The air inside the safehouse thickened as if it, too, feared the names Gedeon was about to speak.
Alexander sat on the floor, legs crossed, muscles tensed. Jason leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes sharp with suspicion. Venessa sat near the table, eyes locked on Gedeon like a hawk on prey. She was the fire now. She was ready.
Gedeon took a step away from the window and into the center of the room. His expression had shifted—no longer just calm, but ancient. Like a storm trapped in flesh.
Then he spoke.
GEDEON (low, steady):
"There are six of them. Not just demons. Lords. Ancient. Powerful. Each one commands their own realm within the underworld."
He paused. The wind outside howled.
"They're not mindless. They're not wild. They're not beasts. They're something worse."
"They're strategic. They're patient. And they are… eternal."
The temperature dropped. Even the shadows leaned closer, as if hungry for his words.
GEDEON:
"We call them… the Six Pillars of Ruin."
"When they move, the Earth bleeds."
He turned to face the Hunters fully.
⚫️ 1. ZORAKH THE VOID REAPER
Gedeon's voice dropped into a reverent tone.
"The king. The first. He sits on the throne of silence. He has no eyes. No mouth. Just endless darkness."
"His power? Time and space. He can erase you like you never existed. He doesn't fight often… but when he does, history forgets what came before."
Jason's face tightened.
JASON:
"So he's the puppet master?"
GEDEON:
"No. He's the void itself. Even the other lords… fear him."
🔥 2. GRIVAX THE BURNING STAR
"A fallen angel," Gedeon said, his eyes burning with memory. "He used to be glory. Light. Fire."
"But now? He's only fire."
"Everything burns around him—mercy, love, reason. When he lands, cities don't stand. They melt."
Venessa blinked, stunned.
VENESSA:
"We'll need more than bullets for that…"
GEDEON:
"You'll need faith. And something older than steel."
🩸 3. LILIVARA THE BLOOD ORACLE
"She's the one who sees," Gedeon continued. "The Oracle."
"Her visions are carved in blood. She doesn't just see the future—she sees your guilt, your pain, your memories. And she weaponizes them."
Alexander looked down. One name echoed in his head. Lydia.
ALEXANDER (whispering):
"Great. A mind reader."
GEDEON:
"No. Worse. A heart breaker."
⚔️ 4. RAZOK THE BLADE EATER
Gedeon's jaw tightened.
"He doesn't talk. Doesn't think. He only kills."
"Blades don't hurt him. He eats them. He feeds off your weapons."
"I once saw him chew through a knight's sword… and rip the man in half using the handle."
Jason tilted his head slightly, half impressed.
JASON:
"Okay… that one sounds kinda sick."
GEDEON:
"Don't admire him. He'll carve that admiration out of your chest."
🕯️ 5. VELKOR THE SOUL BINDER
Gedeon's voice grew cold.
"Velkor doesn't touch your body. He whispers."
"And when he whispers, your soul kneels."
"He weaves chains out of your regret. He finds your weakest memory… and pulls."
Venessa shivered.
VENESSA:
"So we're fighting ghosts?"
GEDEON:
"No. You're fighting the parts of yourself you thought were dead."
🩻 6. MALEKTA THE SCARLET MOTHER
"She births monsters. From her own flesh."
"She sees herself as the mother of all demons. But she's not maternal. She's obsession in the form of a woman. Grief, rage, madness."
"Her scream creates demons. Her tears feed them."
Alexander stood now, fists clenched.
ALEXANDER:
"And she sees us as what? Toys?"
GEDEON:
"No. Bones. Blood. Tools for more pain."
Gedeon walked to the center of the room. He stood before them—not just a mentor now, but a soldier of Heaven.
He looked at each of them with sharp, knowing eyes.
GEDEON (quiet, but firm):
"They know you're awake. They know your names."
"And worst of all… they remember you from before."
Venessa stepped forward.
VENESSA:
"Before what?"
GEDEON (pausing, then speaking with finality):
"Before you were reborn. Before this life. Before you were… The Hunters."
He tossed a folded map onto the table.
When it opened, six red dots glowed across it—marked in blood.
Six places. Six domains. Six lords. One war.
GEDEON:
"They're not hiding anymore.
