I maintain that Daimon inspired me for this one, and that it's being bankrolled by the Kobalites to appeal to the intelligentsia...
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Half-shot of a man sitting in a coffee-house somewhere, tuning his guitar, face turned away from the camera.
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Same trenchcoated man, face still not visible, is busy sketching a wide and beautiful grafitti across the side of a subway tunnel. Some passers-by throw coins at his feet.
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Scenes of the same man painting, sculpting, and sprawled in a disarrayed bed with a comfortable-looking woman.
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Eli, white wings outspread, poised above an evolving world, fragments of famous works of art flashing by in the background.
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Eli and Novalis sitting together at the Party in Novalis' Glade: she feeds him something with her fingers, and he laughs. The Council Spires visible in the distance.
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Michael, being hauled down in chains by Malakim of Judgement, with Dominic brooding in the background.
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Cheerful, playful, innocent-looking creatures of myth and legend are driven across the Marches by scouring legions of angelic warriors, who slay till their armour is red with blood.
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Yves hunches in his chair in the Library, resembling a dessicated vulture, and murmurs to Dominic, "Once she speaks Heresy, then you can take her down. We cannot permit ... freethinkers."
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Eli, walking down a street in Heaven, rehearsing to himself, "And I am doing more for humanity than all you Archangels who sit in..." He turns the corner to find several Judgement Malakim waiting, with drawn swords. "... crap."
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Novalis, leaning on a big fallen tree from under which protrude several black feathers and kicking feet, waves a handkerchief. "Remember to write, okay?"
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Eli, using a spraycan, is finishing painting, "Michael 4 Dominique," on the side of a cruise missile.
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Several young women cluster adoringly round Eli's feet, watching as he plays the harmonica.
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Eli faces off a crowd of obvious Malakim, brandishing a bowl of noodles menacingly. They cower.
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An expensive maitre d'hotel gawps at a large crowd of hippies and street artists, being led by Eli into an expensive dining room. "Dinner for _how_ many?"
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Dominic menacingly addresses a crowd of Judgement-Servitors, all armed. "I want him back here. In chains. By any means necessary."
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Eli puts his feet up on a beanbag. "A land flowing with milk and honey, chocolate cappucino beans, backrubs, and little baggies of hash. Oh, and jazz. A lot of jazz."
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Eli playing guitar with a band somewhere, jamming.
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Novalis, to a younger Laurence in armour, "Leather. Trust me."
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Dominic, to Eli, in Heaven, "Do you think that you can just walk away?"
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Eli steps back from the finished mural he was working on earlier. It is a great wash of colour that forms into perspective as the camera draws back, becoming visible as two sleeping bodies entwined round each other.
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From the people who brought you
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and
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comes
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Voiceover from Dominic : He is not one of us any more.
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