I.FRANKENSTEIN
I was cast into being in the winter of 1795
a living corpse without a soul.
Stitched, jolted, bludgeoned back to life by a madman.
Horrified by his creation, he tried to destroy me.
But I survived, and found my way back to him.
Elizabeth!
A life for a life, that is what I wanted.
I took that of his beloved new bride.
He pursued me to the far north.
I was immune to cold.
But... he was not.
I buried him... in his family cemetery.
it was more than he deserved.
I thought it was the end...
but it was actually... just the beginning.
We have been waiting for you.
You will come with us.
Wait! Naberius wants him back alive.
That was the last of them.
What do you suppose it was?
I do not know. I've never seen a human kill a demon before.
And with such strength.
It's been a long time since I've seen demons this far north.
There must be something special about it.
Something Naberius wanted.
"Victor Frankenstein".
The rumors are true.
It's alive.
It's alive!
Your Majesty!
It's no more than a wild beast, Your Majesty.
Destroy it, and be done with it.
So, you understand reason.
Where am I? How did I get here?
The creatures that attacked you, what did they want?
- I don't know! - We heard him speak of Naberius.
- Seems he wants this thing alive. - If Naberius wants it alive...
All the more reason to destroy it.
Gideon.
"Him"... not "it".
My name is Leonore, High Queen of the Gargoyle Order.
This is Gideon, my most trusted warrior.
You were attacked by four demons under the command of a dark prince called Naberius.
Fortunately, Ophir and Keziah were on watch near by.
They realized who you were and brought you here.
To our home.
The Gargoyle Order was commanded into being by the great arch-angel Michael.
It is our sacred duty to wage war against the demon horde.
666 legions of hell-spawn creatures,
unleashed by Satan after his fall from Heaven.
Humans think of us as mere decoration.
They do not know nor could they conceive the brutal unseen war being fought around them every day.
A war that one day could determine the very fate of all mankind.
You have now been drawn into this war.
I care not for the world of man.
Yes, we've heard the stories of you.
Shunned by your human creator, lost and alone.
You would be welcome here.
Until we know why Naberius wants you,
I ask that you stay with us, safe within these hallowed walls.
- I will follow my own path. - Your Majesty...
This thing murdered Victor Frankenstein's wife.
All in the heat of passion,
Driven by emotions he was never taught to control.
He maybe more human than he realizes.
I understand Frankenstein never offered you a name.
I would like to call you... Adam.
I promise you this, Adam. Each of us has a higher purpose.
Yours is simply yet to reveal itself.
They are but some of the scapulars of our fallen brothers and sisters.
We have always been out numbered in battle.
After many hard-fought victories, our ranks have thinned.
Demons however... remain strong.
To help you survive against them.
The Queen has asked us to provide you with weapons.
Demons can only be descended with sacramentals.
Blessed objects, such as the crucifix or holy water.
Any object can sacramental,
by marking them with the blessed symbol of the Gargoyle Order.
- Descended. - When a demon is killed,
it's spirit descends to hell, where it remains trapped for all eternity.
How do you descend a Gargoyle?
We are sacramental beings of light and good. We ascend.
And only in the hands of godless creatures that have no souls.
You do not want those. There are blunt and crude...
And are far too heavy to weild.
Adam, you have strength, and speed and stamina...
Far beyond that of any human. You could use those gifts.
Take sides in a war that you're already a part of.
I do not care how many demons he descended.
You should have let me destroy it.
I am not blind to the risks.
The fact is... Adam is alive,
and all life is sacred.
- It's not human born. - Neither are we, Gideon.
Here...
Lock this in the vault.
It must never fall into Naberius's hands.
It is but a book, your Majesty.
It is written proof that God is no longer the sole creator of man.
Adam.
If ever you should change your mind,
you will always find refuge here.
Trusting others is a mistake you only make once.
And so I resolve to seek out the farthest corners of the Earth.
Where no human, demon or gargoyle would ever find me.
So many years passed I lost track of time.
Yet I do not grow old and die, as humans do.
Victor Frankensteins final curse.
I thought Naberius demons had forgotten me.
But I was wrong.
And I unleashed all my rage upon them.
I had hidden long enough.
Now I will hunt those who were hunting me.
I return to the place I had left so long ago.
The human world had changed in the time I had been gone.
But some things... had not changed.
If the demons could find me in the wilderness,
It was only a matter of time before they found me here.
Which is why I had to find them first.
Naberius, where is he?
Police!
Put down your weapon!
