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Twenty-five years ago,
God disappeared.

His angels held man responsible

and declared war on humanity.

The archangel Gabriel
led this war of extermination,

hoping to rid the world of humans
and claim dominion over it.

Some higher angels
refused to take sides,

but the lower angels joined Gabriel.

These lesser spirits lacked bodies,

so their first line of attack
was to steal ours.

But Michael, the greatest of
all Archangels, chose to fight for man.

With his help,
the survivors struck back

and built strongholds
to defend themselves.

Soon word spread
of a baby Michael had saved,

a child who would grow up
to be mankind's savior.

This Chosen One would be known
by the markings on his body.

Finally,
Gabriel and his army retreated,

and we were left with the realization
that not only are angels real,

they are our most hated enemies.

- Join us.

We have an empty seat.

A. Lannon, passcode 2271.
Open the gates.

2271... Respond.

A. Lannon. Passcode 2271.

I've got an angel in pursuit.

- What have you got?
- Distress call, sir. One of ours.

Where the hell are you guys?
Open the damn gate.

Should I let him in, sir?

Open the gate!

2271, open the damn gate.

A. Lannon, passcode...

Ahh!

Warning. Perimeter breach.

Warning. Perimeter breach.

Now entering security zone five.

Now entering security zone five.

All right, all right. Easy.

Yeah, okay.

Give me your hands.

Possession negative.

Lannon! What the hell were you doing
outside the city without authorization?

It was a two-for-one buffet at
the Flamingo. I just couldn't miss it.

What do you think I was doing?
You saw the eight-ball.

It wasn't just one of them.
It was a whole group of them.

We need to tell Riesen now.

No.

Take him to the Archangel.
He's one of his men.

Ah, man.

I'll report to Riesen.

You were a naughty boy tonight.

You shouldn't indulge me.

These evenings would be
much more enjoyable

if you didn't hate yourself after.

Any risk, no matter how small, that
I might have children... is too great.

Would it be such a bad thing?

Vega needs children.

Not children like that.

This has to stop.

Then stop.

Market access is restricted
to V4 and above.

Astro presents our annual
jubilee only at the Whele Arena.

This city's going to hell.

Exiting the city with a vehicle
is a realigning offense.

You're going to get purged down to V0
for this, an untouchable.

It's better than making a home
in Michael's ass

to be a V3 like you.

How'd you do it?

You reprogram one of the gates,
hack the surveillance?

You've got no more mulligans left, Alex.

Michael is going to peck your eyes out
for this.

Leave the whip.

You know the rules and why they exist.

Everything in Vega has a purpose.

It's how the city survives.

Founding law
for the protection and good of all.

Gates are inviolable.

We have a right to leave.
We all do.

No, you don't.

Tell me about the angels.

There were three of them,

all eight-balls.

But something about them was different.

One of them could change his body.

A soldier.

He had wings.

- Where were they?
- A couple of miles down the strip.

- What were they doing?
- Playing Texas hold'em.

Not kidding.

And what were you doing out there?

You know the punishment
for going outside the walls.

I'm going to be purged?

No. You're Archangel Corp,

but if you ever do anything
like this again,

I'll not spare you.

Do you understand me?

Stand up.

I think that's enough, Michael.

He's learned his lesson.

Right, boy?

Tell no one about what you saw.

Not a word about the eight-balls
to anyone.

Now go report for duty.

He shouldn't be outside the walls.
The ruins are too dangerous.

The boy's been sneaking out
since he was a child.

He knows Vega better than anyone.

- He needs discipline.
- Perhaps.

But after what he did for Claire,
I owe him.

The eight-ball came right up
to the gate. They're back.

The planet was teeming with them
during the Extermination.

Bound to be a few stragglers left over
after the wars.

Then why haven't we seen them
in five years?

In the war, the entire lower rank
of angels joined Gabriel.

But unlike Archangels,
Gabriel's lower angels,

the dogs of heaven,

they were lesser spirits
without a physical form.

And they couldn't visit Earth
without a body, so they stole ours.

Then came whispers of a chosen child

who would grow up
to lead mankind out of darkness.

