#Gabe had a cane or something because he fucked up his foot? and had to sit on a stool for the first few sets of tour?

[overbearingstruggles]

[modern-days]

~ Issue # 41 ~ Gods, Monsters & Men, Part 2 Of 3: Acts Of Love & War ~

PAGE 1, PANEL 1

Page width panel with no border creating an open page. It’s an exterior shot of the Devil’s Crow pub, looking very much as it did in issues # 2 and # 6. There’s a full shot of a man and woman, arm in arm, passing the pub, dressed in late 19th century attire.

CAPTION: London, 1898

SOLOMON ( O.P ): I gotta say, I was relieved to get your message, Gabe. Haven’t heard too much from you since, well …

GABRIEL ( O.P ): Alison ...

SOLOMON ( O.P ): Yeah.

PAGE 1, PANEL 2

Two panels on this tier. Interior. Full profile shot of Gabriel and Solomon sat at a table. Gabriel on the left. Solomon on the right, both dressed in late 19th century attire with appropriate hairstyles. On the table is a pint glass and a folded copy of ‘The Times’ newspaper. Cob is in the background, serving at the bar. In the foreground we see a close up of someone‘s hand, mostly out of sight, with the familiar hexagonal tattoo of the Academy.

SOLOMON: Doesn’t do you any good hiding away, old friend.

GABRIEL: I wasn’t hiding, not really, I was … contemplating.

PAGE 1, PANEL 3

Similar to the previous panel but now a closer head to waist shot.

SOLOMON: Yeah, well, too much of that ain’t good for you either.

SOLOMON: You said in your message it was something pretty important.

GABRIEL: Yes, it is.

PAGE 1, PANEL 4

Three panels on this bottom tier. Head to waist shot of Solomon holding the beer glass close to his mouth, eyebrows raised, his gaze questioning.

SOLOMON: So?

PAGE 1, PANEL 5

Head to waist shot of Gabriel as he pushes a familiar box across the table for Solomon. It is the very same ornate wooden box with brass fittings that we first saw hidden in the Void in issue # 2.

SOLOMON ( O.P ): And that is?

PAGE 1, PANEL 6

Head to chest semi - profile shot of Gabriel, his eyes shining like stars.

GABRIEL: Something very, very old.

PAGE 2, PANEL 1

Page width panel. Head to waist shot of Solomon, his elbows resting on the table as he leans toward the box, studying it closely.

SOLOMON: I’d say ancient by the looks of it.

GABRIEL: It is one of the few things that remains of my home.

PAGE 2, PANEL 2

Three panels on this tier. Head to waist shot of Solomon, his hand on the box, staring at Gabriel, his gaze questioning. A perspective shot.

SOLOMON: And you’re showing it to me because?

PAGE 2, PANEL 3

Forehead to chin semi- profile shot of Gabriel, his gaze focused.

GABRIEL: I am entrusting it to you. I have to go away for a while.

PAGE 2, PANEL 4

Head to chest profile shot of Solomon with a black shadowy background. We’re focusing in closer now, with the rest of the pub shut out.

SOLOMON: It must be pretty important then.

PAGE 2, PANEL 5

Three panels on this bottom tier. Head to chest profile shot of Gabriel, with a black shadowy background, similar to the previous panel.

GABRIEL: It is. If one day I am lost, this may help you to find me.

PAGE 2, PANEL 6

Head to waist shot of Solomon as he suddenly realises what Gabriel means.

SOLOMON: I’m pretty good at finding people already, Gabe, it’s my job.

SOLOMON: Oh …

PAGE 2, PANEL 7

Head and shoulders shot of him. His gaze downward, his expression sad.

SOLOMON: Damn.

PAGE 3, PANEL 1

Three panels on this top tier. Full profile shot of Abbadon stood on the balcony of WinterSong, with the ghostly memory of Sariel in the foreground. Scimitar is walking into shot at the edge of the panel.

ARTIST NOTE: Panels 1 and 2 are a recap of the last two panels of issue # 38. There’s a red and golden hue to these pages.

ABBADON: I miss you, sister.

SARIEL: I am always here as long as you remember, brother.

