The fourth volume of the best-selling saga by Pat Mills, the Godfather of British comics and creator of DC Comic's subversive Marshal Law. Requiem faces the savagery of the Werewolf Torquemada (Down, boy!).
Rebecca, Requiem's great love on Earth, finally comes face to face with the Vampire who destroyed her when she was alive. It doesn't go well.
Black Sabbat (nasty piece of work, was Aleister Crowley on Earth) enters into a conspiracy against Dracula with the Arch Hierophant (possibly theCraziest Person on Resurrection, and that's saying somehting), leader of the Archaeologists, who bury progress on Resurrection.
As if that weren't enough, Dracula launches his latest secret weapon onto the battlefield against the rebels - led by Sean, who also meets his old Nemesis from Earth - Claudia.
Events reach a climax at the Vampires Ball as Requiem risks all for the sake of Rebecca.
It's like a beautiful love story. With blood, torture, amazing weapons, sexy costumes and chains.
Pat Mills, born in 1949 and nicknamed 'the godfather of British comics', is a comics writer and editor who, along with John Wagner, revitalised British boys comics in the 1970s, and has remained a leading light in British comics ever since.
His comics are notable for their violence and anti-authoritarianism. He is best known for creating 2000 AD and playing a major part in the development of Judge Dredd.
Bah bravo c’est encore très bon, on approfondit la relation entre Heindrich et Rebecca et c’edt pas pour me déplaire, la planche finale est sans commune mesure ma préférée jusqu’à maintenant. Pressé de decouvrir la suite
Toujours aussi outrancières, les histoires de Requiem. On voit cette fois-ci des loups-garous infectement Méchants combattre des vampires tout aussi méchants (mais se faire ensuite éclater par des berserkers franchement dingues de violence). Un des trucs les plus rigolos dans cette série au scénario pitoyable, qui est d'ailleurs bien visible dans ce tome, c'est l'alternance entre une violence totallement folle et des espèces de scènes de cour un peu dévoyées, où les gens se baladent masqués, dragouillent et pelottent un chouïa, avant de retourner s'entre-étriper.