12895/A new kind of Evil

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A new kind of Evil
Date of Scene: 26 March 2021
Location: St. Margaret's Church, Bushwick
Synopsis: Dani, Willow and Kurt meet the Hellequin, where true devotion is shown
Cast of Characters: Hellequin, Nightcrawler, Willow Rosenberg, Moonstar




Hellequin has posed:
And yet, another day is almost over. The last rays of sunshine bidding goodbye to the day, as night will shortly replace it with its darkness. Then, within the darkness, the time of the witching hour will come, closely followed by Wild Hunt on its holy mission to collect the daily unrepentent souls and annihilate the miscreant sinners.

This being an eternal daily - and nightly cycle - nothing is new about it, and it's quite simple in the mind of the lone man kneeling in front of the altar, seemingly oblivious to anyone else who might be present in the church. There is Good, and there is Evil. God's creation against the forces of the Fallen One and its Legion. Back in the good ol' days of the Inquisition, the Hellequin could basically reap the countryside and collect souls aplenty. Now... well now, the Fallen One has tweaked its ways, and evil can be found everywhere, even in the most sacred places. Noone seems to care, and witches, sorcerers and their minions walk the streets in all immunity.

This is especially true in New York City, a hub of magic that lately beaconed to the Hellequin. Uprooting evil, in all its forms, will be done. No matter what.

The man kneeling by the altar slowly raises to his feet, his back to the pews, a large scarf hiding most of his face. He looks up to the last rays of sun hitting the stained glass windows: the time is coming. The man quietly recites an old prayer.

"Most Merciful Jesus, lover of souls, I pray You,
By the agony of Your most Sacred Heart,
And by the sorrows of Your Immaculate Mother,
To wash in Your Most Precious Blood,
The sinners of the world who are now in their agony,
And who will die tonight."

Nightcrawler has posed:
The coming of night. This is when most churches are generally quieter, and generally have less people in them. Not that it would matter much for the church that Kurt is choosing to visit tonight, given the openness that they have for mutant kind. But it is habit, and sometimes habit is a hard thing to break. For tonight, Kurt has chosen to visit a church that's closer -- that being St. Margaret's. And he arrives by no ordinary means. Tendrils of blue-ish purple-ish smoke are what appear first, bearing with them the scent of burning brimstone. There is a sound that comes along with that smoke, a BAMF of air being displaced. The cause of the sound, of the smoke, is... just a man. Or at least, that's how he views himself, for the most part. He's dark blue, with glowing yellow eyes and blue-black hair, and unusual hands should one happen to notice. He's dressed well enough -- a pair of black dress slacks, and a long sleeved button-up shirt in a medium shade of blue. Kurt doesn't appear alone, as this time he's brought a friend along with him, her hand resting on his shoulder, one Dani Moonstar. This happens near the back of the church. And once they've arrived, Kurt bows his head slightly, his pointed ears going back a touch, and he lifts his right hand to reverently make the sign of the cross, murmuring softly, "Im Namen des Vaters, des Sohnes und des Heiligen Geistes."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Willow, she's not entering a nice, quiet, *empty* church..

Still she had come just prior to Dani and Kurt, and after Hellequin (in his mortal guise) and was stuck between the two separate entities, in a pew.

This did not make her calmer. Rather, the opposite.

Moonstar has posed:
That is because these days, there is no real exact line between Good and Evil. These days, well, it's a bit more complicated. Evil creatures and people can do good. Good people and creatures can do bad. To one such as Dani Moonstar, who an speak to the dead.. well. Things can get really complicated really quickly.

As she arrives with Kurt, Dani looks around. She's been here a time or two before, but it's been awhile. She is not a true believer. She is dressed in dark blue jeans, black boots, and a blue hooded sweatshirt that appears to have clouds all over it, and a white pegasus on the front. The hood is pulled up, obscuring her face for the moment, but long, and very straight, black hair can be seen spilling from the hood on either side.

Dani slips her hand from Kurt's shoulder and glances around the church. She doesn't bow her head like the blue man she accompanies, though. Nor does she reply to his words. Perhaps she's not a believer. Her eyes first fall on the man at the front of the church, and her brow furrows.

But that isn't where this tall woman's attention remains. No, her brown eyes turn to the woman sitting in the pew between her and Kurt, and the man up front.

