INT. ABANDONED HOSPITAL — DEMON REALM MIRROR
The blood mirror pulsed like a wounded heart.
Its crimson light flickered with grief... and then rage.
Malekta stood before it, her silhouette tall, haunting, and regal—
A goddess of wrath wearing sorrow like a crown of thorns.
Her black eyes burned, pupils swirling like galaxies collapsing.
Within the mirror, she had watched every moment:
— The Bone Reaper falling.
— The child escaping.
— Venessa rising.
Her fingers trembled—only for a moment.
MALEKTA (whispering like venom):
"No…"
One nail scraped the surface of the mirror—
Red smoke curled into the air like poison drawn from a soul.
MALEKTA (again, louder, broken):
"No."
And then—
She roared.
The kind of roar that made the walls weep blood.
The kind that made lesser demons explode where they stood, burned by her fury.
The kind of scream only a mother of monsters could birth—grief and fury woven into every echo.
She tore the mirror from its throne and crushed it between her clawed fingers.
Shards of burning glass cut her hands—she did not flinch.
The blood on her palms boiled.
Demons around her fell to their knees. Some burst into flame. Others collapsed, blind and deaf from the force of her wrath.
MALEKTA (growling, pacing):
"My general… my son…
Destroyed by children of dust… and memory."
Each step she took rippled the floor like raw flesh underfoot.
Reality warped around her heels.
Then she stopped.
Still.
Silent.
A whisper—not weak, but ancient.
MALEKTA:
"Enough games."
"They want to fight as one?"
"Then we divide the light."
From the shadows, a ring of high demons emerged—beasts wrapped in heat and hate, bowed low in fear.
MALEKTA (commanding):
"Prepare the divide."
"Rip their bonds. Steal their weapons. Feed them fear."
"Take them to the places they remember—or long to forget."
"And there…"
"…break them."
🔥 SCENE 2: The Hunters Fall Into the Trap
EXT. BROOKLYN STREETS — NIGHT
The city was a graveyard of flame and silence.
Jason, Alexander, Venessa, and Gedeon stood in the middle of a crumbled intersection, surrounded by smoke, firelight, and the scent of war.
They were ready—tired, bleeding, but ready.
And then…
The wind died.
The sky cracked—bleeding red veins across the night.
And the ground beneath them pulsed.
GEDEON (tense, eyes scanning):
"It's her."
VENESSA (raising her stance):
"She's not hiding anymore."
Then it came—the quake.
The street split.
Crimson rings of ancient runes spun beneath their feet.
ALEXANDER:
"It's a seal—MOVE!"
But it was too late.
The spell activated.
The ground wasn't ground anymore—it became smoke, memory, and void.
Jason reached for his brother—
His hand passed through thin air.
Venessa screamed—vanishing in a beam of white fire.
Gedeon lifted his sword—then dropped as if pulled by invisible chains.
And Alexander? He fell, spiraling into blackness—alone.
🕳️ SEPARATED: ALEXANDER — THE PIT OF MEMORY
Darkness.
No air. No noise. Just the heavy sound of his own heart.
Then—
A voice.
Soft. Familiar.
Alive.
VOICE:
"Alex?"
He turned.
The shadows thinned.
And there—standing in a field of wilted, bone-colored flowers—
Isabella.
Unchanged.
Unaged.
Just as he remembered her before the chaos. Before the demons. Before death.
ISABELLA:
"You said you'd never forget me."
His knees buckled.
He dropped into the flowers like they were ash.
ALEXANDER (trembling):
"This… This isn't real."
ISABELLA (smiling sadly):
"Why not?"
"Didn't you wish, every night, that you could see me again?"
Her voice coiled around his soul—
Too gentle. Too true.
ISABELLA (head tilting, voice sharper):
"You didn't save me."
Behind her, the sky peeled apart—
A demon stepped through, wearing her face like a mask of flesh.
Its mouth stretched too wide. Its arms too long. Its voice—familiar but corrupted.
MALEKTA'S VOICE (echoing around him):
"Face the truth, Alexander.
You carry rage…
But beneath it—you carry regret."
Alexander reached back—
His axes were gone.
He stood empty-handed.
Alone.
Again.
"The Blade Within" – Jason vs. Himself
INT. THE HOUSE OF LIES – NO TIME, NO MERCY
Jason woke up alone.
The floor beneath him shifted like oil. The walls bent like sorrow.
The hallway he stood in stretched forever…
And on every wall—portraits of failure.
One showed Alexander lying in blood.
Another—Venessa burning with her wings torn off.
And one—Jason himself, holding a sword, smiling… dripping with betrayal.
He turned away.
The hallway twisted with him.
JASON (to himself):
"This isn't real. This is just Malekta's sick game."
But it was more than illusion.
This was memory.
This was guilt sculpted into space.
Then came the voice.
Not from ahead. Not behind.
VOICE (whispering from within):
"You never told him the truth…"
A mirror formed at the end of the hall.
Cracked. Dripping. Breathing.
Jason's reflection shimmered—then stepped out.
DARK JASON.
Same face. Same eyes.
But colder.
Empty.
DARK JASON (calm, accusing):
"You let him die once."
"You'll do it again."
JASON (tense):
"Shut up."
DARK JASON (stepping closer):
"You call yourself a brother.
But you're just a shadow pretending to shine."
Jason stepped back.
He reached for his blades—
Gone.
DARK JASON (smirking):
"Exactly."
🔥 THE FIGHT BEGINS
Fist met fist.
Jason struck first—rage in his knuckles.
But Dark Jason moved like memory itself—faster, sharper, meaner.
Every punch was a mistake.
Every kick, a scream.
Every blow—a whisper from the past.
DARK JASON (slamming him into a wall):
"You watched her die."
"You kept it from him."
"You lied."
Jason roared—headbutted back—fought dirty, fought desperate.
But he couldn't win.
Not like this.
😤 JASON'S STRUGGLE
He fell to the floor.
Blood in his mouth.
Shame in his lungs.
Visions swirled:
Alexander bleeding out.
A girl's scream.
Venessa reaching for him, falling into darkness.
And himself—turning away.
JASON (softly):
"I didn't mean to…"
Then—
A new voice.
Not from his enemy.
From himself.
"You were afraid. Not evil. But silence… is still a blade."
Jason clenched his fists.
He stood slowly.
And with his breath—came light.
A blue glow wrapped around his body.
Not power.
Truth.
🩸 THE BREAKING POINT
JASON (shouting):
"ALEXANDER! I saw her die!"
"I didn't tell you… because I was afraid you'd fall apart."
He stepped forward.
JASON:
"I thought silence would protect us.
But now I know—truth is the only blade I trust."
Light burst from his chest.
His ghost-forged swords appeared in both hands—glowing brighter than ever.
Dark Jason stumbled back.
DARK JASON (hissing):
"What is this…?"
JASON (calm):
"Forgiveness."
He stepped forward, slashed once—clean and final.
The dark version shattered into glass and memory.
And Jason stood tall, breathing hard.
JASON (to the sky):
"I'm coming back."
🌌 BACK TO REALITY – THE SEAL SHATTERS
Malekta's ring around him cracked.
The illusion snapped.
And Jason collapsed—back on the real street.
The real world.
His blades still glowing.
His soul lighter than it had been in years.
JASON (softly, rising):
"Round two."