PAGE 3, PANEL 2

Full shot of Abbadon from behind stood on the balcony, now alone, the memory of Sariel gone, silhouetted against the sunset sky.

ABBADON: Nothing is ever forgotten, Sariel.

ABBADON: Nothing.

ABSALOM ( O.P ): And what about me, dear brother, am I forgotten?

PAGE 3, PANEL 3

Head and shoulders semi - profile shot of Abbadon glancing behind himself, his expression a mixture of surprise and anger.

ABBADON: Absalom?

PAGE 3, PANEL 4

Three panels on this bottom tier. Head to waist profile shot of Sam and Absalom now stood several feet away from Abbadon and facing him. Absalom is now dressed as he’s seen in the concept art, a long grey coat and bow tie, with white shirt and black trousers, holding a crystal tipped Obsidian cane, Horus on his shoulder.

ABSALOM: Yes, brother, it is I. Oh, what a long time it’s been!

ABBADON: It is good to see you.

ABSALOM: Of that I’m sure. I love what you’ve done with the place by the way.

PAGE 3, PANEL 5

Head and shoulders shot of Abbadon, imposing, staring, his gaze piercing.

ABBADON: We will catch up soon, brother, but first, if I could speak with Samuel.

PAGE 3, PANEL 6

In the foreground of the panel is a head to waist shot of Absalom leaving the chamber, with Abbadon and Sam stood behind. We can now see, Idaho, Sam’s Siberian Husky familiar beside her.

ABSALOM: Of course, I’ll just show myself around. Come along, Horus.

PAGE 4, PANEL 1

Three panels on this top tier. Forehead to chin semi - profile shot of Abbadon.

ABBADON: I thought we were in agreement, sister, that we would wait before releasing him. We have discussed this many times.

PAGE 4, PANEL 2

Head and shoulders semi - profile shot of Sam, his gaze questioning.

SAM: I’ve waited long enough. You said you wanted the family back together.

PAGE 4, PANEL 3

Head to waist profile shot of them facing each other with the balcony behind.

ABBADON: When the time was right, Samuel.

SAM: And when would the time have been right? I’m guessing never.

ABBADON: Tell me, how exactly did you achieve this? He was meant to be trapped in his prison for an eternity, is that not so?

PAGE 4, PANEL 4

Page width panel. On the left of the panel is a head and shoulders semi - profile shot of Sam. On the right of the panel is a flashback image of Absalom’s crystal prison chamber shattering. Stood next to it is a figure mostly in shadow performing a spell, dressed in a trench coat, smoking a cigarette with hints of blonde hair and is our unofficial sneaky nod to John Constantine.

SAM: I have my ways.

SAM: Let’s just say it involved an old friend of mine well versed in the Dark Arts.

PAGE 4, PANEL 5

Two panels on this bottom tier. Over the shoulder shot of Sam with Abbadon facing her.

ABBADON: And I assume you’ve been hiding him from me ever since?

PAGE 4, PANEL 6

Over the shoulder shot of Abbadon with Sam facing him. Her expression is nonchalant, head tilted, her body visibly relaxed too.

SAM: Actually, I haven’t. When he was released from the chamber he just disappeared. I couldn’t find him, not for a long time, then just like that, out of nowhere, he turns up on my doorstep.

PAGE 5, PANEL 1

Three panels on this top tier. Head to waist shot of Abbadon now turned away, looking out toward the sunset, Sam stood behind.

ABBADON: And you came here?

SAM: We came here. Where else would we go.

PAGE 5, PANEL 2

Similar to the previous panel but now a head to chest shot of Abbadon.

ABBADON: What he did in Whitechapel should have been beyond redemption.

SAM: Gabriel spared him.

PAGE 5, PANEL 3

Head to chest profile shot of Abbadon looking outward, the red, orange sky of sunset behind him as he contemplates her words to him.

ABBADON: Gabriel has never had the stomach to do what is truly necessary.

PAGE 5, PANEL 4

Two panels on this tier. Similar to panels 1 and 2 but now Sam is moving toward him, no longer relaxed, her eyes burning fiercely.