And his legend quickly spread,

giving humanity hope,
a reason to fight back,

and the angels hated it.

They sought to find this chosen child
and destroy him.

Now, it's said that Michael acted alone,

saved the child,
and hid him in such a way

that not even Michael knows
where he is.

- You're late.
- Yeah, sorry. I got held up.

- Asshole.
- You're an asshole.

We continue to hope, no, to believe

that the Chosen One, our savior,

will someday reveal himself to us.

Okay, so that's all for tonight.

Is there anything else
I can help you with tonight, ma'am?

What happened to your head?

- There were eight-balls by the truck.
- What?

Your father told me not to say anything,
so you have to keep quiet.

- Alex, they attacked you.
- It's what they do. I'm fine.

- You need to speak to your dad.
- I know. I know. I will tonight.

I've asked to see him.

I'll tell him about us
and I will get his permission to marry.

But you still have to do
the knee and the ring thing.

Just so happens
I have a knee and a ring.

What?

Alex, he'll say yes. Trust me.
I know him.

You're my shield.
You took a knife for me.

There is no me without you.

We're different...
You and I.

Yeah, what? You think you know him
better than I do.

I know the system better than you.

Claire, the truck is ready.

We have enough supplies
to easily make it to Delphi.

Claire, they don't have numbers there.
Everyone is equal.

We could start a new life.

But it's got to be tomorrow night.

The city will be busy with the jubilee
and you can slip out.

But it won't come to that.
He'll say yes.

But if he doesn't,

wherever you go...

I follow.

Okay?

What's your name, soldier?

Alex Lannon, V2,
House Riesen, A.A. Corp.

Alex Lannon...

It's against our law for you to
be alone with Claire, Alex, so...

Next time, make sure
you're accompanied by another guard.

Principe.

Uh, please, Claire, not you.
I'm still the same William

- you played marbles with in this room.
- Yes, and always beat.

Yeah, maybe you should
call me "Principe".

It does sound much better
when it comes from you.

You missed services tonight.

- I was teaching.
- That's right.

You know I admire your work
with Vega's less fortunate.

You of all people know
how important it is

that our faith must be nurtured.
It must be, uh, kept like a promise.

It troubles me
that so many of Vega's citizens

have forgotten this simple truth.

Yes.

Let us pray.

Ah!

Hey, Bix.

What'd you do now?

I got on the wrong side of the peacock,
but Riesen stepped in.

You should keep out
of anything to do with the tops.

Yeah, they're no different than us.
They just got a better number.

When was the last time you ate?

Here, I ate at the palace.

Slow down.

You scarf, you barf.

You want to know a secret?

One day,

we're going to live somewhere
where there aren't any numbers.

Where we aren't told what to do,
what to eat,

where to sleep
and whom to marry.

One day, we're going to be free.

Promise?

I promise.

Stay close the next day or so.

Something big is going to happen,
and whichever way it goes,

you're coming with me.

Good. Keep quiet.

Ssh.

Consul.

General.

Oh, looky here.

I asked the horticulturist to
grow these on the agri-towers.

Did I ever tell you I grew up on a farm?

No.

In Nebraska.

Yeah, we had these blackberries
growing on the edge of our property.

Great big, juicy,
they were so full of juice.

My favorite.

But the bush belonged to a widow
who owned the next plot,

and my father forbid us from eating
them because they weren't ours.

I didn't care.

I'd sneak out there and I'd... I'd
eat them until I couldn't eat anymore.

One afternoon,
I plumb forgot to wash my hands.

My fingers were stained black
with the juice.

He beat me senseless.

Tough man.

He was right.

Rules are there for a reason.

I never much cared for berries.

There was an angel attack
on a soldier outside the walls today.

Small group, three angels,
easily destroyed.

Not all of them.

One survived.

Don't worry. It's been taken care of.

But the Archangel is concerned,
and you should be, too.

Michael sees evil portent
in everything and everyone.

It was an isolated incident,
nothing more,

no further sightings
on our long-range scans.

We deployed the drone, all clear.

We don't want it getting out.

It could cause panic.

Perhaps that wouldn't be a bad thing.

We've done our jobs too well.

Vega has grown complacent.

