*Scene: Deep in the shadows of Velmoria, outskirts of the city*
The elite guards — all cloaked in enchanted armor, each bearing a different weapon forged from demonic ore — assemble in a hidden, rune-warded chamber.
Their leader, *Captain Zarek*, steps forward, slamming his staff into the ground to project a glowing map of the area where Aisha currently resides.
*Zarek (grimly):*
"We've confirmed the princess's presence. She disguises herself well... but her aura leaks like a cracked relic. She's with a mortal girl — a civilian. Name's Neferatia."
*Guard 1 (snickering):*
"So the princess has a roommate now? Cute. Should we strike when she's alone?"
*Zarek:*
"No. Too risky. She never stays alone for long. We wait till they head for that rundown tavern where they work. Once they leave their apartment…"
*Guard 2:*
"We isolate the mortal — sleeping spell. Quiet and harmless. Then, we teleport the princess mid-route. Quick. Silent. Efficient."
*Guard 3:*
"And what if she resists?"
*Zarek (coldly):*
"Then we remind her… she's not on Abaddon Ha'Sheol anymore. But our orders are clear — keep it discreet. No casualties. No chaos. Especially not on human soil."
*Guard 1:*
"Still weird that a royal demon princess is running around waiting tables."
*Zarek smirks:*"Royal blood does strange things on Earth."
They all nod.
Zarek raises his hand and a faint, shimmering clock appears mid-air — counting down the hours to their move.
*Zarek:*
"We strike at dawn tomorrow. No mistakes. Lord Modeus's patience is thin, and I'd rather not be vaporized this week."
They vanish into smoke — preparations set in motion.
.
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*📝 Scene Title: Veil of Fire and Blood*
*INT. CITY STREET – TWILIGHT*
_The sun sinks low. Aisha and Neferatia walk toward the tavern, their steps calm. Neferatia suddenly collapses, her body limp. Aisha begins to shimmer—magic surging—but she fights back, breaking the teleportation spell._
*AISHA*
(gritting her teeth)
No. You don't get to steal me away like a pawn!
_Several ELITE GUARDS surround her, weapons drawn, cloaked in arcane armor. Aisha's eyes narrow. She recognizes them._
*GUARD CAPTAIN*
Princess Aisha, by decree—we are ordered to escort you back.
*AISHA*
(unleashing her fury)
Then you chose the wrong day to follow orders!
_Aisha casts powerful blasts—waves of destructive magic. Guards deflect, barely holding back the devastation. One creates a VEIL around the yard, blocking sound and vision from outside._
*INT. VEILED YARD – NIGHTFALL*
_The battle is intense and unrelenting. Aisha, glowing with furious energy, tears through spells and strikes. After two hours, the guards stagger, exhausted. She stands unfazed, eyes burning._
*AISHA*
You'll regret trespassing me. I'll make you remember this pain!
_The guards exchange desperate glances._
*GUARD CAPTAIN*
It was a direct order... from your brother.
_Aisha stops mid-strike, rage and sorrow colliding on her face._
*AISHA*
Why? Why won't he face me?! What did I do?! Until he tells me himself... I will not leave!
_Suddenly—new arrivals pierce through the veil._
*EXT. VEILED YARD – CONTINUOUS*
_THE CONSTANTINES and CALAVERA CLAN burst in, weapons blazing. They glare at each other, forming two volatile fronts._
*JOHAN (Constantine Head)*
(to the elite guards and Aisha)
This chaos ends now. Leave... or be forced to.
*CALAVERA LEADER* _(Name TBD)_
(smiling darkly)
Enough speeches. Let's teach them action.
_Calaveras charge the elite guards; Constantines target Aisha._
*AISHA*
(enraged, charging a spell)
You're all fools if you think I'll hesitate!
_Just as the clash ignites—_
*BOOM. MODEUS ARRIVES. MASKED.*
_His presence is overwhelming. Energy crashes like thunder. Some collapse. Silence. Even the guards kneel._
*AISHA*
(mode softens, mixed emotions)
Modeus...?
_Modeus raises a hand to silence her. His voice echoes, deep and commanding._
*MODEUS*
This battle must end. Now.
_Constantines and Calaveras attempt a joint strike—only to be utterly defeated, left broken but alive._
*MODEUS*
(to guards)
Return. Your task ends here.
_Suddenly—a second wave: MIA and ELITE CONSTANTINE MEMBERS arrive. Mia's face pales as she sees the cloaked man._
*MIA*
(whispers, trembling)
That nightmare… it was you.
_Mia rushes forward, sword drawn. As her silver blade nears Modeus's face—she halts. Tears stream._
*MIA*
(shouting through sobs)
Why! Why did you turn into this? I believed in you! I thought you were better!