Being who she is and what she does? Dani steps away from Kurt and walks to that pew. There she pauses, and turns, and walks the few paces down the space between that one and the next one up that it takes to reach her destination.

Dani Moonstar stops next to the redhead, and casually sits down beside her without so much as a by your leave. Close enough to touch, if she stretches out her hand, but no closer than that. There is enough space to fit a fully grown man between. Her voice comes, quiet in respect for the place she's in. "It will be alright," she says. "Things will work out."

Hellequin has posed:
Saint Margaret's church, in Bushwick, is known as a friendly place of devotion for mutants. Noone in the area would really be surprised to see all kinds of mutants, in all kinds of forms.

But the lone man by the altar, turning around towards the exit, knows nothing of mutants. At first, his eyes stop on Willow, the witch. The stare seems to want to bore into her soul, searching for something. For some reason, her life had been spared once. Rarely did someone have a second chance. Chances that she would recognize him in his mortal form are more than slim, and in any case, Hellequin took the precaution to cover his face, leaving only his eyes visible.

The BAMF announcing Kurt's arrival, accompanied with Dani, doesn't seem to surprise or scare him. The man /stares/ at the duo, but otherwise does not move. As Dani moves away from Kurt, the man's eyes momentarily follow her as she sits near the witch. Frowning lightly, the man considers this individual, wearing a sword, for a short moment, trying to perceive her nature.

Then his dark blue eyes return on Kurt, who, really, looks like the Devil's spawn. Hellequin's eyes only quickly glance towards the glass windows before returning on Kurt.

Then Hellequin can be heard, his low voice already tainted with his ethereal form that he can feel nearing. The voice resonates in the church, and Willow might be able to recognize it.

"VADE RETRO SATANA!"

Nightcrawler has posed:
It can be difficult, unless one can see the very essence of the person within, to tell good from evil. Appearances can be... inaccurate. There have been times when Kurt has been a victim to the inaccuracies the presumptions based on appearances can cause. Only once he has finished both the gesture and the words does Kurt look to his friend next to him, studying her for a brief moment.

His tail lightly, tipped with that devil's spade, swishes behind him, the movement a calm one. And he tilts his head a touch to one side as he watches her head down the aisle. That answers that! He tarries a moment, to see where she chooses to sit, and then he starts to make his way forward as well. His steps are peaceful and calm, and there is a slight slouch to his frame which is more the cause of physiology than anything else.

The stare that he is gifted with does nothing to phase him. He's been stared at before and by many different people with many different intents in their hearts. One of his eyebrows quirks slightly at the words spoken, and his pointed ears perk up a touch. That's something he hasn't heard in a little while. Apparently, it was time to visit that particular topic. Again.

"These words were first recorded in the fourteen hundreds. In Bavaria. The initials are engraved around crucifixes," Kurt says, his voice soft and only faintly accented with his native German. His gaze turns towards the crucifix, and there is a reverent incline of his made towards it. Then his gaze returns to the man at the alter. "I am German. That does not make me Satan," he adds, tilting his head a touch to one side. There is a slight flicker of humour to that last, because... well, he does have a sense of humour. "May the Holy Cross be my light. May the dragon never be my guide. Begone Satan. Never tempt me with your vanities. What you offer me is evil, drink the poison yourself," Kurt says, his tone solemn.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow does startle a bit. As she realizes the woman has sat down, and reassured her, she nods her head. "It usually does?" Then she turns, facing her, asking, "Could I be evil? I've been wondering for a couple of days now. I even came here to think.. Not that it has helped. I can't even say it's a holy place, because I don't believe in that, so I'd still come here if I were evil, right?"

She *was* going to ask the woman more when the man at the front of the church turned around (nothing to suspicious about that) and yelled "Begone Satan!".

Hellequin! She would know that voice anywhere. Especially because he had tried to kill her.

But who is he yelling at now? Oh.. The little blue man. He doesn't look very evil. But then again, neither did she, and she was questioning her whole life.

However, Kurt seem to be holding his own!

Moonstar has posed:
Dani Moonstar's nature is.. what one might call 'different'. There's a hint of the divine about her, but only a hint. Perhaps from another god than the Catholic God? The rest is very much 'other'. Dani is not a Catholic. She's not even a Christman in the vaguest sense of the word. And she very much is a mutant. And something else. Something other.

