The masses screamed, so I thought for a bit. This is what I came up with, and now I am DONE.
(So I came over to visit my favorite Lilim, who was typing away at a frantic pace on her Mac. I looked at the page, and squinted my eyes. "What are you working on?"
"Oh," she said with a half assed grin. "I got a call from on high to write a movie trailer. I've been reading all these John Grisham novels lately, and I thought of something funny."
"Really," I said with a typical Balseraph grin. "The Game would like to see."
"Well.... okay." She reached up and turned the monitor toward me. )
<scene>
Cut to a completely trashed file room, papers everywhere, people milling
around frustrated. Tempers are flaring. One lone Calabite, wings flapping
in frustration, stares down at an open folder which is clearly printed backwards.
He hisses, "Someone is going to pay..."
</scene>
<scene>
Long shot as two calm looking demons, a Lilim and a Djinn, push their way
through the extremely crowded streets of Shal-Mari. The crowds part, mostly
in fear, and some of the talk slows to a stop. The two stop in front of
a particularly well dressed Impudite, grabbing him by the shoulders and
hold up badges. "Prince Asmodeus would like to question you... personally."
</scene>
<scene>
A tall young Lilim dressed in a black suit is sitting at a dirty wooden
table across from the same Impudite, this time dressed in an orange prison
jumper.
She seems very nervous. "But Boss, I can't defend you! I don't even know where to begin! And... and you're guilty!"
He leans over and pats her on the hand. "I have faith that you'll
find a way out, and it'll have a good punchline."
</scene>
<scene>
Cut to courtroom. The camera pans slowly over the courtroom.
The courtroom is full of demons, many wearing black suits and funny hats. One the plaintiff side is a very well dressed Balseraph in full vessel, armani suit and those piercing eyes. He has a big grin as he begins his opening speech. There is an Impudite aide sitting behind the table, madly searching through papers.
In the back of the room is a camera crew.
There is a long jury box. It's filled with all manner of Imps, who are giggling and jumping around.
At the defendant table, the Lilim is almost so pale she's lime colored. The Defendant himself, dressed in a black suit and wearing a beanie with a propeller, is leaning waaaay back in his chair, balanced by his leathery wings, hands behind his head, looking totally unconcerned.
The Balseraph, clearly acting as DA, is saying to the court, "And
today, I will begin to prove that Prince Kobal did willfully, and with malice,
attempt to defame, destroy, and outright physically harm the honorable Prince
Asmodeus..."
</scene>
<scene>
Cut to a scene in a room in Shal-Mari. The Lilim is sitting on the front
steps of a huge garishly decorated building, talking to a completely different
Lilim. There are green girls coming in and out.
"But I'm *losing*, K.K! I can't fight the Asmodeans! They're too screwed up in the head!"
The other Lilim pats the first on the arm, and grins a big happy fun annoying grin. "Well, all you need are a few favors in the right place, Sister, to get just the right dirt on them. I know some especially good ones. I know, some people are just no fun sometimes..."
People hurry by at a forced trot, quickly getting their sunglasses on.
</scene>
<scene>
Another cut to the courtroom. It's clear that the drama is really picking
up, and the tension is high.
The Lilim, in full suit and regalia, looks like she's about to pull out
a real bomb shell. She holds in her hand the glowing gem of a Geas, and
says, "I call for my final witness..."
</scene>
<scene>
Sudden cut.
Big Spielburg like dramatic camera zoom in on the Number One piece of
Evidence, sitting on a pedestal in the courtroom, dripping with artsy lighting.
It's a pen.
</scene>
<fade out to black>
<fade in on the screen>
Coming to a theater in a Principality near you
</fade out>
("Cute," I said. "Kind of goofy, in it's own way. You're a talented kid, but sort of cliche. I like the beanies, but the Game is not going to be pleased with you poking fun."
She shrugged. "Well, it's not really done yet. Like you could do better."
I jacked my thumb over my shoulder. "Maybe I can. Let me have a sit down."
She got up, and I sat down at the keyboard. I thought for a few minutes, and then wrote.)
On dark screen, cue music: a remix of CLOSER by NIN
<scene>
Camera flash goes off.