Good evening, Mr. Wessex.
Where does life begin and where does it end.
Tonights experiment represents a combination of three years of work...
Time is fleeting Dr. Wade, and I'd ask that you not waste mine.
Commence reignition sequence.
DCI in the right ventricle. Discharge outlet three joules.
For the record, subjects heart is currently dormant.
Fire current in three, two, one.
Clear and shot.
Muscle spasms in the upper torso and legs looks good.
Intracellular atrial electrical activity.
- Ventricles activated. - Atrial Fibrillation.
Place an ectopic beats. Start of irregular heartbeats.
Ventricular Fibrillation. The subject is in cardiac arrest.
- Top loading 50 joules. - Load raised to 50.
- Increased heart rate. - Load raised to 100.
- The pulse is weak! - Double it again!
- I can't! - Double it!
- That'll kill it! - It's already dead.
200 joules.
Live.
There's a heart beat.
- Switch to life support. - Life Support functioned.
Sinusual established rhythm.
It's breathing.
Sir, we have a situation.
You're certain?
No, sir. But the way it attacked...
Strong and fast, like a Gargoyle.
It descended seven of us. I managed to fight it off.
I think I wounded it... I think it's wounded.
It descended seven demons?
Yet you escaped?
- Well, I thought you'd want to hear this. - Yes, you presumed.
You presume to know what I want.
Well, considering how long you've been hunting the creature...
And you thought I want you to tell me about the creature,
rather than capturing it yourself was the choice you made.
Interesting.
Do not ever...
presume to know what I want.
Is that understood?
Forgive me,
Prince... Naberius.
Ophir, if you think...
No.
No!
When do you begin... the final stage?
Mr. Wessex, our bodies are the most complex organisms in the universe.
Animate a single rat is one thing...
but a human is still far out of reach.
Is it? What do you know of a scientist,
by the name of Victor Frankenstein?
Frankenstein is a myth.
A horror story made up to scare children.
All scientists are skeptics, Dr. Wade...
However I would've suspected that a scientist in your particular field,
would have to wonder if such stories just might have some basis in fact.
Electricity couldn't be harvested in the 1790's,
let alone channeled into a human subject.
And where did he go? Why did he disappear?
If he really reanimated a human corpse,
Why not share this technology with
the rest of the world, to save lives and cure paralysis?
Perhaps he wasn't as magnanimous as you are, Doctor.
Every scientist keeps a record.
Even when their experiments end in failure.
But there ought to be at least a record of his work somewhere.
Drawings or a set of notes, something.
Just because something is yet to be found,
does not mean it does not exist.
But if Frankenstein... was real,
if he really did... reanimate a human,
would it help you to study it?
Yes, absolutely.
But Mr. Wessex, it would have to be over 200 years old by now.
There would be nothing left but a few brittle bones.
It's the first and only one of its kind Dr. Wade...
Who's to say how long such a subject and might live?
Our's is a war that must be fought in the shadows.
It is not an open battlefield for you to do as you please!
I'm descending demons aren't I?
Do not pretend that you are doing this for us
or humanity!
You care only about yourself, Adam.
Did you know a human was killed in that alley tonight?
I didn't kill him.
Your actions led directly to his death
I'll be more careful next time.
There will not be a next time.
You will remain here until the Queen decides what to do with you.
You can not keep me here, Leonore.
I can hardly risk unleashing you on the streets of this city.
My life is my own.
You will not take it from me.
Your life was not granted to you by the grace of God!
It was frabricated in a laboratory,
and until you learn to use it wisely, I will do as I must!
Then you are no better than Naberius!
When I met you,
my first thought was to have you destroyed.
But then I looked into your eyes, and you know what I saw there?
Not a soul, but the potential for one.
Now all I see is darkness.
I know no other way.
I am not human...
Nor gargoyle...
Nor demon.
I am like none other.
Ophir.
How do you plan to remove the creature from the cathedral?
The gargoyles will protect it like one of their own.
Yes, I shall be counting on that.
Our casualties will be high but necessary.
Zuriel, none of my legions
ever had so worthy a commander as you.
With their sacrifice of themselves so bravely,
so willingly for anyone less.
You know what this could mean for them.
Do not forget.
Now, bring me Frankenstein's monster!
Demons are gathering outside the cathedral.
- How many? - 50 or so.
By the power of God, descend to hell.
Satan and all evil spirits.
Secure the creature!
- Now! - Ophir.
Give no quarter.
Take as many of them with you as you can. You're our last line of defense.