She nods to the redhead. "It usually does," she agrees, her voice gentle. "If you have never done anything evil, then no. You are not evil. And if you have, and truly repent, then you're no longer evil." She pauses, and a warm smile can just be seen within the confines of the hood. "Even if you don't believe, it's still a holy place. But, depends on the type of evil, I think. Only some would be affected by such a place. Others not. And great evil has been done through the years by those who believe in this sort of place."

Dani is momentarily distracted from the redhead by the shouting dude with the scarf. "Who are you calling satan?" Dani rises to her feet and reaches up to push the hood back off her face. That straight black hair matches her face, her skin coffee with cream, neither dark nor light, and exotic in that way that only the Cheyenne tend to be.

Midnight brown eyes that had looked kindly at the redhead moments ago, now look like they want to pierce the scarfed man's very soul. "Fanatics," she spits the word out with distaste, "Are those who kill the innocent people they should be trying to save." The disgust she views fanatics with is pretty well obvious in her tone, and said immediately after Kurt's words to the man.

For the moment, she stays next to the redhead. She knows Kurt can handle himself. "I'm Dani," she says, glancing to the woman she is now standing next to.

Hellequin has posed:
Minutes feel like eternity to the Hellequin. And if one knows about what eternity might feel like, he has a 800 years experience at it! His booming voice doesn't fill the church right away. He is /listening/, something he rarely does.

The conversation between Willow and Dani isn't lost to him. Why do people discuss Good and Evil, while it is so simple. Good-evil doesn't exist, nor does evil-good. Hellequin stares at Willow again, with that strange look in his eyes. A puzzled look, if any.

"Witch Willow," the man says. Why does he call her by her first name, hard to say. "I am not deaf." A phrase he once used around her. "My arm was held back, when I was ready to oblitarate your soul." And no more explanation is given, leaving it for consideration as to why the Hellequin didn't kill Willow as he intended. And what, or /who/ held back his vengeful arm?

Then the man snorts at Dani's comment about killing innocent. "You have your whole life to abide by God's laws. I am not your Saviour. I am your rightful due, I do not kill, I distrubute the penalty."

And finally, the man focuses his attention on Kurt again. "Devil's spawn, blashphemator, do not speak of God, you creature of the recesses of Hell, where I will send you back to!"

And the time is up! The sun is down. Finally, Hellequin raises his eyes to the heavens, falls on his knees and... POOF! He's gone. Or is he?

Nightcrawler has posed:
There is a glance that's given towards Dani, and the redheaded woman that she sits near. There's curiosity in his glowing yellow eyes, for those that can recognize it there. Or for those who can feel it in him. They're definitely not normal eyes, lacking pupils as they are. Yet his gaze slides to Dani, and he tilts his head a touch to one side, watching her. And a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. And he inclines his head towards her, appreciative of her words. Yet he knows what he looks like. It's not the first time the accusation has fallen upon his ears, and it won't likely be the last time.

Then his attention returns to the man at the altar, and he tilts his head slightly to one side. "I am not a blasphemer," Kurt says, one of his eyebrows quirking a touch. His tail gives a mild flick behind him. "I am also not the Devil's spawn. I will speak of God whenever and wherever I choose to, and you do not have power over me to make me stop. The Lord is my shepherd, and I shall continue to worship him for what is left of my days. God says, 'Don't fear, for I have redeemed you. I have called you by name, you are Mine.' God knows every sin I have committed, for I have confessed them all to Him. He has absolved me of their burden and I have served my penance for every last one," he says, a certain strength of belief within his words. He is a devout Catholic, and though he frequents St. Peter's most often of all, he come here often as well.

As God has written, so does Kurt do. His steps do not falter in the slightest. He walks up the aisle until he reaches the altar, and that is where he lowers himself to his knees. If the man is gone, then he is gone and so be it. But it would seem that Kurt will not allow his presence to prevent his worship.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"But I have done some that are kinda not okay?" She means Force Lighting which she found out Xander says (joking? but she didn't get that memo) wasn't ok."And I was going to help Superman by joining the enemy and copying the ritual for us?" Willow figured she would be a reasonable sacrifice, given her importance vs Superman's. Afterall, the whole world depends on the hope he gave them!

Then all around her there was chaos! Everyone was screaming at everyone. Screaming about who was going to who's h-e-double hockey sticks. Quietly, "I don't he's gone. He's a revenant. I looked him up."