SAM: Then you would have killed him, put him down like rabid dog?

ABBADON: I would have only sought to ease his suffering. Ended it mercifully.

PAGE 5, PANEL 5

Head to chest shot of Sam staring at him defiantly, no fear of him.

SAM: He doesn’t need your mercy, or your pity. I’m with you in this, brother, but I don’t answer to you and neither does he.

SAM: I’ll see this through to the end with you, but if you want to keep my loyalty, don’t test me.

PAGE 5, PANEL 6

Two panels on this bottom tier. It’s now a head to waist shot of them, Abbadon turned to her again, with barely a foot between them.

ABBADON: I apologise. My only concern is that he has a tendency to be unpredictable. You cannot deny this has always been so.

SAM: I don’t. And don’t worry, I’ll be keeping a close eye on him.

PAGE 5, PANEL 7

Forehead to chin half face shot of Abbadon. The left side of his face on the right of the panel. The threat in his expression is clear.

ABBADON: I hope so, sister, it would be unfortunate if he were to endanger everything we have worked so hard and long for.

PAGE 6, PANEL 1

Page width panel. Wide shot of the desert and in the background in the distance is the recreated version of the fair Gwen grew up in.

ARTIST NOTE: Chapter title is written at the bottom of the splash panel, Gods, Monsters & Men, Part 2 of 3: Acts Of Love & War. The sub title is In which the past echoes profoundly and a fateful offer is made.

QUOTE: Sometimes family are the only ones who can truly hurt us.

GWEN: Are you really seriously thinking about doing this?!

PAGE 6, PANEL 2

Page width panel. Full shot of Gwen confronting Gabriel at the foot of the Ferris Wheel with the rest of the fair in the background.

GABRIEL: I’m saying I may no longer have much of a choice. You’re still young …

GWEN: So, I can’t understand? That’s bullshit, Gabriel, and you know it.

PAGE 6, PANEL 3

Two panels on this bottom tier. Head to chest semi - profile shot of Gabriel.

GABRIEL: I’m simply saying I’ve lived longer, made many hard choices.

PAGE 6, PANEL 4

Forehead to chin semi - profile shot of Gwen, her eyes sad but determined.

GWEN: Save it. I lost my best friend because of this sorry fucking mess. So, don’t you dare tell me I couldn’t understand.

PAGE 7, PANEL 1

Half page vertical panel. Head to waist profile shot of Gwen and Gabriel facing each other, Gwen jabbing her finger at him, clearly frustrated.

GABRIEL: I only meant there are things you do not know of, reasons why this may have to be done.

GWEN: Then tell me! The reason I don’t know is because you haven’t told me!

PAGE 7, PANEL 2

Two panels on this vertical tier. Similar to the previous panel but now a closer head to chest profile shot of them facing each other.

GABRIEL: I thought perhaps the less you knew the better.

GWEN: Jesus, Gabriel, like that’s really helped me so far.

PAGE 7, PANEL 3

Head to chest semi - profile shot of Gabriel, head bowed, thoughtful.

GABRIEL: I was trying to …

PAGE 7, PANEL 4

Two panels on this vertical tier. Head and Shoulders semi - profile shot of Gwen. GWEN: Protect me? Yeah, maybe it’s time you stopped trying to do that.

PAGE 7, PANEL 5

Head and shoulders semi - profile shot of Gwen now glancing behind herself.

LUCY ( O.P ): Well, good luck with that.

PAGE 7, PANEL 6

Half page vertical panel. Full shot of Lucy, with Solomon and Thor stood just behind her, with both a doorway and the fair in the background.

LUCY: My brother can no more stop protecting people than he can stop breathing.

PAGE 8, PANEL 1

Full page vertical panel. Full profile shot of Sam sat atop a sheer cliff face with snow around her, contemplating, mulling on things. Idaho is sat beside her as they look out toward the horizon.

SAM : Well, here we are Idaho.

ABSALOM ( O.P ): I thought I’d find you up here. This place may just be a memory but it’s heartening that some things never change.

PAGE 8, PANEL 2

Four panels on this vertical tier. Head and shoulders shot of Sam glancing behind herself.