Lazy.

So, we are looking forward to
the announcement of the jubilee.

Yes.

Tomorrow then.

I've been guarding David Whele
for six months.

I finally saw what he feeds
that tiger of his.

It's not a tiger. It's a lion.

- Is there a difference?
- Yeah. Stripes.

Whatever. It gets steak for dinner,

dry-aged porterhouse.

When was the last time
you even tasted beef?

Cat's one of a kind.
We're a dime a dozen.

Speak for yourself.

- Hey, boys.
- Noma.

Hey, Ethan, can you weasel your way
into a bottle of scotch for me tonight?

"Weasel"? Really?

- She means "charm" your way.
- No, I meant "weasel."

You know what goes great with scotch,
Noma?

Porterhouse steak, and I can get some.
My gift to you.

Alex, I'll grab one for you, too.

We're going to eat like tigers tonight.

- Lions.
- Tigers.

You've been logging some
serious overtime at House Riesen.

I go where I'm told.

So, General Riesen
has just decided to tighten security?

Why wouldn't he?
He's Lord of the city.

The man's concerned about
his daughter's safety.

Who said anything about his daughter?

No one. It's just...

You know how he is about Claire.

Yeah.

He cares a lot about her, doesn't he?

- Don't the Wheles ever sleep?
- Not if there's money to be made.

It's the delegation from Helena.

It's been a while since I've seen anyone
from Helena behind these walls.

Have you ever seen
one of their kids before?

They keep them hidden. It's their law.

You think that kid's the One?

The Chosen One's a myth.

That's something they tell children
to give them hope.

I don't understand
why you'd have me travel all this way

to see another of your factories.

Oh, this isn't one of our factories.

Has Evelyn considered my proposal?

She's not ready to
join in a treaty with you,

which may pit us against New Delphi.

Trading, yes.

Armaments, a mutual defense pact...
Not now.

Evelyn wished to give you this.

A Derringer.

One of these killed Abraham Lincoln.

A thoughtful gift.

You obviously learned a lot about me
on your last visit.

A passion for weapons is hard to forget.

I would prefer you remember me
for something more inspiring.

And what would that be?

Hope.

Gone are the days
when darkness was something to fear.

With this technology,

the lights of Vega will shine as
a beacon of hope for a thousand years.

Along with food and our medicines,

I can offer 500 brides
all of childbearing age,

in exchange for the technology
to build our own reactor.

There will be time to negotiate later.

My men will show you the bungalows

where you can rest and freshen up
after your flight.

Thank you, David.

And tomorrow night, you'll be my guest

at the yearly Jubilee
in the Grand Arena.

It's a small gesture
the House of Whele makes

to inspire and entertain the city.

Good night, Arika.

Good night.

I wonder if the brides she was offering
would be spies.

Possible. We have so much they don't.

Helena has the only air force
in the cradle.

A fleet of aircraft they inherited
from Hill Air Force Base.

That cripple, Riesen,
won't be an obstacle much longer.

Once we have consolidated our position
and you've been made Lord of the city,

we'll want her as an ally.

Jeep.

I see you still like the highest perch.

It's been 15 years.

I thought you were dead.

Fourteen and a half. But who's counting?

What does everyone else think?

The same.

David Whele built you a statue
in memoriam.

That's... creepy.

It's not a good likeness.

Looks more like Whele than you.

He hasn't changed.

We all assumed the tattoos
were lost to us.

No.

Have you deciphered any of them?

It isn't just a language to decipher,
it's something else,

and from what I could find,
there's no historical equivalent.

Much of the last 14 years
was spent on wild goose chases

looking for the names of
prophets I had misspelled

or tasks I thought
I was commanded to carry out.

Other than the Vicar prayer of exorcism,
which must have been a fluke,

the rest of the tattoos
are indecipherable.

How is he?

What's he like?

Undisciplined,

strong-willed, passionate,

mercurial,

good.

- Can you bring him to me?
- Yes.

Everything's about to change.

War is coming.

People have lived inside
these walls so long

they've forgotten
they're not prisoners.

Uh, father, there's something
that I need to...

I'm stepping down
from ruling Vega.