Moonstar has posed:
Dani Moonstar just shakes her head at the man's words. "Nah, dude. You kill. Whether you consider it distributing the penalty or something else, in the end it's still the same thing. You're killing people. Perhaps you should ask yourself if all of those people deserved to die. Or were some of them good people who would have helped their communities had you not come along?" She's going off purely on his words here. She has no idea who he has and has not killed.

She is calm as she watches Kurt, but there's a certain almost palpable tension to her. Likely not for him, but for the Preaching one. She watches Kurt for a moment before her eyes turn back to the redhead. "Kinda not okay is not evil. Especially if you aren't doing those things anymore. Or are doing them to protect people."

As the man poof, disappears, Dani's expression takes on a grimness to it. She nods to the redhead. "He hasn't gone," she agrees. "I can still feel him." She glances to Kurt again. "If he tries anything, I'm going to nail him with one of my arrows."

Hellequin has posed:
There's a storm outside, the sound of rumbling thunder resonates in the small church. Those just passing by, and witnessing the tension inside, just turn around at the door. Their prayers will wait another day, as obviously the church is not a nice place to be at the moment. Stained glass windows vibrate now, the rumbling intensifying.

When it finally stops, a greyish cloud appears, slowly vanishing already, giving way to the form of an equally greyish horseman, hovering over the altar, the ethereal horse rearing up, ready for a good Hunt. The Hellequin is here.

"Willow," he announces in a booming voice, "I am not here for you. Your time is not up." And again, no explanation is given, but clearly something prevents the Hellequin from striking her. Nodding at Dani, he adds, "And you, do not intervene while I rid this world of another demon."

Such warning being uttered, the Hellequin then looks down at Kurt, still kneeling by the altar. Slowly, the ghostly figure reaches for the saddle, slowly raising a large halberd from its mount.

"Demon," he calls out to Kurt, "You cannot speak of God, while you are a devil's spawn. God created Men and Women, you do not even try to hide your true nature, the shape of a demon is the mark of Evil." And on that, the horseman starts in Kurt's direction, halberd ready to strike.

Nightcrawler has posed:
From where he kneels, Kurt looks up to the crucifix for a long moment. He has sinned. He has served penance. The words were truth and spoken sincerely. He turns his head, to look to Dani, his brow furrowing at the last of her words. "Please, Dani, do not do violence within the House of the Lord," Kurt says softly, a bit imploring, a bit pleading. This might not be her faith, but it is his.

His glowing yellow gaze turns towards the stained glass windows as they rattle in their frames, and he listens to the storm beginning outside. He bows his head and closes his eyes for a long moment, simply breathing, his tail fairly still behind him. It's with the huntman's words that he opens his eyes, looking to the floor first before he lifts his gaze to the ethereal horse and its rider. And he tilts his head a touch to one side.

"I have already told you, I am not a demon. If you will not believe me, if you are unwilling to see what good is within me that God Himself has not struck me down any of the many times that I have been within His House, then ask Him yourself. Let His hand guide yours. God is with me, always. Is He with you?" Kurt asks, his voice soft. He doesn't raise his voice, not here in God's House.

Then he turns his gaze away from both horse and rider, bowing his head, his ears tilted back a touch. He brings his hands together in front of him, in prayer. Then quietly and with solemnity, with true reverence for the words he speaks for he truly believes them and believes in them, he says, "Der Herr ist mein Hirte, ich werde nicht wollen. Er lässt mich auf grünen Weiden liegen; Er führt mich neben stillen Gewässern; Er stellt meine Seele wieder her. Er führt mich auf den richtigen Wegen um seines Namens willen. Obwohl ich durch das dunkelste Tal gehe, fürchte ich nichts Böses; Denn du bist bei mir; Deine Rute und dein Stab - sie trösten mich. Du bereitest einen Tisch vor mir vor meinen Feinden vor. Du salbst meinen Kopf mit Öl. Meine Tasse läuft über. Wahrlich, Güte und Barmherzigkeit werden mir alle Tage meines Lebens folgen. Und ich werde mein ganzes Leben lang im Haus des Herrn wohnen." And he's quiet for a moment before he adds, in heartfelt tones, "Dear God, if You have deemed this to be my last day, then so shall it be. I have lived all of the days that You gave me, as best I could. I have served You to the best of my ability, and I will die as Your servant. I am only a man, of mortal flesh and blood, but my soul is Yours."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow did think about that. She most certainly did *not* use force lighting for anything except to help others. And she didn't have to sacrifice herself for Superman - she'd found another way to help. She burnt the crisp out of the man in the end, though.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow Rosenberg says, "I guess so? But he" Hellequin "believe he's doing god's work? Like I am, except god doesn't have a place in what we do." Willow blushes down to the roots of her hair. "I guess it would be easier if I told you I'm in a group that helps clean up the streets from monsters." Plus a couple of other groups.. "He thinks, I think, that that other man is from.. um.. you know." She points to hell.