SAM: I thought it’d be best, at least for now, keep out of the way before I say anything I’ll regret.

PAGE 8, PANEL 3

Full shot of Absalom, now stood behind Sam, who’s still sitting on the cliff top.

ABSALOM: As I said, some things never change.

SAM: And that means?

PAGE 8, PANEL 4

Full shot of Absalom, now sat beside Sam, both of them looking outward.

ABSALOM: It means big brother still knows how to push your buttons.

SAM: He’s not pushing any buttons, I just need space to think.

PAGE 8, PANEL 5

Head to waist profile shot of them both looking out toward the horizon.

ABSALOM: What you need is to stand up to him.

PAGE 9, PANEL 1

Page width panel. Full shot of them from behind, sat on the cliff edge, looking out at the snowy landscape and the sky beyond.

SAM: Pretty sure I did.

ABSALOM: Oh that. Yes, I heard that. He really doesn’t like me, does he?

ABSALOM: Thanks for sticking up for me by the way.

SAM: You’re welcome.

PAGE 9, PANEL 2

Three panels on this tier. P.O.V looking up at them with the darkening sky above.

ABSALOM: That’s not what I meant though.

SAM: What did you mean?

PAGE 9, PANEL 3

Head to waist profile shot of them, with Absalom in the foreground.

ABSALOM: If I’ve learnt one thing about our dear brother it’s that telling him changes absolutely nothing.

PAGE 9, PANEL 4

Similar to the previous panel but now a head to waist shot of them.

ABSALOM: You have to show him.

PAGE 9, PANEL 5

Two panels on this bottom tier. Forehead to chin semi - profile shot of Sam.

SAM: And how exactly do I do that?

PAGE 9, PANEL 6

Head and shoulders semi - profile shot of Absalom, studying the crystal on the tip of his obsidian cane, a thin smile playing on his lips.

ABSALOM: Oh, sister, don’t you know by now I always have a plan.

PAGE 10, PANEL 1

Page width panel. Full shot of the Ferris Wheel with the fair behind. On the right of the panel are Gwen, Solomon and Thor sat or stood by the Ferris Wheel platform, while on the left of the panel Gabriel and Lucy are walking away together into the fair proper.

LUCY: You’ve had some stupid ideas over the millennia, big bro, some really stupid ideas, but I think this is probably the stupidest so far.

PAGE 10, PANEL 2

Page width panel. Full shot of them walking now through the deserted fair. On one side of them is a shooting gallery stall.

GABRIEL: I’m not saying I want to kill him, or even that I’m going to kill him, I’m saying he may not leave me much of a choice.

LUCY: And out of all of us, it has to be you?

PAGE 10, PANEL 3

Three panels on this bottom tier. Head to waist profile shot of them passing the stall.

GABRIEL: Yes, because Epiphany is my daughter. He’s holding her against her will.

PAGE 10, PANEL 4

Similar to the previous panel but now a head to chest shot of them.

LUCY: Is he? Really? Abbadon isn’t the type to go holding anyone prisoner. If she’s with him, it’s a fair bet she’s there willingly.

GABRIEL: What are you saying, sister?

PAGE 10, PANEL 5

Head and shoulders shot of Lucy, with Gabriel now almost off panel.

LUCY: I’m saying Abbadon has never had to force anyone into doing what he wants.

LUCY: We both know how persuasive he can be.

PAGE 11, PANEL 1

Page width panel. Full profile shot of them passing the dodgem’s ride with its elevated platform as a red balloon floats by.

GABRIEL: Are you saying I should wait, not go looking for her.

LUCY: I’m saying if you’re going, better go for the right reasons.

LUCY: You need to give her time, she’s only just come out of a  coma.

PAGE 11, PANEL 2

Three panels on this tier. Head to chest profile shot of them with Gabriel in the foreground.

GABRIEL: He will turn her against me.

PAGE 11, PANEL 3

Similar to the previous panel but now a closer head to chest shot.

LUCY: Jesus, Gabriel, she’s already against you. She’s been against you ever since Callum died, so I wouldn’t worry too much about that.

PAGE 11, PANEL 4

Similar to the two previous panels but now a closer head and shoulders shot.

