In courts and palaces, he also reigns. And in luxurious cities, where the noise of riot ascends above their loftiest towers. And injury and outrage. And when night darkens the street, then wander forth the Sons of Belial. Flown with insolence, and wine. Paradise...lost.
S3 E11Sons of Belial
S3 E13Fever
I take it you need something.
Your doctor friend.
What for?
I've got a sick friend. I need her help.
She's not that kind of doctor.
I hear she's pretty good with the dead. And the undead. Look, I can't take this one to the hospital. In the emergency room, what am I'm gonna tell them? He's allergic to penicillin, garlic, sunlight, crosses, and food. He's about four hundred and fifty and he can fly.
Stay out of the sun, avoid sharp sticks, and you get to live forever. That's supposed to be the deal.
S3 E19Jane Doe
For the cappuccinos, friends; smoke them if you have them. It's poetry time again. Some thoughts for you to dream on. Tonight's likeness exerted from Killing Mind, by that fellow who got rich writing greeting cards for the Devil: "Life's ending evolution;/Every death is growth;/She should please me now,/This dead one,/With whatever warmth remains;/With that rattle in her throat;/And with slackening breath/Should whisper/'I love you for what you've done;/You've let my spirit out,/And I never saw you coming/Nor dreamed what you're about.'"
S3 E20Francesca
You have to understand that every drop of blood has your whole life in it. It's just not our food. It's the way we feel life. Imagine if you could know someone's soul just by sharing blood. Everything you know, everything you are, transformed into touch and taste. Imagine the temptation to take just one sip. One sip and then another and another, to take them inside you and know every secret, to let them know yours, to be them. That's why it's such a tough habit to break.
S3 E21Ashes to Ashes
Clearly, I have a future as a sobering influence on the disenfranchised.
S3 E22Last Knight
Life is a gift. As sweet as a ripe peach. As precious as a gilded jewel. I have never been able to understand the logic of wilfully surrendering such a treasure. And what is there to gain? How dark can your existence be, when compared to an eternal void? Unless, of course, you have faith that there is something beyond. What do you see from where you stand? A bright light at the end of the tunnel? Is it a ray of hope? A glimmer of something better? Or will it burn you like the rising sun? Is that sound you're hearing the trumpeting of St. Peter's angels? Or the screams of Memnoch's tortured souls? You can't answer that, can you? Because you will never know the answer, until the deed is done. And is your faith really that strong? I understand the need to move on. It is something that happens to us all. And your time has truly come. I also understand that with the beauty of this life there comes pain and despair. No one is immune. But consider what is in your hands, before you give it up. Don't trade a treasure for an empty box.
LaCroix, is it possible for a vampire to have faith?
That's a strange question at this moment in time.
Have you ever had faith...in anything but yourself?
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