_Modeus says nothing. His silence speaks volumes._
*MIA*
(broken, furious)
Leave. Don't return. If I see you again…
I swear—I'll kill you myself!
_Modeus teleports instantly, taking Aisha with him._
*INT. ABADDON HA'SHEOL – NIGHT*
_Modeus's attire shimmers into royal garments. He storms toward his chambers, fury etched into every movement. Aisha follows, eyes heavy with confusion and sadness._
_Outside his chambers, VARRON watches silently as Aisha passes. He shakes his head, troubled._
*FADE OUT.*
*INT. ABADDON HA'SHEOL – ROYAL PALACE – NIGHT*
*Dark clouds swirl endlessly over the towering obsidian spires of *Abaddon Ha'Sheol*. Thunder rumbles like war drums. Lightning splits the sky every few seconds. The entire *realm trembles* under the raw emotional aura of one being.*
*INT. ROYAL PALACE – GRAND HALLWAYS*
*Aisha* walks briskly through the dim corridors, her royal gown flowing behind her. Her face is pale with worry. *Servants* and *guards* keep their heads bowed as she passes, avoiding eye contact. The air is too heavy to breathe.
She reaches *Varron's chamber* and knocks once—then pushes in.
*AISHA*
Please… Varron… he hasn't left his chambers for three days. He won't talk to me. Won't see anyone.
*VARRON*, seated with scrolls of ancient texts, looks up. His face shows deep concern, but not surprise.
*AISHA* *(pleading)*
I've never seen him like this. I thought... I thought bringing him back home would help. But I was wrong. Please—talk to him. Make him listen.
*VARRON* *(calmly)*
Aisha… I warned you. His return to the human realm was always a risk. Especially with his heart still tied to it.
*Aisha lowers her head, guilt evident.*
*VARRON* The fury he unleashed… it wasn't just for you. It was for everything he's held back for decades. That world—those people—meant more to him than he's ever admitted. You've only seen a glimpse of his restraint breaking.
*AISHA* *(softly)*
But why won't he speak to me? Why is he punishing himself?
*VARRON*
Because he knows what he's done. And part of him thinks you now fear him, too.
*Thunder crashes outside as *lightning strikes the palace towers*. Citizens across the realm watch the sky, whispering:*
*CITIZEN 1 (O.S.)*
The Lord is grieving…
*CITIZEN 2 (O.S.)*
No... he's in pain.
*Back in the palace, Varron stands and gently places a hand on Aisha's shoulder.*
*VARRON*
Give him time, Aisha. He's not just a brother. He's a storm learning to breathe again.
*Aisha wipes a tear, nods slowly. Her eyes glance toward the sealed door of Modeus's chamber, pulsing faintly with ancient sigils of protection.*
*FADE OUT.*
*INT. ABADDON HA'SHEOL – THRONE CHAMBER – MILLION YEARS AGO (FLASHBACK)*
*The towering black-marble chamber gleams under the glow of arcane flames. *Lōrd ASMODEUS*, regal and imposing, sits upon the Throne of Shadows. Beside him, Queen *NAHEYESHA*, radiant in divine grace, watches over their three children:*
– *MODEUS* (15), tall, composed, already bearing the weight of royalty.
– *ASHAFAH* (8), fiery-eyed, arms folded, defiant smirk on his face.
– *AISHA* (5), wide-eyed, timid, clinging tightly to her mother's gown.
*LORD ASMODEUS* *(deep voice echoing)*
Modeus… my heir.
*Modeus stands tall, silent, respectful.*
*LORD ASMODEUS*
You are wise beyond your years. Strong. Composed. But… your flaw lies in your restraint. You are *too* patient. Too merciful. That softness will make you hesitate when you should strike. A king must not *wait* to be challenged — he must command obedience without question.
*Modeus lowers his gaze slightly, accepting the critique.*
*NAHEYESHA* *(smiling gently)*
He takes after me… gentle and just. You fear he'll be trampled. I say he'll win hearts before battles.
*LORD ASMODEUS* *(gruff)*
He'll need more than hearts when enemies come for his throne.
*Asmodeus now turns his gaze to *Ashafah*, who's busy poking a shadow imp with a dagger and clearly not paying attention.*
*LORD ASMODEUS*
Ashafah.
*Ashafah slowly turns, barely respectful.*
*LORD ASMODEUS*
Your spirit is fire. Boldness is your gift… and your curse. One day, your fury may lead you into a pit even your strength cannot climb out of.
*ASHAFAH* *(snorts)*
I'll burn the pit instead.
*LORD ASMODEUS* *(sternly)*
It's not bravery if it blinds you.