GABRIEL: Thank you, I feel so much better now.

LUCY: I’m not here to make you feel better, big bro, I’m here to stop you making stupid decisions.

GABRIEL: I see.

PAGE 11, PANEL 5

Page width panel. Full shot of them from behind, now walking toward the fair’s caravans. The red balloon now floating in the foreground.

LUCY: Anyway, we have no idea where they are.

GABRIEL: They are here. In the Void.

LUCY: May as well be anywhere then, you know what this place is like.

PAGE 12, PANEL 1

Page width panel. Full profile shot of them now passing Sabrina Hoyt’s caravan, with the big colourful writing on its side that reads; ‘Sabrina, Mistress of Enchantment, Seer of All.’

LUCY: Jeremiel didn’t send you here just to find Epiphany, you know that right.

GABRIEL: I know.

PAGE 12, PANEL 2

Two panels on this tier. Head to chest profile shot of them, with Lucy in the foreground.

LUCY: I don’t know if Abbadon did kill the god of gods. If he did, it’s certainly not good. But it’s not your responsibility, Gabriel.

LUCY: It’s theirs.

PAGE 12, PANEL 3

Similar to the previous panel, but now a closer head and shoulders shot.

LUCY: The arch angels need to get off their collective arses and actually do something.

GABRIEL: Perhaps.

PAGE 12, PANEL 4

Two panels on this bottom tier. Head and shoulders semi - profile shot of Lucy.

LUCY: So you’ll wait, at least for now, see how this thing plays out.

PAGE 12, PANEL 5

Forehead to chin semi - profile shot of Gabriel, looking down, thoughtful.

GABRIEL: Yes, for now.

PAGE 13, PANEL 1

Page width panel. In the foreground is Scimitar sniffing at the snow, with Abbadon in full shot watching impassively, both of them atop a snowy slope. In the background Epiphany is making her way up the slope toward them with WinterSong behind her. Above the sky is clear and full of a million shining stars.

PAGE 13, PANEL 2

Page width panel. Full shot of Epiphany now stood beside Abbadon, with Scimitar in the foreground, still sniffing at the snow.

EPIPHANY: So, when all of this begins I get my daughter back, right?

ABBADON: That is why you are here, is it not?

EPIPHANY: Yep, I figure you’re my best chance. Does that bother you?

PAGE 13, PANEL 3

Three panels on this bottom tier. Full profile shot of them, with Epiphany in the foreground, and now the snow is beginning to fall.

ABBADON: Not at all, everyone has their reasons for the things they do.

ABBADON: Gabriel will not give her up willingly.

PAGE 13, PANEL 4

Full shot of them from behind. P.O.V looking up the slope, with their footprints in the snow and Scimitar now stood beside his master.

EPIPHANY: Don’t worry, I’m prepared to do what needs to be done.

PAGE 13, PANEL 5

Forehead to chin semi - profile shot of Epiphany, snow falling in front of her.

EPIPHANY: I always have been.

PAGE 14, PANEL 1

Page width panel. Full shot of Gwen walking past the fair’s funhouse. The red balloon is now bobbing along the dusty floor.

GWEN: Gabriel? Lucy? Hello? Hey, where are you guys?

GWEN: Where the hell have they got to?

PAGE 14, PANEL 2

Two panels on this tier. Head and shoulders shot of her glancing behind herself.

SAM ( O.P ): Gwen?

PAGE 14, PANEL 3

Full shot of her leaning into the open doorway of the fair’s funhouse.

GWEN: Hello?

PAGE 14, PANEL 4

SPLASH: Full shot of an octagonal room, it’s walls lined with crazy mirrors. On the left of the panel is a full shot of Sam and Absalom facing Gwen, who’s stood on the right. Their reflections in the crazy mirrors are distorted and stretched in various ways. Absalom now wears a top hat and holds his crystal tipped cane.

SAM: Good evening, Gwen.

GWEN: Okaaay. Who the hell are you?

PAGE 15, PANEL 1

Page width panel. Head to waist profile shot of them facing each other. Sam is holding her hand out in greeting, Absalom is doffing his top hat toward her theatrically as she stares at them suspiciously.

