Church On State -part 1- By Top Tier Story Page

The man presses the button. A soft CHIME. He slumps, eyes glazing over.

I don’t take Alphas.

She was a heretic.

Eat. Drink. Remember that you are loved before you are judged. Church On State -Part 1- By Top Tier Story

The man shakes, silent.

ABEL (late 30s, bearded, gentle but fierce) stands at a makeshift altar. He holds a piece of BREAD in one hand, a CUP of water in the other.

The first murder was a brother. The second will be too. But in the Church On State, they don’t call it murder. They call it... justice. The man presses the button

Silence. Rain drips through a broken gutter.

You believe in God?

POST-CREDITS SCENE (Optional) INT. HIGH SANCTUM - UNKNOWN TIME I don’t take Alphas

A massive chamber. Gold. Screens showing every Enforcer’s biometrics. A VOICE—digitally altered, genderless—speaks to a shadowed figure.

(barely audible) Abel...

I believe in order. That’s the same thing.

Forgiveness doesn’t fill your stomach. The State feeds us. The State gives us purpose.

Two boys, 15 and 13. CAIN (younger) and ABEL (older). They sit on a rusted fire escape. Below: a city that hasn’t yet become a church.