*Ashafah rolls his eyes.*
*LORD ASMODEUS*
And finally… my little flame.
*He looks toward *Aisha*, still hiding behind Nahyesha.*
*LORD ASMODEUS* *(softening)*
You will never rule. But you will hold this family together. Support your brothers. Be the calm in their storms. You are more powerful than you know — not in strength, but in spirit.
*ASHAFAH* *(mocking)*
Pff! She can't even hold her bladder, much less a family!
*Aisha bursts into tears and runs to Modeus, hugging his leg. Modeus turns his head slowly to Ashafah, his usually calm eyes now ice cold.*
*MODEUS* *(quiet but firm)*
Speak to her like that again… and I'll show you the kind of patience father fears.
*Ashafah flinches, momentarily silenced.*
*NAHEYESHA* *(firmly)*
Ashafah! That is enough! She is your sister, not your servant!
*Ashafah scoffs and sits back, muttering.*
*NAHEYESHA* *(kneeling to Aisha)*
My dear, your light will shine in ways even your brothers cannot see yet.
*Aisha sniffles, hugging her mother tighter as Modeus gently places a hand on her head.*
*Lord Asmodeus watches his three children. One, a king-in-training. One, a sword unsheathed. And one, a gentle soul destined to bind their broken pieces.*
*LORD ASMODEUS* *(to himself)* May they aybss help this realm… when their fates collide.
*FADE OUT.*
*INT. CONSTANTINE CASTLE – MEDICAL WARD – NIGHT*
*The sound of *agonized screams*, *metal tools clinking*, and *frantic footsteps* echo throughout the wide, torch-lit ward. Healers rush from bed to bed. Bloodied cloth, shattered bones, scorched armor.*
*Dozens of *Constantine soldiers* lie on stretchers, writhing in pain. Magical burns, fractured limbs, some unconscious.*
*MIA* stands still amidst the chaos, eyes red, fists clenched. Her gaze scans the room—*Johan*, her uncle, lays motionless but breathing, covered in magical bandages. Others scream out names, call for help. The atmosphere is heavy.*
*MIA* *(softly to herself)*
Why… Why did he go this far?
*She walks slowly, her face a mixture of *rage*, *pain*, and *confusion*.*
*MIA* *(to herself)*
They weren't trying to kill her... just stop her. Restrain her.
*She remembers the last thing she saw—*Modeus* standing calmly, and beside him, that unfamiliar *girl*.*
*MIA* *(gritting her teeth)*
Who was she? Why was she so important to him that he'd destroy my entire family line just to protect her?
*She stands beside her injured cousin—his body scarred from magical backlash. He flinches in pain.*
*MIA* *(voice breaking)*
This isn't the Modeus I knew… or thought I knew.*A single tear rolls down her cheek as she grips her cousin's hand.*
*MIA* *(quietly, like a vow)*
If that girl's the reason… I swear, I'll find out who she is. And why she's worth more than all of us combined.
*The sounds of suffering continue behind her, but Mia's eyes burn now—with purpose.*
*FADE OUT.*
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*INT. ABADDON HA'SHEOL – ROYAL WING – NIGHT*
*The storm still rages outside, lightning illuminating the palace walls at intervals. Rain pelts the obsidian glass as a deep gloom cloaks the royal wing.*
*INT. OUTSIDE MODEUS'S CHAMBER*
*Aisha stands at the massive blackstone door, her eyes red with exhaustion. Her trembling hand gently presses against the cold surface as she leans in, whispering desperately.*
*AISHA (softly)*
Modeus… please… it's me.
*Silence. Her voice cracks as she continues, her tears falling freely.*
*AISHA*
I'm sorry… I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I didn't know things would spiral like this. I just— I just wanted to spend time with you… like we used to...
*She sobs quietly, then raises her voice, knocking softly.*
*AISHA*
You left me, Modeus. You always shield me, always push me behind you… and now you lock me out again? Why? You promised you'd never let me feel alone...
*No reply. She clutches her arms around herself, breaking down in front of the door.*
*AISHA (crying harder)*
I miss you… I miss my big bubu… Is it so wrong to love you this much?! Why does it hurt to care?!*A long pause... then, a faint, deep sigh is heard from within the chamber. A hushed, unfamiliar voice replies in *Ozmirax*, his native demon tongue—cold and detached.*
*MODEUS (O.S.)*
*"Zal'ra dom elna... helga."* *(Let me be… Helga.)*
*Aisha's eyes widen in disbelief. The word *Helga*—a formal, detached name only used in high demon court. He never called her that before.*
*AISHA (whispering, heartbroken)*
You… called me Helga?