SAM: My apologies, we haven’t been formally introduced, have we. I’m Samuel Morningstar, and this is my brother, Absalom.

ABSALOM: A pleasure, my dear.

PAGE 15, PANEL 2

Three panels on this tier. Full profile shot of Gwen and Sam’s distorted reflections.

GWEN: Do Gabriel and Lucy know you’re here?

SAM: Not yet, we’re not here for them anyway, we’re here for you.

PAGE 15, PANEL 3

Head to waist profile shot of them facing each other with the mirrors in the background.

GWEN: Me?

SAM: Yes, we have a message, from your mother.

PAGE 15, PANEL 4

Similar to the previous panel but now a head to chest profile shot of them. In Gwen’s eyes we see a combination of surprise and longing.

GWEN: My mother?

SAM: She wants to see you.

PAGE 15, PANEL 5

Two panels on this bottom tier. Over the shoulder shot of Absalom, Horus perched on it, with Gwen facing him, her face questioning.

GWEN: Where is she?

ABSALOM: We can take you to her, but we need you to come now.

GWEN: Just me?

PAGE 15, PANEL 6

Forehead to chin semi - profile shot of Sam, her face filling the panel.

SAM: Just you.

PAGE 16, PANEL 1

Page width panel. Overhead shot of the three of them facing each other.

GWEN: What about Gabriel? She’s his daughter. This involves him too.

SAM: It’s too soon. Later, yes, but she’s not ready to see him, not yet.

SAM: If we’re going, we have to go now.

PAGE 16, PANEL 2

Three panels on this tier. Head and shoulders semi - profile shot of Gwen. Gwen is now eyeing them a little more suspiciously again.

GWEN: No, you know what, I’m thinking we should go see Gabriel first. It’s just rude to leave without saying anything, don’t ya think.

PAGE 16, PANEL 3

Head to waist profile shot of Sam leaning forward, facing to the right of the panel, her expression threatening as she stares at Gwen.

ARTIST NOTE: The next two panels are essentially a single panel spilt in half, with Gwen and Sam facing each other in profile.

SAM: Maybe you should just come with us.

SAM: Now.

PAGE 16, PANEL 4

Head to waist profile shot of Gwen with hands on hips, glaring defiantly.

GWEN: Maybe I should just punch you in the face.

PAGE 16, PANEL 5

Two panels on this bottom tier. Head to waist shot of Gwen, with Absalom now leant in close to her, his face inches from hers.

ABSALOM: Alas, I don’t think that would be such a good idea, Gwendolyne. Now be a good girl and listen to your great uncle Absalom.

PAGE 16, PANEL 6

Head and shoulders semi - profile shot of Absalom glancing behind himself.

REDGRAVE ( O.P ): With family like you, my daughter really doesn’t need enemies, does she?

PAGE 17, PANEL 1

Two panels on this top tier. Head to chest shot of Redgrave aiming his gun. It’s a perspective shot with the gun in the foreground.

REDGRAVE: Now step away.

PAGE 17, PANEL 2

Head to waist shot of Absalom suddenly grabbing Gwen from behind, catching her by surprise with his arm tight around her throat.

ABSALOM: I don’t think so, the girl comes with us.

GWEN: Hey!

PAGE 17, PANEL 3

Two panels on this tier. Head to chest shot of Anna aiming her gun. Like panel 1 it’s a perspective shot with the gun in the foreground.

ANNA: She stays.

PAGE 17, PANEL 4

Head to waist shot of Sam stood beside Absalom, who’s still holding Gwen around the throat. She’s looking at him anxious, frustrated.

SAM: Absalom, this isn’t the way. You’re just making things worse.

ABSALOM: I’m trying to help you, sister.

SAM: This isn’t helping.

PAGE 17, PANEL 5

Three panels on this bottom tier. Head to waist profile shot of both Redgrave and Anna aiming their guns. Redgrave in the foreground.

ANNA: Best listen to your sister.

REDGRAVE: Step away now.

PAGE 17, PANEL 6

Head and shoulders shot of Absalom and Gwen, his arm still around her throat.