This is your sacred duty.
This way.
Ophir, give me a weapon! Let me fight for my life!
No!
Keziah. I'll do what I can.
No! I wish to be with Ophir.
But it was forbidden by the Order.
I will be beside him.
Quickly, go help the others.
- Where is Naberius? - They're expecting you.
What do you mean expecting me?
We knew the gargoyles would do everything they could.
To keep you out of Naberius's hands.
But in the heat of the battle,
they left unprotected, their greatest treasure.
All we had to do was lure Gideon and the others away.
This one has a message for you.
From Zuriel.
- Tell me where Zuriel took her. - What do you care?
Are you going to rescue her?
She locked you up! She despise's you!
You are nothing to her.
You're just a grand human mistake!
- Where is he? - The Walton Theatre
Gideon is to bring you there in exchange for Leonore.
Descend in pain, demon.
The light embraces and protects thee.
Lord.
What are your orders?
- I beg you to reconsider. - There's no time.
Item's in the vault are sacred. You can not remove nor replace anything.
I'll shall accept full responsibility...
You have not have the authority to do so. None of us do.
And the Queen expressly prohibited it.
Authority is not the problem. It is dangerous. You must know this.
Of course I know! But Leonore is the spiritual leader of the entire Order.
Our only direct link to the arch-angels.
Without her, we are but a dying flock of vigilanties
with no hope of ever being reinforced.
Is that you want?
May God forgive me.
- Stay where you are, Gideon! - Your Majesty.
- You should not have come. - Weapons!
I am unarmed. As you instructed.
Where is Frankenstein's creature? I no longer know.
When I returned to the cathedral, it already escaped.
Wait!
I've bought something else.
Gideon, No!
It is the private scientific journal of Victor Frankenstein.
We found it on Frankenstein's body,
the night we rescued the creature 200 years ago.
It contains... in detail,
how Victor Frankenstein conceived...
and then constructed his unholy abomination.
And I pray that it may save my Queen now.
Gideon, I command you take this journal from this place.
And let me ascend.
This one came in just this morning.
The morgue, sold him to us.
The liver was ruined, but other organs are healthy enough.
Store it with the rest.
What is that?
It looks like Victor Frankenstein's hand written account,
of how he bought his creature to life.
This is better for us.
This is everything we need to bring back
our fallen.
We'll let the humans decide that.
You asked for Frankenstein's creature.
I bring you something far more edifying.
"Frankenstein".
You said there might be a record of his work somewhere.
- Where did you get this? - Is it real?
You tell me.
We lost 16.
- Good warriors... all of them. - I should never had held him here.
This was the creatures doing, not yours.
If it did not come back...
Was I wrong to keep the journal from him?
Everything you do is for the good of humanity.
There's no wrong in that.
Although now that the creature knows the journals existence...
Why must you call him that?
Now that he knows, what are you prepared to do?
Find Adam!
Call every Gargoyle you can spare place and them on every roof top.
And when we find him?
We bring him back here again?
Sacrifice even more of us to protect him?
What if I put an end to all this and deny Naberius's prize
as we should have done long ago.
God did not put Adam on this earth
but he did allow to live for over 200 years
against incredible odds.
It is not for you or I to deny God's purpose.
Sooner or later your majesty... you will have no choice.
- Eels. - What was that?
Electric eels, that's where he got his power source from.
- You know it's actually a fish... - Six electric eels, generating 500 volts each.
That's 3,000 volts, that's enough to kill an elephant.
How long did he hold the current for?
Three bursts of 5 seconds each.
That's 15,000 joules.
It makes you wonder how long the thing lasted.
Think of it, all that energy coarsing through it's veins,
powering it's heart, lungs, nervous system.
One's survive like a birth What would it take to kill it?
Look at it's eye's.
They way they hold you.
It suggests a certain level of intelligence.
Maybe Victor Frankenstein just drew it that way.
I want to re-examine our cellular reproduction formula, I think we've missed something.
Leave him be!
My apologizies for the jealous nature of our security.
Perhaps if you had simply knocked on the front door,
this unfortunate, awkwardness might have been avoided.
Who are you?
Charles Wessex.
And you... must be Frankenstein.
My name is Adam.
We are all sons of our fathers are we not?
Denying who we are only means that we are... lost.
I am adjourning,
a partizan of progress.
Like your father , I too seek to unwravel the mortal coils of life.
This is Dr. Wade.
She's one of the worlds most respected electrophysiologists.
Hello.
