OUR POINT OF VIEW OPENS ON A MURAL
Colorful, faded, looks a thousand years old, but done by a
post-modern artist. As we MOVE across the mural, images come
to life, animate and play out the action over a YOUNG WOMAN’S
VOICE. This is CLAIRE and we’ll meet her soon enough.
We focus on the drawing of a SINGLE EYE. It slowly blinks.
It used to be said that if God
didn’t exist... mankind would need
to invent him. In the end, we
didn’t need to do anything. He was
real. And twenty five years ago he
The EYE BLINKS again and stays closed, becoming a single line
that dissipates like dust being blown away by a strong wind.
No one knows when HE lost faith in
us, or why, but looking back at
that time it’s not hard to see the
many possible reasons.
We then see what looks like the Roman God of War, GABRIEL the
Archangel, swoop down fiery, angry, deadly. The Archangel
MICHAEL, beautiful, heroic, epic meets him in battle.
In HIS absence, a civil war broke
out amongst his angels over the
fate of mankind, driven by those of
them who despised Man and felt that
he had been unjustly elevated above
We focus on each ARCHANGEL as they BATTLE...
Gabriel, the Archangel of death,
led this war. Michael, the
greatest of all Archangels, fought
him. These warring angels brought
their fight to earth in a great
EARTH, blue and green, burns... swirling around it are
frightening ANGELIC WRAITHS that look like the Ark Ghosts
from RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK.
Sides were drawn, the entire lower
rank of angels joining Gabriel.
Unlike Archangels, Gabriel’s lower
angels, “the Dogs of Heaven,” were
lesser spirits without a physical
form. They could not visit earth
without a body so the angels’ first
line of attack was to steal ours...
they seized control of our bodies,
killing us from within, turning
brother against brother, husband
against wife, mother against son.
The mural artwork continues to come to life, showing images
of human beings being possessed and transformed: mouths full
of jagged teeth, distended limbs, hands with razor sharp
talons and jet black eyes. Rampaging and killing.
Most of humanity were either killed
or possessed in the first weeks of
the “Extermination War”, while the
remaining few had the strength of
spirit to fight off possession.
These survivors mobilized, pulling
back into fortified cities, and
fought the angels to a standstill
across what is now called the Rysen
Line, after the great General who
led the battle. My father.
A LINE runs across a map of the US, specifically the western
states. The rest of the map shrivels and forms into an
ANGELIC BABY, a perfect Cherub...
Then came whispers of a chosen
child who would grow up to lead
mankind out of darkness and war.
His legend quickly spread, giving
humanity hope, a reason to fight
back... and the angels hated it.
They sought to find and destroy
this “chosen” baby, strengthening
our resolve even more. It is said
that Michael acted alone, saved the
child, and took the baby into
The Archangel Michael swoops down and takes the baby away...
Ten years ago, the war as we knew
it, ended. For a time, small bands
of angels continued to attack our
city, but their numbers dwindled
until they disappeared altogether.
Gabriel has not been seen since.
The Archangel Gabriel and his possessed recede, pull back and
change into swirling black ink...