(follows Utakata)
Mab and Titania drink coffee while fairies fix the fallen gate, speaking to the camera as though interrupted.
Mab
- "The apocalypse ? Oh that already happened." Sips her coffee. "I
think that was in ..." Looks at Titania, "was it 2006 ?"
Titania
- "Oh ! Six or seven I think. Remember there were all those floods
... and earthquakes ... the headlines were like ... '! Blood Everywhere !' " She
sips. "It may have been eight."
Mab - "Yes ! That's the one. And all their economies crashed while they all had nightmares about the dead ... Hilarious."
Titania - "I'd never seen so many men cry at once before." She sips. "Until now of course and you know I usually hate that ..."
Mab - "Makes me want to punch dolphins ..."
Titania - Stares shocked, "Me too ..."
Mab - "But I couldn't stop laughing !" Making a burly-man voice, "Where's all mah money at ?!"
Titania - "All day long ! Cry cry cry. Like rain on the lilies. Too bad about all the humans though ..."
Mab - "Yes ..." Looks to the side and takes a sip. "Well anyway God just packed up 144,000 of them He liked from the storms and then left ! So as for the rest of you ..."
They look to the camera.
Titania - Breaks out laughing, "Does anyone even know who's in charge any more ?!"
Mab - Splashing coffee with a shaking giggle, "No idea !"
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Michael hangs chained to the wall, sword pinned and grinning at Yaltabaoth.
Michael
- "Who's watching the gate ?" He spits his blood in Yaldy's face before another hard strike
across his own. "Who's on the throne ?" He starts to laugh loud, all pain forgotten.
~ the historical Sisterhood ships sail ~
~ 2006 ~
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(Historical) The Spanish armada sail near a small close shore island, it's presence announced by a call from island trees, firing angles.
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Walking feet, down the row as they walk the backs turning.
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Morgan's fleet fires on the Spanish armada arced over the small island.
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Turning away not to see, down the view to the throne at the end of the hall sitting empty. Four wicked smiles and nods.
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Masts are torn by the waves of chain shot, sending a few into collision, control halved in the rough shore-near waters.
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Michael laughs as Yaltabaoth senses danger. He strikes Michael hard again before storming away.
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The armada falls to chaos.
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Four walk fast toward the throne, backs turning before them down the row.
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Morgan's small fleet turns the isle, prepping cannon walls.
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Yaltabaoth walks fast from the torture room.
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The armada struggles to turn in panic as Morgan's turn their sides, preparing cannon.
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Yaltabaoth enters the throne room and sees Eve on the throne smiling, angels backs all turned before nameless smashes a bottle of merlot across his face.
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The armada helplessly destroyed.
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Yaltabaoth is essentially street mugged and curb stomped while Eve watches.
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Morgan's fleet crashes through the sinking wreckage, shooting survivors.
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Nameless rips into Yaltabaoth's chest and pulls a sphere from it, the island inside, then watched Yaltabaoth die, face close.
He turns and leaves with the three and the sphere. The throne left empty, as the angels begin turning back after they pass, spears at ready, staring only forward.
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The three ships sail.
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Voiced over the fade to dark.
Pipsiveya - "It was called 'First Realm'."
Shakespeare - "They say when the universe made it's first choice."
Echoing in the dark - "To be."
Germain - "There were two paths forged, ever splitting into infinity, all branching from a single point. The heart of free will. Magic. Is free will. They are inseparable."
Trails woven to shapes and worlds, from atomic structure shown chaotic.
Dee - "The option of course can only be ... non-existence."
It cascades back into darkness, black wood over the coffin of the queens funerary procession.
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Pipsiveya - Voiced over, "And their armies marched the hells and opened them, annexing them all beneath it's own caverns and mists, all under their own one law. 'No cages.' "
Sweeping beneath and through networked tunnel complexes.
Nameless - In flames with sword pointed, "You are forgiven your crimes and we will defend your honor, but if you continue to do harm, it is by our honor we must kill you. Do You Seek Sanctuary ?"
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"And so became it's name, 'Sanctuary', as they called it one after the next, or died there and then. Then more did hear it and more did come. Freely choosing to be, and to be free."
The marketplace traffic before the open gates, the land inside populated and lively.
"Some say even God wanders it's anonymous freedoms, to enjoy a day buying fruit and baubles with money earned sweeping a floor, they say, they say ..."
The market filled with dirty cloaks.
"They say so many things."
~ The Profane Tales ~
Past the market and through the open gates to the view of Sanctuary in peace, then into the darkness of a cave beneath the falls.
Pipsiveya - Voiced after silence and dark, "But first I have to ask. Do you believe in ghosts ?"
(0:44) Armored feet appear in smoke, walking in long file toward the building.
The armor is decorous, as for a mythic ambassador's guard in red over black. At the lead, the scribe (Aedera) carries her notes in a pad over her left arm, a quill in her right, flanked by banner carriers at the lead, plain black in red trim.
(1:42) They pass unseen through the people of the day, causing a casual wave of discomfort in their wake as the march through the capitol doors without opening.
(2:05) The soldiers draw and open fire, noting the hissing leaders in the corners. Their weapons appear to fuzz out regions of the demons' bodies painfully before reforming, repeated hits being more extreme.
The beasts begin fleeing through the walls in puffs of smoke, screaming their pains as Aedera descends the middle steps for the podium amid the chaos.
The room shows a mild discomfort and confusion from the living as their parasites are torn from them, continuing on with a stutter as Aedera reaches the center, the speaker moves a bit to the side blindly.
She looks around the gabbling room, taking notes then placing her quill on the pad. She raises her free hand, a flaming sword arises from a forefinger.
Beautiful but nearly as disturbing as the beasts as they stroke the old men's hair looking with looks to one another. Aedera resumes her quill, looking around and noting, before leading the guard out of the cleared room.
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(2:51) In the Vatican courtyard, nameless fights beasts with Apex and Angels waging fiery beasts in the sky, the Ezekiel machine pulls its self from the ground (song ~ 'I don't need your war machines').
(3:07) Aedera appears in a flash, followed by her guard, marching toward the capitol.
Airships hover over swarms of large fliers, firing and dropping more soldiers, catch the backs of the beasts where they can beneath, plunging swords through and dissipating them into the smoke.
(3:30) To the smoke from the forge rising as metals are pounded by the workers. Bullets and blades, slabs of plating are poured from vats mixed by Lazarus at the base of the tree in Sanctuary before a waiting field of endless soldiers.
Lined up and disappearing with the smoke as received.
Up the tree where Lucretia tracks over the maps, connecting networks as the view passes then through wire and signal to a businessman screaming on a cell (yelling it into his phone, "You're no good for me ! I'm no good for you !") and then the call dropped.
He looks annoyed at the no battery life and walks into the building. He pockets the cell mad, his feet walk down the halls to the stock exchange with the rest, past a dirty cloak shining shoes with a grin.
Into the trading room where soldiers fight demons, whispers mixed with the encircling crowd waiting, the traders yelling panicked decisions as numbers begin to drop, the man off the phone looks up at the falling numbers in horror.
(4:34) View back fast outside the doors into full battles, city crawling with an established biosphere leeching from our own, as Sanctuary's invading army ports in full line and row after the next.
Airships gate in over fantasy beasts, carrier dinosaurs kicking their feet to the side with the blasts of the song's horns, ice age monsters bearing mad riders charging the demonic holdouts.
Viewing the entire city, our normal sights fade to the crawling battles across it's entire map, people buried beneath unseen in the battles, feeling their strange gusts and discomforts.