEIVE FIFTY THOUSAND DUCATS!

you m u s t REVEAL TO THE WP KING THAT, BY THE W ORDER OF THE STARS, 1 HE MUST RECOGNIZE POPE 5 ALEXANDER VI AS CHOSEN BY GOD. HE MUST OPPOSE THE DESTRUCTION OF ROME AND EXPEL JULIAN DELLA ROVERE FROM FRANCE LIKE AN ACCOMPLICE OF THE DEVILI

FOR ROME, AND YOUR POPE, THAT IS EASY... BUT... TO AFFIRM THAT SATURN AND MARS DEMAND THE EXPULSION OF DELLA ROVERE, I TEN

VERY WELL, WE WILL GIVE YOU TEN THOUSAND MORE, IF

...TO US CUTTING OFF YOUR FILTHY BALLS RIGHT NOWI

FIFTY THOUSAND DUCATS IS ENOUGH FOR ME... I SWEAR TO DO WHAT YOU'VE ASKED OF MEI

NO! NO! HA VE MERCY!

TT w e w i l l w a t c h you \ ( CLOSELY... m ic h e le tto lo v e s t o c u t o f f th e heads. OF PEOPLE WHO GO BACK J V ON THEIR WORDI

MARSEILLE, ONE MONTH LATER.

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' f I AM / CARDINAL ROVERE, THE LEGITIMATE POPE OF OUR HOLY CHURCH. YOU CANT LOCK ME UP ON THIS ROTTEN BOAT! WHAT AN V [ HOW UNWORTHY J SHAMEFUL! JOKE! Jf

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I HAVE MY ORDERS. EVEN IF YOU WERE JESUS CHRIST, I WOULD MAKE YOU EMBARK ON THIS MODEST, BUT V SOUND, FISHING BOAT, WHICH \ WILL RETURN YOU TO A n S. YOUR LAND.

IIS MAJESTY, CHARLES HAS STUDIED THE STARS. DISCOVERED THERE YOU COULD ATTRACT ILL FORTUNE TO

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tv s \ HORRIBLE! ALL OF THESE SLIM Y FISH ! .

5 ^ THIS ISN'T ^ ' NORMAL! WE ARE THE VICTIMS OF A SORID PLAN OF THE DAMNED BORGIA. THAT IS CERTAIN!

POUAH! DAM N ! IT'S STILL SOFT! YOUR BODY STINKS OF COD, LIKE THAT OF A CURSED GOOD WOMAN!

YOU STINK TOO, YOUR EMINENCE!

THIS LAME HUNCH­ BACKED RIDICULOUS DWARF, THIS IS THE KING OF FRANCE? IT'S HARD NOT TO EXPLODE WITH LAUGHTER...

SHUT UP, IDIOT! YOU WILL TREAT HIM AS IF HE WAS APPOLO HIMSELF!

IT'S TRUE, \ ' CESAR! FLATTERING \ HIS VANITY IS THE ONLY WEAPON WE HAVE TO SLOW HIS IRRESITABLE ADAVNCE!

OH, YOUR MAJESTY!

OH, YOUR HOLINESS!

/ holy f a t h e r , th e kin g OF FRANCE DESIRES TO BE, IN THE FUTURE, YOUR, k SUBMISSIVE SON. /

WHAT IS IT THAT BRINGS YOU HERE NOW?

I SWEAR OBEDIENCE TO YOUR HOLINESS, AS ALL THE KINGS OF FRANCE HAVE DONE, AND I RECOGNIZE YOU AS THE WORTHY SUCCESSOR OF SAINT PETER, THE CHRISTIAN

I BLESS YOU , AND I ACCORD YOU, AS TRADITION DEMANDS, THREE FAVORS.

IN THE NAME OF GOD, I BLESS YOU.

THE NAME OF GOD, I CONFIRM AND DECREE THAT WHICH YOU HAVE REQUESTED OF ME.

