[Long description: Jesse pulls her close enough to feel her breathing on her cheek. Redmond isn't blustering anymore. This is too close, too fast, too intimate, too forceful-- too unlike the Reverend. The confusion in Redmond's face is replaced by smallness, and then cold, quiet terror as Jesse leans in to kiss her.

Jesse: The black woods in autumn,

When your husband consigned your soul to me.

It's too late for Redmond. The devil's grip on her cheek is like a brand, like scalding iron. She can do nothing as Jesse seals her fate with a kiss. The nightmare goes up in flames around them. ]