~ two

Anael - Walking them to the park, "We're just too old for this you know ?  Our ways ... we're too far gone for this world ... and you know I think we do more harm just being here than good."

Michael - "You know these streets will fall apart without us."

Raphael - "They divi your territory as we speak."

Anael - "Maybe they should.  They're gonna fight, and die, until one stands.  Just like it was with us.  It's the world we created.  What we were created for."

Tzadkiel - Watching the sunrise, "Created for war.  But we chose to be more."

Anael - "I know you feel that way brother.  Always so naive ... it's because you're the youngest."  Draws and shoots him in the back of the head. 

~ Gabrielle shrieks in her tower as the world turns.

The helicopters rise the city's horizon with the sun, passers-by are turned away as the park is sectioned and isolated, a sacrificial pit.

~ They open on Anael, dropping him.

The torches light in the perimeter, ground opening all around awaiting them, helicopter chain-guns begin their spin before shoot.

Sachiel - Looking down at the last of Anael, "Why."

Anael - Through death's stutter, "The real world ... needs angels.  But I wasn't going let you ... stupid fucks ... die alone.  I love you guys."  Death.

~ Three flames ignite triangulating the field, a burning circle created point to point from them.

Raphael - Watching the flames rise, "Tzadkiel was the only one of us who could have stopped this."

Michael - "Rap.  Exactly what was was that tip ?"

Raphael - Watching the helicopters against the sunrise, "After betrayal, the fallen will descend upon the world, to wreak havoc upon it, until blood's chalice is full."

Sachiel - "You know Michael, some days I appreciate you.  Fuck it.  Let's just kill them all."

Raphael - "Let death's cup runneth over."

Samael - "And if we should die forgotten by man ... "

Michael - "May they never know our pain."

"Amen."

('I hate Myself for Loving You' by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts)

Around the city the urban parts containing everyone before a screen, computer, television, movie theaters etcetera, start shifting until they surround the forming arena.  

In every way to represent the actual audience gathering for a finale, the pale suited man centered as a caesar in judgement.

The soldiers unload into the ring surrounding the angels, APC readying their guns and unloading more of their own while above the hover-assault craft begin to swarm.

The land grows green around Sachiel, vines reaching to tangle the oncoming while the sky grows dark with storm.  Samael drops his guns from his fiercely glowing hands, tight grips clutching growing balls of light.  

Michael strips all gun from his sword and lights it afire.  A bell from near town center sounds deep throughout with a gust as Gabrielle descends.

Gabrielle - "With you."

Michael - "Grateful."

The pale suit in his chair - "Execute."

(the attack through the song, until ... )

('Intergalactic Bells' remix by DJ GoodStuffSon)

 

One by one the angels fall, many more aggressors with them, the bell sounding each time. 

~ The spinning pieces in the city more clearly forming a massive giant in golden armor, the city around more and more any one of our world, fiery gaps closing as the world locks with deep clangs. 

Over the screen 'X O' static in and out like a struggling heartbeat, the creation begins walking forward, dragging a great sword.

Sachiel roars as he falls into trees bleeding out vine-works near making a woods, Gabrielle falls screaming from the sky.

Gabrielle - She looks to Michael's fading eyes, "We did it."  A quivering smile, he sees the creation then dies.  She plunges the blade through her chest with the last bell sound.

~ What's forming of a face grins metalic.

 

~ X O ~

(a heart flickers around it)

With the deepest intonation striking out as a storm, "Word."  

An explosion across the world, disintegrating the pale suit.  The angels rise limp, recreating as like Gabrielle, winged before fading away with the heavy gusts.

As the creation walks reforming its last toward the center of the city, the last of changes forming the tower into a throne.  The last of it could be any normal city, likely to be filmed in New York.

Formalda leave her job working late at the bank (see Midwich Ops).

 

Buildings by perspective point become like a man on a throne as she passes, then to just a normal skyline.  Past a bush who's branches become Sachiel by the same changing perspective, a flock of twisting starlings, an angel in the clouds. 

 

None of which should be shot heavy handed, just there to be noticed as she walks.  She find the ticket on her shitty (not space) truck, "Fuck !"

 

While Nunya pretty much cock worships through the credits, mixed with shots of the cast and crew at a shitty theme park.

"Love yeah ?  It's a beautiful thing."

 

~ after credit ~

~ Mary at the suburban home, neighbors as normal neighbors are in the world, pregnant and loading her rifle, tears dripping, "I will never forget you."