/ YOUR HOLINESS, I HAVE THE \ / PLEASURE OF PRESENTING TO YOU ' MASTER AGRIPPA, MY ASTROLOGER. HIS READING OF THE STARS CONVINCED V ME TO REJECT THE DEMANDS OF \ CARDINAL DELLA ROVERE, AND / \ PLACE A GREAT PART OF m O M CONFIDENCE IN Y O U - . - x ^ f l

I AM AT YOUR FEET, HOLY FATHER.

A GREAT PART, BUT NOT YOUR TOTAL CONFIDENCE?

JULIA IS THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE! GO! FIND THREE THOUSAND DUCA TS IMMEDIA TEL Y AND BRING THEM TO HIS ) „ ^¿»M AJESTY... /

JULIA ! / TOLD YOU NOT TO LEAVE PESARO!

/ / BOOHOO, PEAR, ^ I WANTED TO GO AND SEE MY SICK MO THER AND THE FRENCH CAPTURED ME... SNIFF... BOOHOO...

I HAVE GRANTED YOUR THREE WISHES, ALL-POWERFUL KING. CAN WE CONSIDER OUR BUSINESS

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I SAY AGAIN, I HAVE THE GREATEST CONFIDENCE IN YOU, BUT IT IS NOT TOTAL. THIS / YOUNG PERSON WAS A HOSTAGE TO - f PROTECT ME FROM BETRAYAL. I MUST W REPLACE HER WITH SOMEONE WHO K . IS JUST AS IMPORTANT TO YOU.

I FLY THERE!

BY THE RIGHT OF MY ECCLESIASTICAL PRIVILEGES, PERMIT ME TO RIDE AT YOUR SIDE, FOLLOWED BY A TRAIN OF ABOUT THIRTY MULES CARRYING MY BAGGAGE, AND NINETEEN WAGONS FULL O F ^ t MY COFFERS AND ___ MONEY BOXES.

THA T'S ENOUGH/ A BORGIA DOESN'T ENTER A CAGE LIKE A COMMON SLAVEI I PREFER TO SLIT MY . THROAT!

YOUR REQUEST IS REASONABLE. IT 1 WILL BE THUS! A CARDINAL AND A BORGIS DESERVES CERTAIN LUXURIES. .

CALM DOWN, MY BOY, AND TELL ME WHAT YOU DESIRE...

THREE THOUSAND DUCATS, YOUR MAJESTY.

MY TREASURERS VERIFY THEM. FOR EACH MISSING DUCAT, WE WILL COUT OFF A PIECE OF YOUR BODY,

CESAR, WILL WAIT FOR YOU TOMORROW AT THE GATE OF ROME. WE WILL RIDE TO NAPELS, SIDE BY SIDE.

THE VICAR OF CHRIST BLESSES YOU, GREAT KING.

BEURK! YOUR GREAT KING HAS A MOUTH THAT STINKS!

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HEY! CESAR! WAKE UP!

YOU PROMISED TO COME BACK, AND YOU DIDN'T! I WANT TO AWAKEN YOUR VIRILITY. V WE WILL SCREW THIS \ COW TOGETHER!

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THE L IA R IS I FLEEIN G, DISGUISED IN T H EC LO TH ES O F HIS S T A B LE V A L E T ! HE M US T •> B E O N H IS W A Y TO , 7 ROME ALR EAD Y! f

FORGET HIM, MY KING. UNTIE THIS VALET AND ASK THE OFFICER TO JOIN US, AND I PROMISE TO J l PLEASE ALL THREE A OF YOU...

SHUT UP MORON! YOUR F/L THY EARS HEAR NOTHING OF POLITICS!

END OF THE THIRD PART.

ROME IS NO LONGER A HOLY CITY, BUT A CHAOS WITHOUT FAITH OR LAW. THE BORGIAS. THE FIRST GODFATHERS IN HISTORY, ARE THE MASTERS.