Shot of reporter talking into a microphone on the street in front of
a run down tenament building. "Last night, police discovered another
murder in down town Detroit, possibly another at the hands of the infamous
Psalm Killer..."
</scene>
<scene>
Camera flash goes off.
Camera pans slowly, showing an almost empty run down apartment, drenched
in blood, illuminated with red light. Camera flashes move the camera to
the eyeless body mutilated body on the stripped down bug ridden cot, the
blood splatters on the floor, the drips on the walls.
</scene>
<scene>
Camera flash goes off.
In an obvious police station, standing in the aisle between two rows of desks, a man and a woman yell at each other. They're obviously detectives.
Eleanor Joyce: "This is the fifth killing in a month! This is a complete sociopath, he has no care about who he kills, or where. We're just being led right into his trap!"
Stephen McNeight nods, and checks the ammo in his gun.
</scene>
<scene>
Camera flash goes off.
Cut scene to the wall of a nameless, faceless room, camera at an angle,
from the floor on up. Blood running down the walls, is written in words.
"I will carry out great vengence on them and punish them in my Wrath.
Then they will know that I am the Lord, when I take vengence on them."
</scene>
<scene>
Camera flash goes off.
Cops pushing through hoardes of disenfranchised humans through a back
alley, as they humans reach out their hands to grab at their clothing, their
guns, their limbs. Eleanor yells back to her partner, "He's moving
from body to body! He could be anyone! ANYONE!"
</scene>
<scene>
Camera flash goes off.
To the screaming Industrial, the words are heard chanted: In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen.
Flying camera from the ceiling of a huge gothic beautiful catherdral
to zoom down and behind the two protagonists, walking up the aisle toward
the giant Christ hanging crucified on the cross, light streaming through
the windows, their overcoats stretching out behind them.
</scene>
<scene>
Camera flash goes off.
Camera is doing a slow zoom in walk.
A young man in a bar talking to another young man in a bar. The first
young man is a skinhead type, he has a tattoo around his neck that says
"Cut Here". The second one is a normal college-like guy, his hand
reaches up to caress the tattoo, saying, "I can show you pleasures
you could never imagine."
</scene>
<scene>
Camera flash goes off.
The two cops are standing on the street, as another body is being carried
away on a stretcher by some EMS personnel. Stephen McNeight says, "He's
jumping from host to host, dammit, and murdering his old hosts. That's how
he's getting around."
</scene>
<scene>
Camera Flash goes off.
The priest in the front of the catherdral says with some certainty, "He's
opening up a conduit to Hell! He must be stopped, or who knows what creatures
of the Devil will invade our earth..."
</scene>
<scene>
Camera flash goes off.
Another tenament room, the sounds of male voices yelling in the staccato
tempo of sex, as the empty wall of the room shimmers, and rips like it's
being shredded from behind. The camera turns slowly and zooms in on the
tear, showing beyond it a desolate flat gray land beyond with a red sky.
</scene>
<scene>
Camera flash goes off.
The two cops are running through the street, guns out, pursued by something
unseen and off camera.
</scene>
<scene>
Camera flash goes off.
The two cops are in the dark, hearts pounding, guns out, hands groping
the walls. "He could be anyone," Stephen hisses. "Anyone
at all."
</scene>
<scene>
No lights, no camera.
Just a low, calm, evil voice in the dark. "The Lord of Death will
see you all as maggots."
</scene>
<fade in>
From the Director who brought you
</fade out>
<fade in>
HOLY WAR
</fade out>
<fade in>
and
THE KOBALITE INCURSION
</fade out>
<fade in>
comes
THE WRATH
</fade out>
( "You're disgusting," she said. "That's absolutely nasty. I didn't like SE7EN when it was in the theaters, and I don't like it on my computer. Shedim give me the hives."
I grinned my huge Balseraph grin. "I'm really happy to oblige. The Game, after all, must go on, even with just humans. And I'm afraid you're under arrest for defamation." I tapped my finger over the closed icon of the file on the computer screen. "Please come with me.")
- Em, Balseraph of the Game, a Six-Eyed Nasty
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