Spawn (comics)

thumb|right|"I remember there was someone. Someone to love. Someone to hate. And I was something." (Spawn, Spawn #1) Spawn is a monthly comic book series published by Image Comics about a superhero/antihero. Created by Todd McFarlane, Spawn first appeared in Spawn #1 (May 1992). Quotes Issue 1 Spawn: I remember there was someone. Someone to love. Someone to hate. And I was something. Something special. And proud of it. For a time. Then they turned on me. He turned on me. I remember... dying. And her. Oh, God, she's so beautiful. I needed. He gave. I had to. All I could think of was her. So I promised, and he accepted. All because of her.<p>Damn his lies. He accepted the deal... on his terms. His rules. His ways. And somewhere in time, he bust a gut laughing. Opening monologue Issue 4 Malebolgia: Yes, Simmons, there is a God! For an atheist like yourself, that might be a shock. But with all you've been through, I'm sure it's not such a hard concept to follow. Call Him what you will. He is now your enemy! Issue 26 Gabrielle: War is coming. Sooner or later you're going to have to choose sides. Hell on Earth and Heaven on Earth are going to be equally as inhospitable to the people who currently inhabit Earth on Earth, if you follow me. And you don't want to get caught in the middle, do you? Issue 32 Mary: Our goal is to listen. To learn. We guide only those who ask, and even then they mustn't know it's us... for the human soul is salvation for all of us. Issue 37 The Freak: My friend, I've met with things more terrible than you upon my travels through this world of rot and starlight. In fact, it seems that we are fellow knights: brothers within this putrid, decadent domain of fly-blown shadows. I, sir, am a freak of nature, and proud to be called one. Put it there. Spawn: Uhh... most people call me The Spawn. It'll do, I guess. Issue 51 Lord of the Fourth Sphere: The sins of man. They're here. I can see them. A mugging over there, some raping, cheating and abuse in that corner... it's quite lovely. Spawn: I don't care about your friggin' hallucinations. Lord of the Fourth Sphere: How dare you?! What's here is real. Very real. And it all comes from you, the humans. Your capacity for evil created these horrific conditions that are recreated here. ... That's what this place is—a holding tank for dark emotions. Issue 52 Spawn: People—hear me! This man has done nothing wrong. To persecute him would be wrong. Free him now. You must learn to turn the other cheek. Crowd: No! No! Narration: The crowd flies into a frenzy. ... Never would the holy leader give such a demeaning order as, "forgive." Issue 53 Malebolgia: Sin. Evil. They wear many forms. So do their masters. Shadows were created in Hell. Their tendrils encroach on God's light, and creep through to Earth. How can you possible kill that which is everywhere at once? I live in all you see. In all shapes. From the lowly insects. To the beasts. And to the place that welcomes me most of all: the heart of man. Malebolgia: And as for your soul, it's already mine... so you've nothing left to barter. Spawn: Yes, I do. My loyalty. You don't control that. I've taken your powers, your costume, and whatever it is I've become, but you still don't control me. You just own me. That's all. My mind's still free, and I reject all of this. You've failed, Malebolgia. God's laughing at you. Issue 69 Cogliostro: Please. Spare me your innocent act. I've known for a long time of your presence here on Earth. Bootsy? Isn't that the name you go by now? Well, I applaud your success in fitting in so effortlessly with the humans... but you had to know I'd be aware of your surveillance duty. Heaven can't be that foolish, can it? Bootsy: It's not. But I must still adhere to my orders. Issue 72 Wolfram: Why so hostile, Spawn? You and me, we're cut from the same rotten cloth. Spawn: I am nothing like you. Wolfram: Undead, cursed to walk the earth, skulking in the shadows? None of that rings a bell? Guess I got the wrong guy. Issue 75 The Keeper: Mr. Simmons, I presume. Spawn: Who are you? The Keeper: I am called the Keeper, a child of the Greenworld. I speak for the Emerald Parliament. ... Spawn: What do you want with me? The Keeper: That remains to be decided. ... This silly, childish war between Heaven and Hell does not concern us. That you