The city is strong enough
to give power back to the people.

Let them make their own way
going forward.

The people are not ready.

Vega is not ready.

And Senator Whele will never
give up power that easily.

He won't allow the people
to govern themselves.

Father, if you step down
in the name of democracy,

he will turn this city
into a dictatorship.

And what do you think it is now?

You're a good man.

Am I?

Why now?

We have worked so hard
to build this city into what it is.

You can't just give up.

I am not giving up.

I'm moving forward. So should you.

You have the strength of character
that Vega desperately needs, Claire.

You'll be important to its survival, and
soon, you'll be called on to protect it.

So, what was it you wished to tell me?

Nothing.

It was nothing.

You're as paranoid as ever.

If that were true, you'd be dead.

Tell me about the boy.

I've never seen
any of your children before.

Why bring him here?

Roan isn't one of our children.

He's favored by Evelyn.

She dotes on him like an adopted son.

Oh.

Why?

He's a savant.

Knows 20 languages.

Can play a Bach piano concerto,
recite Shakespeare.

His knowledge of history is astonishing.

He's amazing,

teaching us many things,

but he's painfully shy
and needs to be treated gently.

Roan wanted to see the great city of
Vega and Evelyn denies him nothing.

She believes he's special.

Very special.

And you?

I've never seen a child quite like him.

A boy with those gifts
could be useful to Vega.

He's not for sale.

Everything has a price.

She wants to see you upstairs.

Needs some stuff
from the supply center for tonight.

Yes, ma'am.

I need these filled by early afternoon.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Listen,

something is happening with my father
that could change everything.

I couldn't bring it up to him.

So tonight, after the Jubilee,
we'll leave as planned.

That'll be all. Thank you.

Come with me.

Okay, okay, okay.

You've trained him well, Michael.

Dad?

How did you get here?

I came back last night to see you.

To talk.

I'm not interested
in anything you have to say.

You gave me up.

A scribbled note left in the night
made that clear.

Do you remember what it said?

I do. "You'll be an orphan now, Alex."

I didn't think I would make it back.

I was 11. You left me alone.

You had Michael.

He isn't even human.

Human enough to side with us
against his own.

The only one to fight for us.

Without Michael,
we would have lost the war.

Alex, nothing's been done
that wasn't necessary.

Necessary?

Do you realize by making me an orphan
you put me in the lowest caste.

A "one."

If I hadn't become a soldier,
I wouldn't have had anywhere to sleep

or anything to eat.

You basically left me to die.

It isn't the life I would have chosen
for you. None of it is.

And you.

You knew this all along.

Alex?

You go back to whatever hole
you crawled out of.

You don't have a son.

We need to bring the council
together today, before the Jubilee.

Did I do the right thing for Alex?

That remains to be seen.

They found this at the altar.

I don't understand.

The angels took everything from us,

and there are idiots
who still worship them.

I know, but the Acolytes
are still a small and secretive group.

- They can't hide forever.
- Good.

My followers will find them.

Keep them searching.

Come on inside.

It was caught outside the city walls
this morning

trying to find a way inside.

You've brought one into the city?

People need to be reminded
of what we're up against,

and who's protected them all this time.

You're sharpening that
like you're going to kill somebody.

Yeah, you. You're late.

I was working in the laundry
and they wouldn't let me go.

I'm sorry. I had a bad day.

You want to talk about it?

It's in the past.

Bixby, you gotta meet me
at the south entrance of the arena.

Access is restricted to V2 and above.

- Can you get in?
- Yeah.

10:00p.m. tonight.

Do you understand?
You can't be late.

- What's going on?
- You'll see.

And, Bixby, you can't tell anyone.

You got it?

She's more of a man than you.

What's Michael being so cryptic about?

Yep, I'm alive.

How?

Thick-headedness.

I haven't been able to decipher
anything of substance from the tattoos.

Can Michael?

No.

But more importantly, I found Gabriel.

What?

I guess it was wishful thinking
that he might have died in the bombings.

He's built a fortress
and an army of the possessed

in the mountains outside of Boulder.

They seem to have adapted.

Gabriel is massing for another war.

It gets worse.

