Cursed Heir – Chapter 1: The Mark
[SCENE: A snow-covered village. The air is still—unnaturally still. Houses are covered in a thick
layer of frost. Suddenly—BOOM. A massive explosion rocks the ground. Fire erupts. Smoke coils
into the night sky. The silence is replaced by screaming.]
NARRATOR (V.O.)
Once, the Demon King ruled with unimaginable power. When he was finally sealed, his soul
shattered—not destroyed, but broken into seven cursed fragments.
[The camera pans over the destruction. A mother clutches her child as a shadowy beast crashes
through their home. Guards scream. Bells ring. Flames consume the streets.]
NARRATOR (V.O.)
Each fragment became a curse… passed down through bloodlines. Seven bloodlines. Seven heirs.
Each one marked from birth… each one a threat to mankind.
[Cut to a young boy—kneeling in the snow. His body is trembling. His back bare. A black tattoo-like
mark burns across his shoulder blades, pulsing with energy. Blood seeps from it. Steam rises.]
[The boy is RAEN VALEN. His eyes are wide, terrified. One eye glows faintly with cursed light. His
hair is black—but with a single streak of white.]
RAEN (V.O.)
Why me…? I didn't ask for this.
[He looks down at a broken piece of mirror, half-buried in the snow. His reflection flickers—his own
face overlapped with something else. Something monstrous.]
DEMON VOICE (V.O., low and echoing)
Heir of Will… You hear me, don't you…?
[Raen gasps. The mark flares brighter. His body convulses. He screams.]
RAEN
AHHHHHHHHH!!
[Images flash rapidly—visions of war, fire, death. His mind is being flooded.]
NARRATOR (V.O.)
Of all the fragments… Raen inherited the worst. The Will. The piece that still thinks… still
remembers. Still wants to be reborn.
[The burning mark continues to grow—lines extend outward along his spine. He claws the snow,
trying to resist.]
RAEN
Get out of my head! GET OUT!
[Suddenly—silence. The mark dims. Raen collapses face-first into the snow, panting.]
[He rolls onto his side. Snowflakes fall softly around him. His eyes flicker closed.]
[FLASHBACK: A small cabin. A younger Raen sits at the table with an old man—his grandfather.]
GRANDFATHER (smiling)
You ever wonder why the snow doesn't fear fire?
YOUNG RAEN (confused)
Huh?
GRANDFATHER
Because snow knows… it always comes back. No matter how much melts.
[BACK TO PRESENT. Raen opens his eyes.]
RAEN (V.O.)
I can't let this curse control me.
[He pushes himself up. He grabs a torn cloak and wraps it around his back, hiding the mark.]
[Footsteps approach in the distance. Torchlights flicker.]
EXORCIST HUNTER (O.S.)
We saw flames here! Search the area! No survivors!
[Raen stumbles to his feet, slipping through the alley.]
RAEN (V.O.)
They'll kill me if they find out. No trial. No mercy. Just the blade.
[He ducks behind a crumbled wall. Exorcists pass nearby.]
[His breath clouds in the cold air. He closes his eyes.]
RAEN (whispers)
I don't want to hurt anyone…
[Suddenly—his glowing eye pulses again. A faint echo of the demon's laugh in his ear.]
DEMON VOICE (V.O.)
Liar.
[The mark pulses beneath his cloak. Raen grits his teeth.]
RAEN (V.O.)
I'm not like you.
[He leaps onto a nearby roof and vanishes into the darkness.]
NARRATOR (V.O.)
Thus begins the cursed path of Raen Valen… the heir of Will.
[FADE OUT.]