20. EXT. PALAWAN – DUSK
The black earth shudders, the cracks widening, red steam venting like the very breath of the Devil. There is a smell, the blistering odor of heat and light, of ash and vaporized flesh, a smell that blooms, that permeates the dusk air.
The black earth shudders, then shatters, exploding in midnight fury and poisonous rage, and ZCERNEBOCH, god of the underworld, is loosed once more upon the world.
21. EXT. PALAWAN – DUSK – CONTINUOUS
Zcerneboch is gargantuan, with immense ram-like horns flanking his beastial head. Wings vast and leathery sprout from his shoulder blades. He has only half-emerged from the ground, his lower torso and legs still concealed, and already he is gigantic. Fires smolder in his muscles, his veins pulsing like magma. A fell, black light glows from his eyes and mouth, red steam issuing from his bat-like snout.
Beneath his breath, Mang Tonio continues to pray, resigned that no one, not even God, can hear him now.
Thus, it is with shock, and a not inconsiderable amount of hope, that the old man hears the whistling, as of a figure moving at high speed, fast approaching.
Mang Tonio cranes his neck…. There!
Dying sunlight glinting off red metal wrought into the shape of an eagle’s head.
Habagat!
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HABAGAT artwork by Ian Sta. Maria.