A few of the higher angels
have joined Gabriel

and they can appear perfectly human.

In the same way as Michael and Gabriel?

Yes.

They belong to the second sphere
of angels, the "Powers."

They were born to be warriors
to keep the other angels in line,

and, like Gabriel,
some of them have always hated man.

The Powers are far more dangerous

than the angels that possessed mankind
during the Extermination.

I had hoped they would sit out this war.

Gabriel's obviously persuaded
some of them to join him.

His name is Furiad.

We should cancel the Jubilee,
alert the city.

Agreed.

All of this has convinced me
it's time to reveal the Chosen One.

- You know who it is?
- Yeah.

- Who?
- We will tell you soon enough.

I don't have time for this.

There's no Chosen One,
no one coming to save us.

There never was.

We're the chosen ones,
not some imaginary savior.

That isn't true.

The Savior's real. The baby lived.

That's your delusion, not mine.

So the baby lived.

Many babies lived. We lived.

Hear them out, David.

Michael has never misled us.

Michael may not be a mystery to you,
Madam Consul,

but he is to me.

What were you planning on doing?

Find some random child
and tell us he's the baby?

What proof do we have?

How do we measure him?
On your word alone?

You have faith.

Oh, that died a long time ago,
Archangel,

when your kind laid waste to my planet.

And war is coming?

Not news to me.

It never ended.

We are the angels' natural enemy.

It won't be over until either
they're extinct or we are.

And what we have to do is prepare
everyone for that inevitability.

Lead them...

And we lead them
by attending the Jubilee.

People need a release
from the stress of the city,

but more important,
they need something to inspire them.

So, General, tonight has to go forward.
We cannot cancel.

After that, I... I'll be the first
to reconvene here and roll my sleeves up

and do whatever it takes
to keep us safe.

But don't ask me to put my faith
in some child god...

A savior.

I'll never do it again.

We should cancel the Jubilee.

Tonight goes ahead.

How could you allow it?

- Allow what?
- Allow him to have you.

It's work. Nothing more.

Evelyn won't see it that way.

I've got nothing to say to you.

Then I'll do the talking.

I never knew there were any pictures
of my mother.

This is the only one.

It's been my good luck charm
all these years.

Now it's yours.

Welcome, Vega.

Tonight we celebrate our resilience,

our fortitude,

and our collective courage.

Every year we use this,
our Jubilee,

to be reminded of the past,

but also to look forward.

And it is in that spirit
of looking forward

that I have an announcement to make

of incredible importance to this,
our beloved city...

To Vega.

Tonight...

Tonight, our city will become stronger.

It will become unified.

Because tonight, it is my great pleasure

to announce the engagement
of Claire Riesen

to William Whele.

Come on, son.

Come and take a bow.

- Come.
- Come on, Claire. Stand up.

Through their marriage, we will join
Vega's two greatest houses,

the House of Riesen and Whele,

thus securing the safety and future
of this wondrous city.

Now...

As is our custom at the Jubilee,

we celebrate the soldiers
who stand on our walls,

who protect us, and keep us safe,

so that we can enjoy this life.

But tonight,

we have something extra special.

Thomas Ford is one
of Vega's greatest champions.

A legend for killing 22 eight-balls
in battle with nothing but his knife.

Let's hear it for Thomas.

Well, Thomas,
it's time to meet the 23rd.

Okay, settle down now.

There's nothing to fear.
We are in complete control.

You allowed him to bring one
into the city?

But it's good.
It's always good...

I had no idea.

...to be reminded of what we face.

What is out there waiting for us.

The thing that asks nothing
but takes all.

It must be destroyed.

Gabriel.

- Oh, my.

- Come on. Let's go!

Warning. Security breach.

How the hell did they get that close
without us knowing?

- Warning. Security breach.
- Ah, hell.

Fire.

Go.

Code red.
A citywide attack is imminent.

Get Claire and Riesen to bunker eight.
Stay there until I come and get you.

Go. Go. Go. Bunker Eight.

Code red.
A citywide attack is imminent.

- Bixby!

Alex, no!

Bixby!

Bixby!

Bixby!

Bixby!

