Warning - I was stuck in a hotel with a bottle of wine and a laptop when I wrote this. So be gentle!
Notes for the artist ( spoilers! )
There is more than one version of what happens with the second coming/Armageddon etc.. So apologies to anyone I offend by getting it wrong in advance. Never let the truth get in the way of a good story…
The Rapture has happened – by which I mean that those judged worthy have been taken off to be with God. Those that remain are in the “millennium” – which is basically a thousand years of “peace” before the devil finally gets put to bed.
The “Peace” however is enforced by means of an Angelic Police state, with the Earth broken down into regions given over to various angelic entities to rule.
By definition, anyone left on Earth was not fully worthy to be with God and hence are viewed with contempt by their angelic overlords.
For the sake of variety this particular story is set in what was once known as the United Kingdom, London.
Our Agents of the Lord ( armoured human storm troopers ) wear full armour combining an angelic/fascist theme. And most importantly wear a full helmet that conceals their features completely. We’ve got guns, but a preponderance for swords would not go amiss.
Capitalism is somewhat dead - So while people still need to survive - luxuries are out. very drab/simple clothing and cheap ass furniture....
An armoured boot is kicking in a flimsy tenement door. The wood splintering easily.
We see armoured storm troopers of the Angelic Guard bursting into a cheap apartment. A young black woman in the apartment is running towards a crib while her partner is being smacked down by one of the storm troopers ( Captain Allison – so we need something distinctive about his armour to highlight his rank ).
SFX( on the smackdown): Thud
The woman cowers, sheltering her baby, as two storm troopers take up station by the apartment door. Captain Allison is advancing on the woman.
Woman: Not my baby. Please not my baby.
Captain Allison: It’s too late for that now. If you’d registered the birth this could have waited a few more years.
All of the storm troopers are kneeling as the Angel Asendis materialises in the room. Asendis is a figure of blinding light and quite indistinct. The woman is shielding her eyes.
Asendis: Amy Curtis you sought to keep your child from Communion.
Woman(small): No no no no not my baby.
Asendis looms over the woman, she is being blinded by the light.
Asendis: The Rapture is past woman and while the unworthy may be exempt. The innocent are not.
The glowing hand of Asendis is gently laid upon the baby’s head. The baby’s eyes are glowing with angelic light.
Asendis. Free will has served its purpose. Now it is time for your child’s soul to Commune in service to Lord Uriel.
Some time has past, Asendis has gone and the Storm troopers are leaving. The woman and her battered partner are huddled on the floor over the baby. The baby’s eyes are still glowing.
Captain Allison is waiting by the door as the others leave, watching the couple.
We’re inside Captain Allison’s helmet and can see his expression is one of sadness and remorse as he watches them. He is a haggard/tired looking man, haunted by what he does and what he has become.
Captain Allison is handing the woman’s partner a card. The partner is surprised, the woman resentful. If we can see the child, it is perfectly happy but still has glowing eyes.
Captain Allison: Here. This is a number for a carpenter. He’ll fix your door. No charge.
Allison is emerging from the apartment to be confronted by a very pretty man in a suit. The man is unsmiling and looks the perfect image of corporate evil.
Man: Your compassion speaks well of you Captain.
Allison: My Lord!
Man: Do you have doubts Captain?
Captain Allison kneels quivering before the unrelenting stare of disapproval he is getting.
Allison: Of course my Lord. I was judged unworthy to ascend with the faithful because of my doubt.
Man: I meant Communion. Do you doubt the Lord Uriel’s will in this matter?
Captain Allison is kneeling even lower before the man, the man almost disinterested is turning away.
Captain Allison: Lord Uriel has been given dominion. I can doubt nothing.
Man: Well spoken. It is a shame not all of his brothers have your “faith” Captain. The day draws near when the accounting of the new faithful will be done. Then they will rue his wisdom.
Man: With that in mind we need to speak about accelerating the schedule.
We’re inside Allison’s helmet again, surprise and hope on his features as what was said settles in.
Allison(small): not all?
Allison: Of course my Lord.
Captain Allison in civvies in entering a small apartment, his body language is furtive.
Allison(small): It's me.
A small girl rushes towards Allison arms wide and a big smile. A worried woman, Allison’s wife is watching with a small smile.
Allison is gently directing the little girl to her toys while giving his wife a worried glance. His wife is shocked.
Allison: Now you play there for a few minutes while Mammy and Daddy talk.
Allison: Asendis is moving up the schedule.
Captain Allison is holding his wife explaining as she instinctively moves towards their daughter. His wife is very distraught.
Wife: You told me we had time. Time to find somewhere to take her. Time before…
Allison: We have somewhere to take her now. Not all of the The Arch lords practise Communion.
He is reassuring his wife, the little girl plays behind them.
Allison: It’s true. Not all of them do it. Asendis let it slip today.
Wife: Then why do it at all?
He looks tired and worried again, but still has hope. His wife feeling the hope too.
Allison: The more “faithful” they deliver up on the big day the more favour they win and Uriel wants to be top.
Wife: And they accuse us of sin while they’re all jealous of each other.
Allison: That works in our favour. It means the others will accept us if we move to their territory because it will boost their numbers and hit Uriel’s.
Storm troopers umm storming into a warehouse. Lots of surprised workers reaching for weapons. Crates of "luxuries" are open in the warehouse ( Think WW2 Blitz style luxuries - so Tea, Tights, Cigarettes, Chocolate, Booze... )
Storm Trooper(burst): Halt in the name of Lord Uriel.
Worker(burst): Angelic Guard!
Worker2: Get them!
Lots of violence, but the Angelic Guard are clearly on top as they slaughter the workers.
Captain Allison stands in the aftermath of the battle, dead bodies and Angelic Guard leading captured workers away. A man in civvies stands beside him with a smug look on his face. They're speaking for the crowd.
Allison: Excellent work Mr Mortimer. Your inside information has helped us put these smugglers out of business.
Mortimer: Another step on the road to redemption sir. Happy to help.
The two are exchanging envelopes furtively in the now empty warehouse.
Allison: Help put your main rivals out of business you mean.
Mortimer: Speaking of business. Your new identity papers Mr Murphy.
Allison: And here is the Thames river and estuary patrol schedule. It should be good for another three months but we need to leave as soon as we can.
Mortimer is leaving, envelope tucked in under his arm.
Mortimer: Tonight. Pier 6. Don’t be late.
Allison in civvies opening the door to the apartment again.
Allison: Sorry I’m late I…
He looks in horror at the apartment, it’s been thrashed but Louisa is sitting in the middle of the floor with her back to him.
Allison: Louisa? Louisa where’s Mammy?
Allison has swept Louisa up and is holding her over his shoulder, he looks fraught as he tries to work out what happened.
Louisa: Men came and took her.
Allison: Took her? Took her where? Oh God was it bad men?
Allison is now holding Louisa so he can see her face and his expression is one of utter horror. Her eyes are glowing like the baby’s.
Louisa: Oh no Daddy, they were good men. Mammy was the bad one. She wasn’t good like you. She tried to stop them.
Allison stands facing us, his face one of horror and despair. Louisa is snuggling into his shoulder.
Louisa: She didn’t love Lord Uriel like we do Daddy. I’m so happy you love Lord Uriel.
Allison: Yes Louisa. Me too.