I have been trying to replicate Victor Frankenstein's stone triumph...
for quite some time.
What I've read in the journal has already been extremely helpful.
Is reasonable, Adam.
You are a living miracle.
You contain the answers
so many seek.
- I seek my own answers. - Of course you do.
Stay with us.
Help us to understand your father's work,
and together we can unlock those answers and many more.
Yes.
Victor Frankenstein gave you life,
but could not restore your soul.
Could it?
There's no sign of the creature. It could be anywhere by now.
It will find a safe place where it can study the journal, then it will come back here!
Come back?
I've been pursuing the creature for the better part of 200 years.
- It will Return. - For what?
Mr. Wessex.
Answers.
- How I can help you, Doctor? - Well you can start by please explaining to me what's going on.
We had a break in. It is a simple security matter.
With all due respect, sir, but Frankenstein's creature is alive.
- Why do not you go home and get some rest? - look, just who are you?
This gentleman works for me. A sort of extra layer of security, if you will.
Well your extra layer of security the just blew any hopes I might of had of analyzing that creature.
Didn't you hear what it said? It wants answers!
And I'm the one that might have been able to provide them, the only one!
You maybe right. You tired, Doctor.
It is late. You really ought to get some rest.
Rest? Mr. Wessex
We've lost both the creature and the journal doctor, what more can you do tonight?
I will notify you should we recover one, or the other.
Go home, doctor!
I am not recording the visions of a madman.
My methods and motives are scientifically valuable,
achieve discover the cause... and generation of life.
cemetery has provided me the low raw material required.
Break the boundaries... of life and death!
Thank you.
How certain are you it will come for her?
It needs someone to make sense of the journal.
Only she could do that.
I'm not going to hurt you.
Come with me.
Why are you following me?
How close are you to reanimate a human corpse?
- I can't tell you that. - Would this help?
I haven't had the chance to finish it yet.
- What if you examine me? - Back at the institute?
Not there. Somewhere away from it.
But all my equipment My notes, my research!
Know who it is you are working for.
- Mr. Wessex? - He's not who you think he is.
There's a war, a war humans don't know about.
It's been going on for centuries, it could mean the end of all mankind.
- Between who? - Gargoyles and Demons.
I think your boss is a demon prince, called Naberius.
A demon prince?
He's been hunting me for over 200 years.
Now I think I know why.
We have to get off the streets.
Come on.
Naberius is storing human corpses beneath the Wessex Institute.
Corpses?? We are still away from human trials.
I've seen the bodies.
There's enough to re-animate an entire army of monsters like me.
What did you say your name was? Adam?
It's the name the Gargoyle Queen gave me.
Look, I understand you probably suffered
severe brain damage during the re-animation process given the level of...
This is real! All of it!
I'm sorry, I just don't believe in gargoyles and demons.
Frankenstein!
Oh shit!
Run.
This ends tonight.
I have seen the bodies.
You'll never be able to control them.
Control... has never been the problem.
There are millions of demonic spirits trapped in hell,
waiting for the chance to possess a human body and return to our world.
What's this got to do with me?
What the hell's this got to do with me?
You... have no soul
and a demonic spirit can only possess a body that has no soul.
No.
You know what the best thing about having the journal is?
I no longer need to bring you in alive.
I need it alive!
I need to study it! Bring it back to the lab.
You could read the journals, study it's corpse.
It's corpse wont show me how it's organs function, how they respond to tests.
Let me bring it back to the lab, where I can open it up,
and keep alive while I run my tests for Mr. Wessex.
You can destroy it when I'm done.
The journal!
Okay,
Remove your coat.
I'll search the cabinet.
Sit down.
Sit down, please.
It's okay.
Please, it's alright, you can sit down.
We can't stay here long.
Hold still, please.
Demons will be looking for us everywhere.
We have to get to Leonore, the Gargoyle Queen.
She's the only one who can help us now.
You saw that thing. You saw what it was.
I do not know what I saw.
They'll come for you.
- They need you... to help... - Help to do what?
Animate an army corpses to take over the world?
- Corpses possessed by demons. - Can't help them and I won't
The first thing They'll do. They'll wipe out the Order Gargoyle.
There's so few gargoyles left they wont stand a chance.
Then Naberius will launch a war, on humans.
Kill most and enslave the rest.
Your world will end.
No!
And what will you do?
It's nothing to do with me.
- Of coarse it does. You're as much a part of this world as anyone. - No, I'm different.
You're not that different.
I am a dozen used parts from Eight different corpses.