Get back! Get back! Get back!

- Bixby!
- Help!

Bixby! Bixby!

Alex!

Claire!

I am so sorry. I didn't know.

Listen, we don't have enough time
right now. We gotta get out of here.

No, no, no. Claire, Claire, this way.

Run!

What am I looking at?

Three angels, sir.
They've breached the city's defenses.

We managed to destroy one of them,
but two made it over the wall.

Where are they headed?

The reactor, sir.

Reinforce the compound.
Use every available unit.

Incoming!

Fire! Fire!

Come on.

Let's go.

Leave right now. Tonight.

Leave the city?
It's under attack. This is a code red.

It's perfect.

By the time they begin looking for us,
we'll be halfway to Delphi.

I can't...

Not right now.
My father needs me and Vega needs us.

We have to stay and protect the city.

We'll work this out. Nobody's going to
tell me who to marry, Alex.

What makes you think
you're going to have a choice, huh?

If we go through that door, Claire,
we're staying.

We're never going to leave.

Alex, I promise.
I promise I will make this right.

Trust me.

Please. Don't leave me.

Sir, what's...

Get me a picture.

Sir, the reactor camera
is not there anymore.

Every camera in the city is dark.

- What are you doing?
- Michael needs my help.

- Michael can handle himself.
- Out of my way.

If this bunker is breached, all of
Vega's leaders are within these walls.

And Claire? She's your responsibility.
You're needed here.

I'm needed out there more.

You can't help him now. No one can.

It won't take long
to restore power to Vega.

We'll soon get our defenses back online.

I have every confidence in you, David.

I was so worried.

Thank the Savior you're all right.

Mmm. I am.

Stop firing!

I need a med kit!

You're ready.

I... I believe in you.

You...

You are the Chosen One.

The last words from a dying brain.

That man was hallucinating.

Ridiculous.

Get up.

Arrest her.

You have to believe me, David.
We had no part in this.

- And round up her entourage.
- I had no idea what Roan was.

He was deceiving all of us.
What would we have to gain?

- Please, think.
- I am.

General, please. You must listen to me.

Go! Go!

I don't want her hurt.

Arresting Arika could spark another war.

We're already at war.

They brought that thing into the city
and it killed Jeep.

And you unleashed that monstrosity at
the Jubilee. How is this any different?

You knew what you were doing,
it's not sure that she did.

Vega has become unfocused,
and so have you.

My little demonstration
couldn't have worked any better.

Now we'll all be ready
for the battle that's coming.

So...

Alex Lannon, show us your arms.

Who's that?

Bixby.

- Designation?
- V1.

V1? What is she doing here?

She's with me.

She's under my protection.

The protection of House Riesen.

Well, she better be able
to keep a secret,

because no one here is going to
breathe a word of this to anyone

until we figure out what it all means.
Is that understood?

- She'll be quiet.
- I promise.

I'm fine.

What happened?

The reactor was damaged,
but containment held.

For now.

The boy was an angel.

Another member of the Powers.

That's why he was able to
pass through our scanners.

Jeep was right.

More than one higher angel has
joined Gabriel in his war against us.

Cover up.

Make sure none of the tattoos show.

Alex is the baby I saved
all those years ago.

He is under my protection.

I don't believe this.
Alex Lannon is the Chosen One.

Or even that the baby was ever real.

You saw the tattoos.
You saw what happened.

I saw the tattoos transfer
from Jeep to Alex.

But I've seen more extraordinary things
happen since this insanity began.

And so have I.

The tattoos are a harbinger
of what's to come.

They will usher in a period of hope.

Save it for your flock, William.

Religious theater is one thing.
This is politics.

My faith is not a theater,
nor is it a delusion.

I don't know what it all means,

but I'm not bowing to anyone,
and you aren't either.

Alex Lannon is now our greatest threat,

and Claire Riesen is in love with him,
which makes your union that much harder.

What?

You're wrong. He's just a guard.

Not any more.

Oh, William, come on.

I'm sorry, but your feelings for Claire
have obviously blinded you

to what was plain to see in that room,

which makes it more imperative than ever
that we take full control of Vega.