Of course he would have to bear down on Kurt! "He's good?" She means Kurt. Immediately she stands up, with her hands about to loose with lighting. They crackled and frissioned. "Leave him alone! Or I swear.." But to be fair, she didn't allow Dani either, unless Hellequin hit first."

Moonstar has posed:
Dani Moonstar glances up at the sound of thunder, but appears no more tense than she had before. Then again, given who she is, why would a storm, or thunder, frighten her? To Kurt, she considers, but neither agrees nor denies, remaining more or less neutral. "If he does no violence, I will do no violence." Her words are soft on that. Her eyes go back to the spot the man had disappeared. And stay there even as the grey horseman appears. "If you try to harm my friend or those under my protection, or the innocent, I will always intervene against the likes of you," she says firmly in reply to that warning not to intervene. Clearly, she's not going to listen to that!

She nods to the redhead. "Me too. In a group. The word you're looking for is hell. No. Probably Hell. And he's not. He's just from Germany. I know, they're not much different.." That last might well have been said specifically to tweak Kurt's nose. She nods. "He's good." She looks at Willow then, and the crackling and frissioning hands, and nods. "Only if he attacks." For once in her life, Dani is waiting. This, for her, is not normal!

Hellequin has posed:
The ethereal halberd isn't stopped in its forward movement, the violent clash of metal and... stone floor resonates in the church. How could the Hellequin miss a target, a so easy one at that, unmoving, like a sacrificial lamb waiting for the coup de grâce?

Then the horseman raises again above the altar, dismounting the horse, which vanishes, leaving the ghostly man hovering over there, the halberd now replaced by a large medieval sword. He's silent, his eyes never leaving Kurt, but for a short moment as he glances over at Willow and Dani, seemingly intent on protecting the blue devil. The Hellequin doesn't seem afraid, scared or even intimidated by the women. Would they try to hit him, he's confident that he could parry anything they could throw at him. Yup, he's certain of it. Which doesn't mean it's true.

If someone can detect his feeling now - yes, he does feel - it would be a mix of surprise, frustration and utter puzzlement. Was the intended blow a near miss, or a voluntary one to test Kurt's devotion?

"You," he states, his eyes on Kurt, "Who... what are you? Who is your master?" Asking such a question denotes that the Hellequin just experienced something strange to him, which gives him pause. The few times this happened over the ages, it usually called for a reevaluation of his /target/.

Nightcrawler has posed:
Appearances are not a reflection of the soul. Kurt is living proof of that. To be judged by his looks is not a new thing. It has happened time and again. He is aware of the conversation between the ladies who sit on the pew, but he doesn't look to them. Instead, his yellow eyes are closed. That Dani would fight on his behalf is no surprise to him. He's her friend, he expected it. But the woman he doesn't know, the redhead? Hearing her voice does bring a touch of surprise. While Kurt appreciates their willingness, he doesn't want them to have to fight for him, to have to fight to keep him safe. Especially in God's House.

He doesn't say anything, in the moment, to Dani's tease about where he's from. Later will have to do. He doesn't flinch, he doesn't move, he doesn't give any sign of being aware of the attacked aimed for him. Even his tail is relatively still, resting upon the floor near to him, somewhat curled around him. It is the clatter of the ethereal halberd hitting the stone floor of the church that draws him to open his eyes. He turns his head towards the one who had been wielding the weapon, and he faintly tilts his head to one side. And he was waiting for death to be dealt to him, ready for it to come. He has made his peace with God.

"God is my master and the One whom I serve, as I have said," Kurt says, a soft tone to his voice. "My name is Kurt Wagner. I am a mutant," he answers, inclining his head towards Hellequin in a polite manner. He is what he is, and for the most part, he has always owned who and what he is, regardless of the consequences.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Well. That was.. odd.

