This takes place right after Alexander and Jason escape the demon realm.
INT. THE DEEPEST CHAMBER OF THE DEMON REALM — UNKNOWN DIMENSION
The skies above the Demon Realm weren't made of clouds—they were formed from screams, twisted shadows, and storms that bled. Lightning split through the crimson heavens, revealing a world that had forgotten what light was.
At the very heart of this madness, sitting unmoving on a throne of bone and silence, was ZORAKH THE VOID REAPER, the Demon King himself. His body was carved from ancient stone. His face was masked in obsidian, hiding the infinite nothingness behind it—a void that had watched worlds be born and had crushed them into dust without a word.
He opened his palm slowly. The ancient seal, long buried and guarded, was broken.
The Hunters had returned.
ZORAKH spoke, his voice deep, echoing, vibrating through the bones of the realm.
ZORAKH:
"They walked our threshold. And lived. The storm has begun again."
From the black void beneath his throne, portals didn't just open—they tore into existence. These weren't spells. They were made of pure rage and will.
The others answered.
The Five Lords of the Demon Realm returned.
🔥 GRIVAX THE BURNING STAR was the first to appear.
He didn't step in. He crashed down like a meteor from hell, carving a crater of fire and molten rock beneath him. Wings made of radiant flame spread wide behind his shoulders, searing holes into the very sky. His gold armor dripped with lava, and his eyes shone like twin suns on fire.
He grinned—wild, unhinged, glorious.
GRIVAX (grinning):
"So the humans think they're gods now? Let me burn that belief out of their skin."
⚔️ The next to emerge came with a trail of metal and agony. RAZOK THE BLADE EATER walked in—if you could call it walking. His body was already pierced by seven swords, but he left them there—for fun. His armor was forged from the broken blades of fallen heroes. His teeth were jagged razors, and he was chewing on a broken axe like it was candy.
RAZOK:
"Let me at 'em. One hit. That's all I need. I'll wear their skulls like helmets."
👁️ The room chilled. A whisper floated in—no footsteps, no sound, just cold, poisonous beauty. LILIVARA THE BLOOD ORACLE floated a few inches above the ground, her crimson dress bleeding down like rivers of silk. Her face was hidden behind a veil of shadows, and her long, pale fingers shimmered with cursed rings, each one pulsing with a soul trapped within.
LILIVARA (smiling softly):
"Oh… they are beautiful in pain. I watched their mother scream before she vanished into our arms. Shall I show them what her soul looks like?"
🕯️ The air itself seemed to bend. The light grew sick. Then without a sound, VELKOR THE SOUL BINDER simply appeared—like a wrong thought you couldn't unthink.
His body was wrapped in chains that sang with suffering. Faint glows pulsed from within them—trapped souls, crying, whispering, begging.
He moved one finger, like a maestro conducting agony.
VELKOR:
"The young one… Jason… his soul is already mine. Cracked. Tainted. Waiting to fall."
🩸 The ground split open.
Flesh opened like petals. And from the bleeding cocoon stepped MALEKTA THE SCARLET MOTHER.
She walked barefoot over boiling lava. She cradled a newborn demon baby, twitching, snarling, alive. Her eyes were wild—filled with a grief that had fermented into madness.
MALEKTA:
"They took my child… last time. Let me return the favor. Let me make new children from their bones."
Then… silence.
Not the silence of peace.
The silence of submission.
The entire realm bowed in fear as ZORAKH finally stood.
And when he moved, the whole world trembled.
His voice carried a weight that even gods would bow beneath.
ZORAKH:
"Ten thousand years ago... they stood against us.
They bled for light. They prayed for victory.
But this time... we do not wait.
This time, we destroy them before they awaken fully."
He raised one hand.
A rift opened.
Through it—Earth.
And through that—Alexander and Jason, alive, stronger than before, but still unaware of what they truly are.
ZORAKH (low and final):
"Find them. Break them. Bury their truth in blood."
Back on Earth, the moment one of the demon lords crossed into the realm, the atmosphere changed.
The air became heavy. The wind stopped breathing. Every living thing felt a chill.
Alexander felt it first.
ALEXANDER:
"What unearthly being is this…?"
Gedeon was silent.
Jason turned sharply.
"Why are you afraid, Gedeon? What is it you know that we don't?"
GEDEON (softly):
"Death has come."
Alexander stepped forward.
"What does that mean? What is going on?"
GEDEON:
"I believe… one of the Demon Lords has arrived in our world."
Venessa's eyes widened.
"What Demon Lord? Why now?"
GEDEON:
"Because they know the truth. They now see that you two—Alexander and Jason—are awakening. They want to kill you before you realize what you are."
Jason's fists clenched.
"Then tell us everything. Tell us about them."
Gedeon nodded slowly.
And so… he began.
🕯️ INT. SAFEHOUSE — NIGHT
Rain tapped gently against the windows like ghostly fingers. The room was dark, the only light flickering from a weak flame in a lamp. Shadows leaned in closer as if listening.
Gedeon stood by the window, silent, still.
He turned.
And he told them everything.
TO BE CONTINUE