have chosen our Lady as the site of your battle does. Cogliostro: What are you doing? Bootsy: Sacrificing for another. Something you wouldn't understand. Issue 84 Spawn: Are you under the impression that I'm human? Twitch: Well, of course you are. Maybe not psychologically. But essentially. Underneath it all, you're a man, just as I am. You must be. If not, what is the point of your struggle? Spawn? Spawn? Spawn: Point taken, Twitch. Issue 86 Spawn: So what do I do? Al Simmon's Ghost: That's your problem. But maybe you can start by being your own man. Pick a side already. Or, hell, quit! Who says you have to play their reindeer games, anyway? Attack, retreat. Regroup and re-evaluate. Anything but surrender. Anything but what you're doing. Issue 87 Ethan Crone: Please. I'm begging you. Just tell me the truth. That's all I want. Cogliostro: The truth? Very well, I'll tell you. But I don't think you'll like it. Funny thing about life: the truth is almost never what you hoped it would be. Issue 88 Cogliostro: To be honest, I wasn't sure he had it in him. But I say, good for him. Bravo, Spawn! It's about time someone taught you arrogant tossers a lesson, shook you up a bit. Epiphani: Do not make light of the situation. We are talking about an enormously delicate balance of power. We are talking about the will of God! Cogliostro: Well, perhaps the will of God isn't quite what it used to be. Issue 89 Mammon: "And the sun turned as black as sackcloth, and the oceans churned with blood. And all throughout the nations of men, there was great wailing and gnashing of teeth." Oh, I think I quite liked that. Spawn: Who are you? Mammon: I don't think there's any need for introductions, do you? Mammon: I am older than man. I am older than this pathetic dirt clod we are standing on. I am older than time. There is nothing in your tiny "experience" that could possibly lend you the proper perspective as to what you are dealing with. You are quite out of your league, boy. You made a deal, and we expect you to honor it. Spawn: I'm not afraid of Malebolgia and I'm not afraid of you. Mammon: Then you are a fool. Mammon: Are you smirking under that mask? Do you think this is funny? Look around you. This is the history of your kind. Ten thousand generations of hellspawn, all bound forever in the chains of hell. Each one sure they could somehow escape their fate, and every one was wrong. Do you really think you're that special? Issue 91 Mark: I want you to remember something. You failed because you are weak. The strong prey on the weak. It is the oldest law in creation. It is the only sacred truth left in this world. This world is a will to power, and nothing else! Demon-possessed boy: "This world and its shadows belong to me." Isn't that what you said, Simmonnz? But even the shadows have eyes, the darkness ears to hear and voice to whisper. You have been very busy, Simmmonz. Don't think we haven't noticed. ... There will be a reckoning. In the end, you will not be able to hide from ussszz... Spawn: I'm not hiding. ... And stop calling me "Simmons". Mark: "In Xanadu did Kubla Khan / A stately pleasure-dome decree: / Where Alph, the sacred river, ran / Through caverns measureless to man / Down to a sunless sea." Renee: Huh? Mark: 's a poem. This dude, Coleridge, woke up from a laudanum dream and had this whole friggin' poem in his head. He goes to write it down, but he gets interrupted. Poof. He lost it. Tried the rest of his life, but he could never, ever finish it. Seize the moment, baby. You never know if it's coming back again. Issue 92 Spawn: You don't know what you're asking. You can't possibly comprehend what it means to trade with Hell. Mark: Yeah, well, why don't you let me worry about that. Spawn: No. You must understand what you are bargaining for. I was denied that right. I won't deny it to you. Mark: So, this is the part where you try to talk me out of my foolish ways? Scared straight, is that it? Save your breath. I'm not some dabbling goth-boy wannabe. I was born for this. I was practicing the craft before I knew there was a name for it, reading Crowley when other kids were reading Dr. Seuss. Issue 96 Abbadon: I'm going to try and keep this simple. You know all the basics, right? Heaven, Hell, eternal war for the souls of humanity, blah, blah, blah. But, thing is, there's rules, 