The scene was narrowed down on those two. Even Willow, as confused as she was, allowed the spells to dissipate. Whatever it was, it wasn't hers to interfere with. But it gave something to watch, and ponder about.

So far, he did not find him capable of killing truly good people. Well, truly devout people. Interesting.

Hellequin has posed:
Slowly, the Hellequin lowers down to floor level. Even from a closer distance, his facial features are hard to discern within the greyish hue that seems to engulf him. He could not reach Kurt from where he stands, is he keeping his distances? Or is he rather like a Hunter -which he is - studying a new type of prey?

Lowering the sword for now, it tips resting on the floor by his feet, almost the image of a knight of old days.

"What is a mute-ant?" he then asks in a low voice, the most seriously, not having understood the word correctly. "Do you pretend that you are God's creature, while you have the body of a demon?"

Nightcrawler has posed:
With glowing yellow eyes does Kurt watch the Hellequin lower to the floor. And he remains kneeling where he was with nary a sign of fear within him. His peace has been made, his soul is as clean as he can make it, and he is ready to die for God. He rests his rump upon his heels, lightly. He doesn't look to the sword, his gaze instead upon the wielder of it.

"A mutant is a person. A person whose genes are not quite like most others. That difference sometimes means that the person can do unusual or unexpected things, and it sometimes means that the person will look different," he says softly, a thoughtful tone to his voice. His hands settle, to rest upon his thighs. "This body you see, it is what those different genes have given me. I did not have a choice, the body that I was born with. I do not -pretend- to be God's creature. I -am- God's creature. God created me, made me who I am, and I worship Him for the life He has given me. I worship Him for His forgiveness and for cleansing me of my sins," Kurt says, a sense of serenity in the words. "The cover of a book does not offer much for what might be found within its pages," he adds.

Hellequin has posed:
The Hellequin listens, quite curious about this explanation. But God created men and women, and animals... not... this hybrid? That's it, Kurt must be a hybrid! And that can only mean one thing!

"Then you must be the fruit of an incubus, or a succubus," Hellequin replies, referring to the demons seducing humans and from which unholy unions can be born demons.

Remaining where he is, standing still and somewhat looking less menacingly, the Hellequin remains silent for a moment, as he must admit to himself that he has /no/ clue what Kurt is talking about.

"And pray tell, what are genes? Evil spores used by witches or sorcerers to spread diseases on the innocents?" It becomes clear that the Hellequin is not quite up to date when it comes to genetics!

Nightcrawler has posed:
Ah, but the world does not work in such absolute terms. Kurt raises an eyebrow slightly at the Hellequin's words, and then he shakes his head. "I am neither. There was no incubus or succubus which seduced my mother," he says, a small smile touching at the corners of his lips.

"Genes have nothing to do with evil. Genes are neither good nor evil, they simply are. Genes are genetic material. They make up what is called the DNA of every person, of every creature, of every animal, of every living thing. Genetics determine a great many things about a person. Hair colour, eye colour, short, tall, and so forth. They are very tiny things that exist within every cell of the body," he says, attempting to explain. And he gives another small shake of his head. "A mutation is not a disease. It does not need to be cured. When a mutation happens, it is simply a different kind of person. It does not change the fact that the outcome is a person. A person who looks a bit different, in my case. A person who can do fantastic and amazing things in many other cases. There are many gifts that a mutation can give, so very many. But I am still a person. Just a man. I will bleed if I am cut, and that blood is red, like other people. I live and I breathe and I can die, just like other people," he says softly. He's not a biologist or a scientist to have the most detailed explanation, but he does try.

Hellequin has posed:
Did the Hellequin just sigh? Or was it some sound coming from the outside? Tiny things in the body, what is this? So to him, Kurt is basically explaining how Mother Nature sometimes do strange things, or fails with her recipe.

Oddly, when Hennequin speaks again, his voice is less booming, almost human, and conveys an old accent. "So you tell me, that you are Mother Nature's mistake." He pauses, considering for a moment. "I have seen a two-headed hen once. We burned it alive, as it deserved. There is no Mother Nature."

Oh oh, so maybe mutants might be classified as "mistakes" now. The Hellequin then raises his sword, pointing at Kurt. And then... then he looks up at the heavens, closing his eyes.

"Sic erunt" (So it will be), he says, bowing his head. And then he vanishes, like a light summer fog pushed away by the breeze.