ABSALOM: I’m hearing a distinct lack of respect in your tone, mortal.

ABSALOM: There was a time when you kind bowed to our kind.

PAGE 17, PANEL 7

Similar to panel 1, it’s a perspective shot of Redgrave, the gun in the foreground.

REDGRAVE: Times change.

PAGE 18, PANEL 1

Two panels on this top tier. Head to waist shot of Absalom roughly pushing Gwen forward, between himself and the guns aimed at him.

ABSALOM: Indeed they do, perhaps not for the better. She’s all yours.

GWEN: Hey!

PAGE 18, PANEL 2

Head to waist shot. In another sudden move Absalom is almost on top of Redgrave, stabbing him in the side with a knife he pulls out.

ABSALOM: And this is for your lack of respect, mortal.

REDGRAVE: Urghh!

PAGE 18, PANEL 3

Two panels on this tier. Head to waist shot of Absalom stepping forward and striking out at Anna, using his crystal tipped cane to hit her in the face, knocking the gun out of her hand as she falls backwards.

ANNA: You bast… ompff!

PAGE 18, PANEL 4

Full shot of Sam and Absalom escaping through the familiar glow of a doorway.

SAM: You didn’t need to do that!

ABSALOM: My apologies, sister. I’m afraid I got rather carried away.

SAM: I noticed.

PAGE 18, PANEL 5

Page width panel. Redgrave is lying on the ground. Gwen is knelt beside him, propping him up. He’s pale and holding his hand over the bloody wound. Anna is stood behind them, a gash on her forehead.

GWEN: Damn you.

REDGRAVE: That almost looks like concern on your face.

GWEN: Shut up.

PAGE 19, PANEL 1

Page width panel. Head to waist shot of Abbadon violently gripping Absalom by the throat, his other hand held against his chest as he presses him over the balcony wall of WinterSong. Sam is stood beside them. Abbadon’s face is full of fury and Absalom is pale and looking like he’s choking. Sam is staring defiantly at Abbadon. It’s night and the balcony is draped in heavy shadows.

ABBADON: The girl was to be left to me! You had no part to play in this!

ABBADON: You are the snake in the garden! The tempter!

SAM: I make my own decisions, Abbadon.

PAGE 19, PANEL 2

Three panels on this tier. A closer head to chest shot of them now.

ABBADON: Really, perhaps I should snap his neck right now, end it, put this dog out of his misery.

SAM: If you do that then you lose me and the rest of our family forever.

PAGE 19, PANEL 3

Forehead to chin semi - profile shot of Sam, her face filling the panel.

SAM: He lost his mind. He lost his family. We’ve all done things we regret, Abbadon, don’t pretend you’re anything different.

PAGE 19, PANEL 4

Similar to panel 2, a head to chest shot, maybe focused in a little closer.

ABBADON: It would be so simple, just to squeeze a little tighter, finally end your suffering. Release you from your torment.

SAM: Abbadon.

PAGE 19, PANEL 5

Two panels on this bottom tier. Full profile shot of the three of them, but now the ghostly image of Sariel is stood beside Abbadon.

SARIEL: Brother, if you kill him now all of it will simply fall apart.

SARIEL: It would all have been for nothing.

PAGE 19, PANEL 6

Head and shoulders semi - profile shot of Abbadon and Sariel. She’s close to him, whispering in her ear like an invisible guardian.

SARIEL: Trust me, brother, his time will come.

PAGE 20, PANEL 1

Two panels on this top tier. Similar to panel 6 of page 19, but now the fury is draining from Abbadon’s eyes and Sariel has gone.

ABBADON: Yes … his time will come.

PAGE 20, PANEL 2

Head to chest profile shot as he releases his grip on Absalom’s throat.

ABBADON: Your time will come.

PAGE 20, PANEL 3

Two panels on this tier. Head to waist shot of Abbadon walking away in the foreground. In the background Sam is steadying Absalom.

ABBADON: For his sake and yours, keep him out of my sight,           Samuel.

PAGE 20, PANEL 4

Head to chest shot of Sam and Absalom stood next to each other. Absalom rubbing his bruised throat as they watch after Abbadon.