I am a monster.
You're only a monster if you behave like one.
Never had to thank a human, for anything before.
We have our uses, I suppose.
Look, Adam...
The journal is not here, sir.
- How you feeling? - I've been through worse.
What happened to Victor Frankenstein?
I see he vanished after his...
Wife died.
I killed his wife.
He hunted me.
I would have killed him too.
But he froze to death.
I hated him.
Have you killed anyone since?
Only demons.
I've finished reading it.
It seems he, refined the process significantly after you.
Their science is still amazing absolutely unconventional
but... I think I can reproduce it.
Perhaps even improve on it.
Frankenstein promised to make you a companion, didn't he?
A promise he broke.
Is that why you come to me?
You want me to fulfill Victor Frankenstein's promise?
Carl!
I got your message. I thought you'd be asleep by now.
Carl, listen to me. I want you to leave Wessex right now.
- Leave? - and I want you to meet me at the train station.
I've yet to analyze all the data.
Carl, please.
Please just trust me. It's about the journal.
- Alright, I'll be there in 20. - Okay. Bye.
You shouldn't have done that.
He knows much about the re-animation process as I do.
If what you say is true, then he's in danger aswell.
We don't need him.
It's not about what you need right now.
I'll go with you, to look after you.
You go talk to the Gargoyle Queen. I'll meet you back here in an hour.
- Terra! - That way you could just look after yourself.
Your good at that.
Here.
CENTRAL STATION
- Carl! - i'm sorry.
- What? - They made me do it.
I had no choice. They made me!
Behind you!
You've work to do, Dr. Wade.
Release him.
You lied to me .
Yes, I did.
But I had a higher duty to protect the human race.
You understand what that journal is to me?
It is the chronicle of how I came to be.
Who I am.
What I am.
You are a unique lonely being
rejected by both your maker and the rest of humanity.
And as a result you are filled with rage.
You do not need a book to tell you that.
Naberius has found a way to bring all the demons that have descended.
- What? - Possession!
In bodies that have no souls.
Only the dead have no souls. What is the use of possessing a corpse?
There is none.
Unless you can animate that corpse.
Naberius has been planning this for centuries.
And Victor Frankenstein made it possible.
- How do you of this? - I've seen the bodies.
There are tens of thousands.
Where?
We are your friends, Adam.
Never try to control you again.
If you have Victor Frankenstein's journal,
Surely you see now that it must be destroyed.
My circumstances have changed.
I have someone with me now, a human.
A scientist.
I have to... protect her.
- What would you have us do? - Get us out of here.
And I'll tell you where to find it.
retrieve your scientist, come back here then we will take you where you wish to go.
I've made too many mistakes with you, Adam.
I will not make another.
You put your emotion before your sacred duty!
Follow him, Gideon. As soon as you have the journal in sight,
Destroy him.
Terra?
- Remember, I have no soul. - God will surely damn you.
He already did.
I know who you are,
and I know what you want me to do.
And I wont do it.
I'd rather die.
Carl!
You want it back?
Show me how.
Excellent.
Thank you, Dr. Wade.
My Queen.
We found the creature.
Sir! It's here.
"Him", not "it".
This is the place.
He led us here.
Leave him to me!
Naberius!
Frankenstein.
How good of you to come back.
I've come to destroy you... and this place.
The Gargoyle Order must survive...
And mankind with it.
You can not destroy me, I have many other places like this all over the world.
And as for the Order and mankind,
nothing can stop their demise, let alone a monster like you!
Too Late Dr. Wade. We already have everything we need from you.
I am a demon prince! You will kneel before me here!
I know what you want Adam, what you've always wanted.
I will make hundreds like you.
Tousands!
I have been gathering human corpses for centuries.
Each one a host of legions demonic spirits,
I will now summon from hell.
You'll be the first. You will be one of us.
And you will no longer be alone.
Your majesty, the moment they awake, they can be possessed.
Destroy them. Destroy them all!
Welcome, my son!
You have possessed a truly remarkable body.
I am not your son.
And this body is mine.
No,it is not possible!
You have soul!
- Gideon... - I know.
So... why did you save me?
Because you've finally found your higher purpose.
Where's the journal?
I don't need it anymore.
We do not ask for the lives we are given,
but each of us have the right to defend that life.
I have fought to defend mine.
And when the forces of darkness return,
you shall know I am out there,
Fighting to defend yours.
I, the descender of the demon horde.
I , my father's son.
I...
Frankenstein.