'cause... well, there just are. Spheres of influence. Rules of engagement. Neither side can make a major move without a proportional response from the other. Little stuff is cool. Minor miracles, the odd possession... but with the big stuff, we're talking trouble. Zabraxas: Cosmic cold war. I can dig it. Issue 97 Spawn: Angela...? Angela: Listen closely: everything you have ever been told is a lie... Spawn: What? Angela: I'm kidding. I always wanted to say that. Oh, the look on your face. Abbadon: I'd keep my mouth shut, if I were you. This is all your fault. I had everything under control— Zabraxas: I could tell you had. "Please Angela... please don't hurt me..." Had her right where you wanted her. Abbadon: I was... I was laying a trap for her. Waiting for the right moment to pounce. Zabraxas: That's what I figured. The way you were curled up in a ball on the ground. "Now, when's he going to pounce," I kept wondering. Abbadon: Just shut up, okay? Issue 100 Mammon: There, there, old boy. Having a bad day? ... I have to admit, Malebolgia, I'm rather impressed. Who'd have guessed that you would be so... cunning? You've always been such a clumsy, obvious sort. Blood oaths and butchery. Still, you gambled everything. And you lost. Time to pay the piper. Malebolgia: And you think you're here to collect? Mammon: Perhaps. Malebolgia: You are out of bounds. This is still my realm. Malebolgia: We become the things we hate. Did you not know that? Destroy me and you will become me. Are you prepared to do that? To take my place? I don't believe you are. Issue 101 Spawn: Heaven. Hell. The Bible. None of those fairy tales has it right. And the religions?! They've got the whole friggin' world suckered into some delusion or other.<p>More than that, there isn't a good side. They're both the same. ... Every soul goes in one pool, you see, and they alternate picks. Fifty–fifty, right down the middle, like some twisted, insane sports draft. First Heaven, then Hell. Then Heaven. Then Hell. Back and forth. Obviously, neither side gets a numbers advantage that way.<p>You know what the thing is that tips the scales? It's quality. Who's better at war. Whose soul can fight with more savagery.<p>Your Heaven needs the ruthless as much as Hell does. ... They just put a different spin on it. Rosemary Blake: I know that religion is full of holes. That everything can't be explained. So what's my choice? To toss that aside for your so-called truth? No! If Cyan was to be hit by a car tomorrow, God forbid, and died... I'd have two choices. Either believe in nothing and accept that she'll be nothing but maggot food, rotting away in some pine box... or I can hope that she is being comforted by some spirit who's keeping watch over her until someone she loves can join her for all eternity. So, excuse me for being weak. I call it being human. We all need something to cling to, Al. So I chose God. With all my heart. And I won't let you take that from me. ... Spawn: I'm so sorry, Granny. I know what I've seen. Issue 107 Simon: I warned the council about you. About your kind. There's no room for rogues. For fence sitters. You've proved me right. Beasts like you, out for your own appetites. You have no code. Wolfram: Hell with your code. Things have changed, boyo. Different game now, or haven't you heard? Simon: No. The stakes may have changed, but the game's still the same. Issue 108 Twitch: I always thought Christianity was a pretty vulgar concept. Utterly irrational, two steps removed from voodoo. All emotion, no reason. But in the last few days, I realized what really bothers me, what really makes me uneasy about it. Sam: Which is? Twitch: I could never believe in a God who would sacrifice His own son. Sam: Mysterious ways, my friend. Mysterious ways. Twitch: All-knowing, all-powerful, yet He lets some self-righteous peasants nail His kid to a tree. I tell you, if I were God, I'd let the whole of humanity rot before I'd let them harm a hair on my child's head. I could never respect a God who wouldn't do the same. Issue 119 Violator: &lbrack;to Cain&rbrack; Kin-slayer... first-of-killers... you sad, quivering little lump of shit. We have been waiting a very, very long time for you. I never thought you'd have the balls to come here. Look upon your works, old man... and despair... External links Category:Fantasy comics