A Dead Heaven
1 comment | posted Sep 18
FADE IN:
EXT. FIELD %u2013 DAY
The field is a beautiful emerald color, with blades of grass swaying in a gentle breeze. A statue of an angel lies crumbled in the grass. In the distance, billows of black smoke can be seen obscuring the sky.
Lying in the field is a skinned corpse of an angel.
AZAZEL, 27, stands beside the statue and corpse, arms crossed over his chest. Burnt and charred wing bones jut from his shoulder blades.
He turns to look at BOTIS, 33, who stands, looking out at the smoke rising in the distance, lost in thought. He also has charred wings jutting from his shoulders.
AZAZEL
God is gone.
Botis nods his head and looks around, eyes the corpse and then turns his attention Azazel.
AZAZEL
Where is he now?
Botis closes his eyes, shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders. He opens his eyes.
Azazel kicks the corpse%u2019s head, causing it to roll over onto its back.
In the distance a cry rings out and then stops.
AZAZEL
Satan%u2019s not going to be happy.
Botis nods and runs a hand through his hair.
AZAZEL
How many angels escaped?
Botis closes his eyes and tilts his head up at the sky. His right hand rises to his chin and he taps his index finger on it. His eyes open.
BOTIS
Several million, but they shouldn%u2019t have anywhere to go but Earth.
Azazel nods as several hundred demons fly overhead, flapping their leathery wings, screeching and gnashing razor sharp, blood stained teeth.
AZAZEL
I can%u2019t believe God left everyone behind.
Botis shrugs and watches as the demons fly into a billow of smoke, vanishing from sight.
BOTIS
He is a coward.
Azazel turns to Botis.
AZAZEL
What of Christ?
Botis looks down at his feet and closes his eyes. He bites his bottom lip in concentration and then opens his eyes.
BOTIS
He has fled, though not with God. Though, he will make his appearance before the end.
Azazel looks around as a huge grin grows on his face.
AZAZEL
In any case, Heaven is ours now.
A tiny smile touches the tips of Botis%u2019s lips.
BOTIS
Yes, it is.
Azazel%u2019s grin falters, goes south just a bit.
Botis looks to him, noting the change in his expression.
AZAZEL
You know, I always thought this would be different.
Azazel looks to the sky, watching the smoke spreading. He looks back down at the angelic corpse and kicks it once again.
AZAZEL
I always thought that when we gained control of Heaven, there would be trumpets sounding and flower petals falling from the sky.
Azazel crosses his arms, slumps his shoulders and sighs.
AZAZEL
I thought it would be more dramatic.
Botis looks away from Azazel and down at the angelic corpse. He shakes his head.
BOTIS
Often our imagination precedes us.
Azazel uncrosses his arms and runs a hand through his hair.
AZAZEL
I guess. Do you believe there%u2019ll be any celebrations?
Botis hacks up a wad of phlegm and spits a black tarry substance onto the green grass. He closes his eyes. A second passes. He opens them.
BOTIS
No. God was not destroyed.
Azazel tilts his head the side, furrows his brow and raises his shoulders, confused.
AZAZEL
But Heaven is ours.
Botis shakes his head and turns to face Azazel.
Botis looks away and watches as another flock of flying demons soar through the air, screeching and thrusting spears into the air.
They pass through a wall of smoke and vanish.
BOTIS (cont%u2019d)
This place is empty. This victory is meaningless as long as God lives.
Azazel bends his knees and looks at the angelic corpse. He reaches out with his right hand and plucks a single, fog colored feather from the wing.
He twirls it this way, then that, examining it. Then his eyebrows rise in a sudden realization.
Botis looks down at him, watching as the twirling of the feather ceases and Azazel looks up at him with an awe struck expression.
AZAZEL
What will happen to the dead? Where will souls go now that the war is over?
Botis looks toward the billowing smoke and smiles.
Azazel stands up and looks down at the feather. He twirls it between his fingers, sighs and lets it drop to the ground.
Botis turns to look at Azazel and raises a brow.
EXT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE %u2013 NIGHT
It is a square building, with its many windows shattered. It is a drab place, lifeless and empty. A gutted car is parked out front, illuminated by the sepia colored cones of a street lamp.
