Another trailer by Maya, Habbalite of the Media. Hmmm....
Yes, well, at this rate Hell will be running out of black feathers, real or ersatz. And I blushed through writing most of this. :)
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LAURENCE : THE EDGE OF PURITY
Narrator : Long, long ago before he became Commander of the Host...
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Laurence, in full armour, standing in martial posture, wings outspread
and
sword drawn.
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Narrator : .. he was a Malakite like any other.
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A huge cave, full of marble ledges, dark-winged Malakim brooding on
them
like great birds of prey. Torches burn at various points, casting a bloody
illumination across the scene.
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Narrator : The Malakim are deadly beings, bred for battle.
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Two Malakim embrace in a crevice: much suggestive writhing of bodies
behind
dark wings.
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Narrator : But some are exceptional.
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Young Laurence, sword brilliant in his hands and stained with blood,
stands
over the bloody corpses of several enemies, torso gleaming with sweat.
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Narrator : Such as Laurence.
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Laurence kneels before a brilliantly shining figure, too bright to be
seen
properly, and offers the hilt of his sword. "I swear myself to the service
of Purity, now and always..."
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Narrator : But is any oath forever?
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Laurence, to a Seraphic companion, "We need to take the fight to the
enemy!
Out there in the Marches, and in Hell beyond, the pits of evil wait for us
to bring the cleansing steel of purity to sear them clean. Whatever the
price, whatever it may cost me..."
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Narrator : From pride...
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Laurence being nobly beaten to his knees, somewhere in the Far
Marches, by
hideous Ethereal creatures.
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Narrator : ... to a Fall.
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Somewhere in the dungeons of Lust, Laurence hangs in chains, several
Servitors in bondage gear using whips on him while Lilims crawl around his
feet whimpering.
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More general orgy in the Halls of Lust, Laurence's dark-winged figure
lost
somewhere amid the squirming masses as the camera pulls back.
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Narrator : It's a long, hard way back to Purity.
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Laurence, supervising the bloody slaying of a number of endangered
Ethereal
species, and getting bloodily involved.
</scene>
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Harmless and well-endowed nymphs begging Malakim appealingly for
mercy, and
being brutally slain.
</scene>
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Laurence kneels in front of the cloaked Dominic, head bowed. "I
confess my
sins. I acknowledge my lack of purity. I beg for judgement, for punishment..."
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Narrator : Perhaps the past can be hidden. Or forgiven.
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Laurence, in armor, strides past ranks of angels, gaze on the middle
distance and noble.
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Novalis in her Glade, watching over a sleeping Laurence, who has the
marks
of tears on his cheeks. She murmurs, "It'll be all right, child, it'll be
all right..."
</scene>
Narrator : But, in the end...
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A group of Malakim surround a female Malakite. One of them spits at
her,
"You shamed us. You defiled yourself."
</scene>
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A beautiful female Impudite embraces the chained Laurence from the
Halls of
Lust, body locked round him.
</scene>
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Dominic, backlit by a brazier, holding a length of iron with the tip
glowing
white-hot.
</scene>
Narrator : ... can one ever forget?
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Laurence bends his head to return the Impudite's kiss.
</scene>
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Screen goes black.
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Bought to you by Shal-Mari Productions.
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LAURENCE : THE EDGE OF PURITY.
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Voiceover : Heaven's Sword.
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