EXT. FIELDS - DAY
A beautiful, open field graces the screen. Wild, thick and green.
Pull back to see MICHAEL, a tall, muscled man standing on a hill overlooking the fields. He wears simple, minimal clothes.
ANGLE ON: MICHAEL’S FACE. A soft smile. Bliss. A breeze blows through and tosses his hair across his face.
The smile shifts as his hair recedes. Something’s up.
From behind him, another man, MAN #1 approaches and taps him on the shoulder. Michael leans back and Man #1 whispers in his ear.
We do not hear what the man says, but it is clear through Michael’s reaction that not only is something up, but something terrible has happened.
Michael nods, turns and follows Man #1 away.
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INT. ARMORY - MOMENTS LATER
A quick succession of shots comes next inside the armory. Some of these include:
-- Michael hands out armor to several similarly-clad men.
-- A few newly armed men grab swords from a rack on the wall.
-- The men suit up and tighten their armor.
After these shots, Michael, still unarmed, walks into a separate room off of the main armory.
On the wall hangs a set of armor, similar to the ones given to the other men, but seemingly more graceful, elegant, and finely crafted: the armor of the high-command.
He puts it over his head, cinches it and settles in. He then opens a cabinet next to the armor. In it is mounted a beautiful, but simple sword. He takes it and immediately puts it at his side.
With a deep breath, he exits the room and waves the other men to follow him.
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EXT. STREETS - MOMENTS LATER
Michael leads the small troop, six men, down the streets of the town. The houses are simplistic, square, and ancient looking. Michael passes several people who gawk and point. Everyone who sees them in the streets gives them their full attention.
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EXT. OUTSKIRTS - MOMENTS LATER
Michael and his troop turn a corner on the street and approach a small home up ahead.
The soldiers that follow prepare themselves. They are strong, able, but this is strange.
Michael approaches the door and halts. He motions to the other soldiers who surround the door. Then Michael swings and busts the door open.
We push in to see a small room with a table surrounded by men. The room is packed. In the center, seated, is obviously the leader of this pack, LUCIFER.
MICHAEL
Lucifer.
The group surrounding Lucifer recoils. They’ve been caught.
LUCIFER
Michael.
LUCIFER (CONT’D)
Michael, please.
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