INSERT: EARTH %u2013 PRESENT DAY
INT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT
A large room, filled with windows that are allowing sepia light to enter in square patches. There are long tables filling the area, covered with sheets. There are bottles and newspapers lying about.
In the center of the large room, a small blue fire burns.
ELOA, 23, sits with her knees pressed up to her chest, starring into the fire. Her face is wet from crying.
OTHEOS, 16, lies on his side, head resting in the palm of his hand. His eyes are closed.
TABRIS, 34, sits in Indian style, hands clasped together on his lap, starring into the fire.
ELOA
We have to do something. We can%u2019t stay here forever.
Otheos laughs and sits up, bringing his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them.
OTHEOS
And where should we go, sister?
Tabris looks away from the fire to Eloa.
ELOA
I don%u2019t know.
Eloa turns to look Tabris in the eyes.
ELOA (cont%u2019d)
You have any suggestions?
Tabris nods his head.
TABRIS
Maybe.
Otheos shakes his head with a disgusted laugh.
OTHEOS
Not the Second Elysium.
Tabris looks back to the fire and nods his head once.
TABRIS
The Lord may be there, waiting for us.
Otheos throws his head back and begins to laugh. Tabris and Eloa turn to look at him in surprise.
OTHEOS
He%u2019s not there. We wouldn%u2019t be here if he were. He would have sent for us.
Tabris looks away from Otheos and turns his attention to the fire and nods.
Eloa shakes her head and sits forward.
ELOA
Our siblings could be there.
Otheos spits into the fire, causing it to flash and crackle. The three stare at it in surprise. Otheos shakes his head.
OTHEOS
So could Satan.
Tabris gets to his feet as the other two watch him. He stretches and twists and looks down at Otheos.
TABRIS
No, the way is only known to us.
Otheos rolls on to his back with a groan and crosses his arms over his chest.
Eloa watches him.
ELOA
What now?
Tabris watches as Otheos sits up and shakes his head, watches as he runs a hand through his hair with a sigh.
OTHEOS
I watched several of our siblings switch sides when it became obvious God wasn%u2019t going to help.
A wind blows throughout the large room, unsettling dust and sheets. Newspapers are kicked up and swirled through the air.
The fire flickers, flickers, flickers and dies out.
One by one, the street lamps begin to go out, throwing the area into darkness.
As this is happening, Otheos jumps to his feet and begins to sniff at the air.
Tabris moves in slow circles, watching the lights go out, also sniffing at the air.
Eloa gets to her feet, looking around.
The final light goes out, throwing the entire room into absolute darkness.
Movement of feet can be heard, rustling, heavy breathing, and grunting.
TABRIS
We have to leave.
Rustling. The sound of mighty wings beating. It begins to fade, fade . . . gone.
Then darkness, silence.
NUT
They are gone.
One of the street lamps flicker on, illuminating the area further down the large room.
OSIRIS
That they are.
Another street lamp flickers on, growing closer to where the three angels were gathered around the fire.
NUT
They must be making their way to the Second Heaven.
Another light flickers on, closer.
OSIRIS
Satan plans to attack it very soon.
Another light flickers on, revealing the scorched floor where the angels were residing.
NUT
Then all is well.
Another light flickers on pass the scorched floor, revealing two silhouetted figures.
OSIRIS
No. Those in the Second Heaven will be expecting us.
Another light flickers on, illuminating the two figures.
OSIRIS, 31, stands with his arms crossed over his chest. His skin is the color of palm leaves and the bottom half of his body is wrapped in bandages, like a mummy.
NUT, 24, stand with her hands at her side, surveying the area. Her left eye is a tiny moon and her right is a burning yellow sun.
NUT
Everything comes with a price.
Osiris turns to Nut and smiles.
OSIRIS
And every price is worth the victory.
Nut nods and takes a few steps toward the scorched floor and kneels down, running a hand through the soot.
NUT
What now?
Osiris shrugs and looks around.
OSIRIS
Continue the search for more angels.
Nut stands and turns to face Osiris. Her sun eye flashes, illuminating the area.
NUT
And destroy them.
Her eye continues to grow brighter, blinding, turning everything into whiteness.
Nick [ JudoJoe ] Kohut says:
damn you are insane. we gotta film together some time.
posted Sep 19