All good men are born of suffering.

SYNOPSIS:

In which Ifan reveals his twisted past.

SEVEN OF CUPS EXCERPT

SC8. EXT. EAST OF MAIN CAFE - DAY - 5080

[IT’S A BEAUTIFUL SUNNY DAY.

LIZ CARNEGIE IS SAT AT A TABLE ON THE PATIO.

ACROSS THE STREET, GROUPS OF GARCONER,

SENATORIALS AND HUMANS STROLL PAST.

IFAN FENCIS WANDERS DOWN THE STREET

TOWARDS LIZ.

IFAN REACHES LIZ’S SIDE.]

IFAN FENCIS

“Good to see you Liz.”

LIZ CARNEGIE

“Cole’s inside the shop with Horatio.”

IFAN FENCIS

“Lovely. Let’s go for a walk.”

[LIZ GETS TO HER FEET.

IFAN GRIPS LIZ’S SHOULDER.

WITH HIS FREE HAND, IFAN TAPS COORDINATES

INTO HIS E-READER.

THE YEAR REVERTS TO 2014.

IFAN STEPS AWAY FROM LIZ.

CARS DRIVE BY.

LIZ’S TABLE HAS DISAPPEARED.

THE CAFÉ IS CLOSED.

A GROUP OF HOMELESS PEOPLE ARE

PANHANDLING NEARBY.

ITS RAINING.]

IFAN FENCIS

“Lets walk.”

[IFAN AND LIZ HEAD WEST ALONG GEORGIA

STREET.]

IFAN FENCIS

“Things are about to get incredibly bizarre in this town.”

LIZ CARNEGIE

“More bizarre, how is that even possible?”

IFAN FENCIS

“You jest Liz, but that winged serpent from earlier was a mere

precursor to events already set in motion which will culminate this

coming Yule. Cole’s dealing with a personal crisis with Pete as well as

a crazed group of local yokels who’ve taken it upon themselves to

hunt vampires.”

LIZ CARNEGIE

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear the part about vampires. Liz Carnegie is not a

vampire slayer; Liz Carnegie captures strange people who regenerate

after blowing themselves up, whom appear to follow the orders of the

Devil. Was Abbaddon the winged Serpent?”

IFAN FENCIS

“Definitely, long before he became Abbaddon though. He’s been

playing a long game indeed. He‘s a Djinn who corrupted the life stream

of the man who originally possessed the physical body he inhabits.

Cyril Abbaddon was a wealthy physicist in another reality whom funded

an extra-dimensional exploration project led by his son Malcolm. There

was a horrific accident, with as always seems to be the case, the Black

Brigade as the culprits. Malcolm‘s reality was formed from anti-matter

and when he came in contact with matter from our reality, he was

severely damaged on a quantum level. The matter and antimatter

within him fought for dominance, and due to being an antimatter reality,

the antimatter sought outward to wipe out all traces of its opposing

force. It became a disease which became a contagion which spread to

all those around him. The disease gained sentience when it hit Cyril,

which became extra-temporal, hitting the heavenly realms, creating the

Djinn and the Archons; seeking nothing less then the complete

subjugation of everything. But there is hope; a tiny spark of Malcolm

was still sane, that spark came to be born as Cole, then Valerian, then

Francis, then me. There‘s others too numerous to name, but you get

the gist.”

LIZ CARNEGIE

“Well Ifan, so we’re fighting a force that you indirectly created. I forgive

you. What’s Pete’s issue?”

IFAN FENCIS

“Some creep spiked his drink with Meth or Bath Salts or something.

Luckily he didn’t try to eat Cole’s face off like some other Bath Salt

imbibers have done. It was more like a mixture of a roofie and an

overdose of Viagra. The two got in a fight. The sexual frustration

brought on by the stimulant which Cole, worried about Pete’s level of

intoxication refused to fulfil filled Pete with a drug fuelled rage; leading

first to a torrent of verbal abuse, culminating in an attempt on Pete’s

part at felony sexual assault. Which led to him getting the crap beat

out of him by Cole; to which Cole probably feels more guilty over than

Pete does for his actions.”

LIZ CARNEGIE

“So I’m guessing they’re calling it quits?”

IFAN FENCIS

“They won’t have to. The historical record tells us that Pete falls

through a gravity well into Incuba Five’s revolutionary era of two

thousand years ago and writes the Charn chronicles which are still

taught in graduate schools in my day. I and Cole incarnated as Charn

so Pete’s presence makes perfect sense. It happens sometime in

twenty fifteen.”

LIZ CARNEGIE

“I thought it was your sister who wrote the chronicles.”

IFAN FENCIS

“Remember Liz, my sister was Pete, along with Tommy and that guy

Cole killed in nineteen thirteen. Cole painted Pete into the portrait of

Charn, but he portrayed him in another form. He either saw Katherine,

Evelyn through Pete, or picked up my memories of her, allowing him

to capture her likeness on canvas. Its all part of the plan really. Cole

will be able to handle Pete’s disappearance a whole lot easier after

what’s occurred between them last night.”

LIZ CARNEGIE

“You are so utilitarian. So what are we doing?”

IFAN FENCIS

“As we’ve been walking, I’ve had my e-reader scanning for ultra-

dimensional particles, collated to give me a visual image of the

surrounding area emanating from the compressed timeline rubbing up

against our own.”

LIZ CARNEGIE

“That’s a new one on me.”

IFAN FENCIS

“Think of dark matter as the ninety percent of reality that contains all

the other time lines. By scanning for ultra-dimensional particles I can

hone in on a particular time line that is slowly seeping into ours. Come

on, we’ll head back and let you enjoy your day with Cole and Horatio.”

[IFAN AND LIZ TURN IN THE OPPOSITE

DIRECTION, HEADING BACK THE WAY THEY

CAME.

IFAN PLACES A HAND ON LIZ’S SHOULDER.

IFAN AND LIZ DISSOLVE FROM VIEW, BECOMING

EVER MORE FAINT WITH EACH STEP THEY TAKE.]

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