They're coming."
ALEXANDER:
"Then what are we supposed to do… now that we're being hunted?"
GEDEON (without hesitation):
"We train. Until you open that briefcase."
⚔️ THE TRAINING BEGINS
EXT. ABANDONED CHURCH — DAY
The sun was barely visible through the clouds. Cracks in the stained glass cast fractured rainbows across the ruins of the altar.
The building smelled like dust, rust, and old prayers. This was home now.
No Wi-Fi. No comfort.
Just grit. Silence. And the weight of prophecy.
Jason stood shirtless, fists wrapped, arms bruised. He was breathing like a beast.
Alexander gripped a wooden stick, swinging it like it was a battle axe. Sweat dripped from his jawline. His fists bled. He wasn't counting reps—he was fighting demons in his mind.
Venessa watched quietly, writing in an old leather journal Gedeon had given her. Her eyes never blinked. Her hands were steady.
JASON:
"This is stupid. We're swinging sticks while demons are plotting to skin us alive."
ALEXANDER (gritting his teeth):
"You wanna die in your first real fight?"
JASON:
"I wanna fight with something that hurts."
Alexander dropped his stick and walked to the briefcase.
Black. Cold. Sealed shut.
It pulsed.
Waiting.
Jason knelt beside him.
ALEXANDER (quiet):
"Gedeon said the real weapons are inside. The ones we used… before."
JASON:
"Then let's break it open."
They tried.
Everything.
Pulling. Slamming. Picking the lock. A crowbar. Holy water.
Nothing.
Not a single scratch.
VENESSA (calmly from behind):
"It's not about force. It's about timing."
"Gedeon said… 'when you're ready.'"
JASON (frustrated):
"And what the hell does that mean?"
VENESSA:
"Maybe you have to become who you were… before this life."
⚔️ "The Fire Before the Flame" — THE TRAINING MONTAGE BEGINS
INT. CHURCH — DAY ONE
Dust choked the air. The cracked windows bled rays of dull sunlight. Every corner looked like a shadow waiting to attack.
But this place…
This was the beginning.
Jason collapsed mid push-up.
His hands scraped against the cold stone.
JASON (gasping):
"Thirty… thirty-one…"
He fell again.
From the other side of the church, Alexander swung his wooden axe with fury, teeth clenched.
Each hit cracked the dummy harder.
Until—SNAP.
The target broke in two.
Alexander screamed. Not at it. At himself.
Venessa sat cross-legged in silence, meditating.
Eyes closed. Breath held. Trying to hear anything divine.
But the only thing she found… was silence.
EXT. CHURCH COURTYARD — DAY THREE
Rain. Hard. Cold.
Jason punched through it, soaked to the bone. His fists tore through the air like war drums.
JASON (whispering to himself):
"Don't stop. You'll never protect him if you stop."
Nearby, Alexander slammed his fists into a wall. Again. Again. Again.
Blood ran down the brick.
ALEXANDER (growling):
"You're supposed to lead.
So lead."
INT. CHURCH — NIGHT
Silence.
Pain.
Growth.
They lay across the floor, breath heavy, muscles torn, but spirit unshaken.
Jason stood and grabbed three blades.
Throw. Miss.
Throw. Miss.
Throw. THUNK.
It landed.
Alexander said nothing.
He stood and nodded once.
ALEXANDER:
"Tomorrow we go harder."
Venessa stepped up, journal in hand.
VENESSA:
"Tomorrow… we don't just train.
We prepare for war."
That night, thunder shook the building.
Lightning lit the sky.
The briefcase glowed.
Just for a second.
Alexander saw it.
He walked over, touched it.
It was warm.
It hummed.
Then… nothing.
ALEXANDER (whispering to himself):
"What are you waiting for?"
He looked over at Jason—sleeping. Then at Venessa—passed out with her journal open.
ALEXANDER (softly):
"We're not ready yet… but we will be."
🩸 TO BE CONTINUED…
🔥 Next Chapter: "The Trials of Memory" — When the seal activates, nothing will be the same. Jason, Alexander, and Venessa will be pulled apart, each into a world made of their past. They won't just fight demons—they'll face who they used to be.
The past lives.
The war remembers.