ABSALOM: I haven’t seen him that angry for a very long time.

SAM: All I’ve ever wanted is his approval. Is that too much to ask.

PAGE 20, PANEL 5

Two panels on this bottom tier. Head to waist shot of Sam and Absalom, Absalom patting his suit down with Abbadon now off panel.

ABSALOM: It’s all Sariel ever wanted and look what happened to her.

PAGE 20, PANEL 6

Full shot of both of them, stood on the balcony against the starry night.

ABSALOM: Be careful what you wish for, sister.

PAGE 21, PANEL 1

Half page vertical panel. In the foreground is the wounded Redgrave, propped against Gwen‘s legs, who’s knelt behind him. Ellie is leaning over him with his hand over the knife wound while Anna and Thor are stood over them. In the background are Gabriel and Lucy. Gabriel is stood in front of the Ferris Wheel and Lucy is sat cross legged on its platform. It’s sunset and there’s an orange hue to the panels on this page.

LUCY: So, I guess we know whose side Sam and Absalom are on.

GABRIEL: Is it that much of a surprise?

LUCY: Not really.

PAGE 21, PANEL 2

Two panels on this vertical tier. Head and shoulders semi - profile shot of Gabriel.

GABRIEL: I don’t understand, how is it possible that Absalom escaped.

PAGE 21, PANEL 3

Full profile shot of Lucy, sat cross legged, looking up at Gabriel.

LUCY: Face it, big bro, you may never understand. Just be grateful the guilt’s no longer on you. And so help me, if you say it’s your responsibility to put him back in his box, I may just scream.

PAGE 21, PANEL 4

Two panels on this vertical tier. Full profile shot of Gabriel facing Lucy.

GABRIEL: Then I won’t say it.

LUCY: Good.

PAGE 21, PANEL 5

Forehead to chin semi - profile shot of Lucy, her face filling the panel.

LUCY: Things are making a hell of a lot more sense now. The new gods being killed, Joshua St. John coming after Gwen, the god of gods being murdered and then Epiphany suddenly waking up.

PAGE 21, PANEL 6

Half page vertical panel. Full shot of them from behind, both now turned toward the horizon, partly silhouetted as the sun sets.

LUCY: We should’ve seen it coming. It’s been building to something pretty big all along.

LUCY: And just like the old days Abbadon is right at the heart of it.

PAGE 22, PANEL 1

Insert.

Head and shoulders semi - profile shot of Gabriel glancing             behind himself.

ARTIST NOTE: Insert should be in the top left hand corner of panel 2.  

ABBADON ( O.P ): Hello, brother.

GABRIEL: What? …

PAGE 22, PANEL 2

Page width panel. Wide shot of Gabriel now stood on the old deserted train station platform of his dreams seen in issues # 35 and 37, though this time the surroundings are stormy and dark. He’s stood on the left of the panel with Abbadon is on the right of it.

GABRIEL: Abbadon?

ABBADON: Yes.

GABRIEL: Whether asleep or awake it seems my dreams are no longer my own.

ABBADON: Were they ever?

PAGE 22, PANEL 3

Two panels on this tier. Forehead to chin semi - profile shot of Gabriel.

GABRIEL: Why are you here now? You seemed content to send our siblings earlier.

PAGE 22, PANEL 4

Head to waist profile shot of Gabriel and Abbadon now stood   closer, only a few feet between them, their stares fixed on each other.

ABBADON: That wasn’t my doing. They acted … rashly. The mortal?

GABRIEL: He was gravely wounded, but he will live.

PAGE 22, PANEL 5

Two panels on this bottom tier. Forehead to chin semi - profile shot of Abbadon.

ABBADON: You have many questions, brother, I know, and I want to answer them. For far too long we have been parted. I can give you the answers you seek. I have rebuilt our home in this place. WinterSong is whole again. Join me, speak with me as we once did.

PAGE 22, PANEL 6

Half face shot of him, the left side of his face on the right of the   panel.

ABBADON: Meet with me. Come alone, and I will tell you everything.

( Taken from Volume Four: Gods, Monsters & Men )