Evelyn isn't going to like us
holding Arika in prison.

Riesen thought she was innocent.

She seemed to be speaking the truth when
she said she had no idea what Roan was.

I don't care.

That city is full of assassins.
How do you think Evelyn came to power?

You know Arika is Evelyn's wife,
don't you?

Don't agree with Riesen about anything
ever again.

Get me Unit Commandress.

- This is for heads of department.
- I need a word.

- Claire, I'm in the middle...
- Now.

- Leave us.
- Yes, sir.

How could you do this to me?

I am not a chess piece
to be traded for advantage.

And you lied to me.

You knew I'd never go for it,
so you decided to just spring it on me

in front of the whole city
to force me against my will.

You said it yourself,
Whele will not cede power on his own,

and I can't rule Vega forever.

I'm... tired.

We need to join House Whele
with House Riesen

and give the people a government
that's united.

Then, over time, from the inside,
you can guide Vega towards a Republic.

William is not like David.
He wants the same things I do.

We need Vega strong, not subjugated.

Everything is strategy
and tactics to you, isn't it?

Even your own family.

I don't love him.

Does that not mean anything to you?

Yes, it does.

I love Alex. I do.

He's a good man.

He saved your life,
and you have misplaced feelings for...

My feelings are not misplaced.

I love him.

And Jeep says he's the Chosen One.

I have no idea what he is.

I deal with things I understand,
facts, not fiction.

And what I do know is that your destiny

is too important
to the future of this city

to be derailed
by you choosing the wrong man.

We all do things, Claire.

Things we hate to do.

Your mother was possessed
the first night of the war.

She went crazy and came after you.

She would have killed you
if I hadn't stopped her.

This must be done.

You must marry William.

You must lead Vega.

Our survival depends on it.

Notify the next of kin,

and burn the bodies.

You were never alone.

What?

When Jeep left, you were never alone.

I watched over you.

I made sure you joined the army.

I formed the Archangel Corp

so that I could stay close to you
without arising suspicion.

Everything was done
so you could train in secret.

No one could know who you were.

Am I supposed to thank you?

Thank Jeep for all of this?

No. It just is.

As your father, Jeep held the tattoos
on his body for when you were ready.

He knew it might mean his death.

I'm not ready.

I'm no savior.

You are.

It's up to you to decipher the tattoos.

I bore them on my body before
they were transferred onto Jeep's.

But they were always meant
for the Chosen One.

First the tattoos were on you, then
they were on Jeep, then they're on me,

how do I know they're not meant
for someone else?

What are they?

Our fate,

our hope,

written in a language
long since forgotten,

one even I don't know.

Can you show them to me?

Can you read them?

I can't.

You must.

This is war and only one side can win.

What's in those tattoos
will guide you through what's to come.

They will lay out the path
through which mankind can be redeemed

and Gabriel and his Legions pushed back.

But this path
will not be easily traversed.

At every step,

you must choose which course to take.

I believe you are the only one
that can end this war.

I'm just a man, Michael.

How can you be sure?

Nothing is ever certain.

But Jeep had hope, Alex.

He had faith in you,

and so do I.

Try.

Can you discern anything?

No.

My son, William.

We found him.

The longer I've lived among the humans,

the more I've learned to respect them.

Not because they are noble

or somehow worthy of love, of respect.

No.

I'm not deluded by
their small accomplishments,

their art, their weapons of war.

I was soaring the heavens

when they were living in caves
clawing for worms to eat.

But after the last thirty years,

I now more clearly recognize
their tenacity,

the way they cling
to their miserable lives.

Their ability to fight, steal, lie,

even kill their own

in demonstrating
their will to survive at any cost.

That sets them apart
from other creatures.

But make no mistake,

the lowly cockroach
has more in common with mankind

than any angel,

and that is why they must be destroyed.

They were given our birthright,

gifted a paradise,

and some great pestilence swept forth

and turned this planet
into a polluted husk,

a place of destruction and hatred.

What I do now is a service,

a cleansing,

a return to balance.

And when the last of them
is nothing more than a memory,

I will breathe easy,

and so will He.

And maybe then,

His long disappointment over,

our Father will return to us.

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