EXT. UNITED EARTH SUMMIT – GENEVA – DAY
The assembly chamber is a cathedral of cameras and flags. Billions watch as the man called Gabriel steps onto the central dais. White light halos him, though no spotlight follows.
Narration: No one knew if he was human, angel, or something beyond. But when Gabriel raised his hand, every voice in the hall fell silent.
Gabriel: Leaders of Earth... and the billions beyond these walls.
His voice is calm, carrying like a hymn across the planet.
Gabriel: Your fears are justified. The one hundred chosen now fight a war in a domain beyond your understanding. Their courage is humanity's last bargaining chip.
He pauses, eyes sweeping the hall with quiet gravity.
Gabriel: Do not despair. Stand united. Protect your world until the final trumpet sounds.
Applause erupts—thunderous, desperate. Cameras flash. Gabriel bows once, serene.
INT. UNKNOWN DOMAIN – GABRIEL'S OFFICE – NIGHT
A blink, and he is gone from the podium. Reality folds with a soundless shiver.
Gabriel materializes inside a vast chamber of dark glass and cold starlight—his private domain.
The cheers of the world fade into a silence so deep it vibrates like a heartbeat.
He exhales, shoulders loosening.
Gabriel: softly Ahhh... mortals and their endless applause.
He walks toward a panoramic window showing Earth like a blue jewel.
Gabriel: My soldiers bleed in the pit below, yet they shine brighter than I dared hope. Fear tempers them. Pain perfects them. a faint laugh Even I am impressed.
The chamber darkens, not with surprise but with inevitability.
Two presences enter, their arrival neither sudden nor hidden.
First, a man of quiet authority steps forward. Silver eyes glow with restrained light, his human guise tailored with precise simplicity.
Michael: You speak of perfection while bending every rule we swore to uphold.
Gabriel does not turn immediately. He lets the words settle like dust.
Gabriel: Michael. I wondered how long before you came to scold me.
He finally faces him, a small, knowing smile.
Gabriel: Right on time.
Another figure walks in from the opposite side—measured, deliberate.
A black coat, a gaze as deep as unlit stars. His presence folds the air itself.
???: And I, of course, complete the circle.
Neither Gabriel nor Michael flinch. All three regard one another as if this meeting were carved into the fabric of existence.
Gabriel: So the prodigal joins us. I assumed the void still held your interest.
???: Interest is eternal, brother. Opportunity is rare. Tonight, it felt... appropriate.
Michael: cold Appropriate? Gabriel breaks the covenant. You remain absent for ages. And I am left to hold the walls alone.
Gabriel chuckles, low and measured.
Gabriel: Walls? You call them walls? They are paper screens against a storm. I act because silence invites extinction.
Michael: And action invites revelation. Communicating with the Chosen inside the Domains is forbidden. The demons already suspect interference.
???: smiling faintly Perhaps that is what he wants. A premature war. Chaos breeds choice.
Gabriel's smile thins but never fades.
Gabriel: Chaos breeds clarity. Mortals require both.
Michael steps closer, the faint shimmer of unmanifest wings rippling in the dark.
Michael: Go back to your appointed place before the Thrones notice.
His voice sharpens.
Michael: Before the demons confirm what you are.
The third brother tilts his head, amused.
???: And if he doesn't? Would you raise your blade against him, Michael? Against me?
Michael: I would do what must be done.
Gabriel leans against the glass, eyes fixed on the spinning Earth below.
Gabriel: Then the game proceeds exactly as it should.
The chamber vibrates with a pressure older than stars, but none of them move.
Three brothers—each a different shadow of eternity—stand as if the universe itself expected this conversation.
Narration: No revelation. No surprise. Only the quiet certainty of powers that had waited too long to meet again.
Michael: Return, both of you. Before the next trumpet reveals more than the mortals can bear.
None answer. Only the silent hum of the void remains.
To be continued...