Pseudanthium: A Comic Script

Part 1: Genesis - Page 3

Page 3

Panel 1.

A black panel with the empty rags floating as if underwater.

NARRATOR(top): And that was it. Everything disappeared

NARRATOR (no speech bubble): I was falling.

Panel 2.

Move into a shot now of Samael falling in all his pristine glory, one wing wrapped around his body and the other forced back against the force of air against him. His wings are clipped on the next page so I need those wings to look as majestic as possible. Really detailed and tragically beautiful. He is dressed in a sort of ancient Greek chiton, a square, sleeveless piece of cloth clasped at both shoulders, a belt around his waist and the lower portion covering his upper thighs but still showing a lot of his muscular, perfectly defined legs. He is not wearing anything else. Facially, he is traditionally handsome in the way Gods of mythology are made to look, his eyes are a brilliant gold with no iris or pupil. His skin is a dark bronze, his hair long, wavy and blonde. His angelic light leaves a temporary trail behind him cutting the darkness for a second before the aphotic background becomes complete again. Samael occupies the bottom left of the panel where it is starting to redden whilst the trail extends diagonally, dimming the closer you get to the top right into blackness.

Panel 3.

Long shot of the barren wastes of Hell, great pillars of flame writhe against an abyss, three or four of them. Above them, a streak of white cuts in from the right hand side.

NARRATOR (Top): I fell for an age as heaven grew to a spec in the dark...

NARRATOR (Bottom): And the land of the rebels rose to meet me.

Panel 4.

We have impact. Samael smashes into the shoreline of the great lake of fire in a blaze of white light that rips up the black sand and stone, sending debris in all directions. There are mountains in the distance, dwarfed by the pillars of fire in the very distant background to give a real sense of size of this place.

SFX: BOOM