*She lowers her hand slowly, tears streaming silently. Her voice is lost. She turns away from the door, devastated, her small frame shaking as she walks off.*
*INT. PALACE HALLWAY – CONTINUOUS*
*Varron, waiting nearby, watches her with concern as she stumbles past, eyes empty. He starts to follow but hesitates, clenching his fist in frustration.*
*VARRON (softly)*
Damn it, my Lord … You're breaking her.
*The thunder roars again as the screen fades to black.*
*INT. UNKNOWN LOCATION – DARK CHAMBER – NIGHT*
*A dim, flickering flame dances on the tip of a crooked candle. The room is cloaked in shadows. Skulls line the stone walls. A rusted chandelier creaks above as something unseen shifts in the darkness.*
*The sound of distorted *OMIRAZ* mixed with low-pitched laughter echoes through the room.*
*???:* *(chuckling, voice laced with decay)*
*"Zethra val'mor, hah… ain't this a damn good show…"*
*A figure emerges from the shadows — tall, cloaked, face hidden beneath a hood stitched with ancient runes. Only a sinister grin is visible under the hood as he leans back into a throne-like chair, one boot resting lazily on a cracked skull.*
*???:* *(spits to the side)*
*"Let the siblings clash… let the families crumble… I think Imma sit this one out... for now."*
*He laughs again — low, unhinged, and broken — echoing around the chamber as the flame flickers violently…*
*???:* *(whispering in Omiraz)*
*"Sha'kor tal Mod'ez… ha'reth el'Sheol."*
*("The heir of Asmodeus… will burn his own throne.")*
*The laughter fades… but the dread lingers.*
*CUT TO BLACK.*
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*INT. NEFERATIA'S APARTMENT – EARLY MORNING*
*Neferatia jerks awake in her small straw bed, breathing heavily. Her head throbs as she tries to gather her thoughts.*
*NEFERATIA*
(groggy, whispering)
"What… happened?"
*She sits up, eyes scanning the dim room lit only by early morning sunlight. Silence. Too much silence.*
She rushes to the adjoining room.
*NEFERATIA*
"Aisha? Aisha?!"
*She checks the hearth—cold. The mat where Aisha usually sleeps is untouched. Her heart begins to race.*
She searches every corner. Nothing.
*She pauses at the doorway, confusion giving way to panic.*
*NEFERATIA*
"I remember walking… then… darkness."
*Her breathing grows faster as the realization hits.*
*NEFERATIA*
"No. No, no, no. Was she taken? Did they come for her?"
*She steps back, almost knocking over a clay jug, catching herself.*
She walks slowly to the table where Aisha's old royal cloth still sits, folded neatly. She picks it up, holding it tightly against her chest.
*NEFERATIA*
(quietly)
"You said you were just here to find your brother… I thought I was helping…"
*She closes her eyes, tears threatening to fall, but she grits her teeth and steadies herself.*
*NEFERATIA*
(soft, resolute)
"I don't know where you are… or who took you…
But I'll find you, Aisha. Even if I have to walk through hell itself."
*She stands tall, tying a scarf around her waist like armor, eyes burning with determination.*
*FADE OUT.*
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*INT. CONSTANTINE MANOR – WAR ROOM – NIGHT*
*The room is dimly lit with lanterns and fire sconces. Maps, sigils, and scrolls are scattered across the table. Several Constantine warriors are being tended to nearby, groaning softly. CASSIUS stands at the head of the room, arms crossed, fury in his eyes. MIA stands opposite, her arms tense, clearly frustrated.*
*CASSIUS*
(angrily)
"You had him, Mia. Right in front of you. And you hesitated. Why?!"
*MIA*
(firmly)
"Because it wouldn't have come to this if I was still the one handling it! But no—Father pulled me off the case!"
*CASSIUS*
(scoffing)
"Oh, don't turn this on Father. While we were bleeding, you were out strolling the streets—laughing, dining—with *him*."
*MIA*
(voice rising)
"You clearly don't understand him! He's not what you all think—he wasn't planning an attack, he wasn't scheming—"
*CASSIUS*
(cutting her off, furious)
"Then explain THIS! Explain our men in the infirmary! Explain our sister with broken ribs! If he wasn't the beast we warned you about, why did he bring ruin to our gates?!"
*Mia clenches her jaw, unable to respond. Her heart heavy with guilt, confusion, and anger. Cassius steps forward, his voice lowering but cutting sharper.*
*CASSIUS*
"Demons, Mia... no matter how pretty they speak or how tender they touch... will always reveal what they truly are. Monsters."
*Mia looks away, her throat tightening, eyes wet but refusing to fall. She tries to speak but the words won't come.*
*Cassius watches her, his disappointment lingering before he finally storms out, leaving Mia alone with the weight of her silence.*
*FADE OUT.*