Loved the movie - at least, the first two-thirds of it. Then it all went downhill. I hated the ending, so I had to take a crack at improving it.
No, I don't own it, just the dvd of the movie and a copy of the book (which made more sense).
The setting sun illuminating the ancient ruins were a candle in comparison to the unholy light that streamed through the opening Gate. Corso strode toward the the fire-blackened structure, satchel over his shoulder, squinting through his cracked glasses at the brightness. Deceptive, isn't it? he thought dispassionately. But Lucifer does mean "light-bearer".
He stopped about a meter behind the arcs traced in the dirt by the big double doors that stood wide, inviting him to enter. Beyond the portal, reality gave way to madness. The air shimmered, flames filled the void, but the temperature where Corso stood his ground was no different than it had been when he'd arrived. The sound emitted by the inferno was not the cozy crackle of a hearth or bonfire; it was an unearthly caccophony that managed at once to be shriek and hiss and the buzzing of a billion flies feasting on carrion.
Corso swallowed hard. He'd had plenty of time to decide on the way back from Spain what he had to do. Opening the satchel, he removed the nine engravings so many had paid for with their lives.
Crumpling the first sheet into a hard knot, he hurled it as hard as he could into the light beyond the doors. As it met the light, it flared with a bass roar of sound, and the image exploded, fifty feet -- a hundred feet tall -- backlit by the flames. A ripple of air danced against the back of his neck.
One by one, Corso consigned the pages to hell. As he did so, the breeze at his back grew stronger, as if drawing the pages in. The hanging man, the keeper of the keys and the rest -- they returned to the abyss and wrote themselves large upon its fiery canvas. He became aware of a figure, coming slowly closer, wreathed in tongues of fire. He held the last sheet in his hand. The figure was a few yards away...it was the girl. He could almost see her face as she beckoned to him.
Corso opened his hand, and the final engraving flew home. The image blazed against the inferno.
Then the wind died down. Slowly, the door began to close. Corso took another precautionary step back. He caught one last glimpse of her, shaking her head as the Gate closed.
Returning to his rented car, Corso guided the key into the ignition with hands that shook only a little. Although still unnerved by the sights he'd seen, he forced himself to drive away sedately and not to stomp down on the accelerator as soon as he reached the main road. There was no reason to drive as if the devil was pursuing him, after all...