Scene 1
In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth, bringing light where there was once only darkness. Then life began—life filled with both physical and spiritual conflict.
When Lucifer, the angel of light, fell from heaven, he became the ruler of this world, influencing mankind and leading them into sin. His goal was clear: to turn God's beloved creation away from Him, ensuring their fall from grace. He would stop at nothing, using deception, temptation, and destruction to make humans rebel. And in the end, those who turned from God would face eternal punishment—the lake of fire, a place of torment beyond imagination.
Yet, there was hope. Those who believed in the Lamb of God and followed His truth would escape this fate. They would live forever in paradise.
(TV screen flickers off.)
Psal let out a long sigh. "What was that?"
Mj smirked. "A horror movie." She chuckled.
"That's gonna keep me up at night, for sure." Psal shook his head.
"Oh, come on. It's just religious stuff. Nothing to worry about, bro." Mj waved dismissively. She grabbed her bag and headed for the door. "Anyway, I'm heading home. We'll talk later on the phone or tomorrow at school. Jaane!"
"Yeah, whatever. Bye." Psal muttered, still lost in thought.
Scene 2
Later that night, Psal lay on his bed, phone in hand. He needed something to take his mind off that eerie documentary.
Anime should do the trick.
He opened his favorite streaming app and searched for Weak Masters. The show was action-packed, full of overpowered warriors and insane battles—just what he needed.
As the episode loaded, his screen suddenly glitched. The app closed on its own, and a strange link popped up in its place.
A chill ran down his spine. The website had no name, only a pulsating dark background and a play button.
Curiosity got the best of him. He tapped it.
Immediately, the screen filled with a soft golden light. A beautiful woman appeared. Her skin glowed like the moon, and her flowing hair shimmered with an ethereal beauty. Her eyes locked onto his, deep and mesmerizing.
"Come to me, child," she whispered, her voice like a melody.
Psal's breath hitched. His body felt numb, his mind foggy. He couldn't look away.
Suddenly, the screen flickered. The woman's face distorted for a fraction of a second—just a blur, but enough to snap him out of it.
He yanked his phone away, his heart racing.
"What the hell was that?" he muttered. He exhaled sharply and rubbed his temples. "Enough horror for today. I should sleep."
He tossed his phone onto the bedside table, turned off the lights, and shut his eyes.
But sleep didn't come easy.
Scene 3
Somewhere in the depths of his unconscious mind, he felt it.
A presence.
He stood in an endless void, cold and silent. Then, out of the darkness, she emerged.
The woman from the screen.
She was even more stunning up close—glowing, radiant, perfect. She reached out a hand.
"Come," she whispered, her voice laced with something… hypnotic.
Psal took a step back. "What… what is this?"
Her expression flickered. The warmth in her eyes faded, replaced by something sinister.
"You refuse me?"
Her voice deepened, twisting into something monstrous.
Her skin darkened, cracking like burning wood. Her eyes turned pitch black. Her beautiful dress melted away, revealing a half-naked form covered in demonic markings. Massive, shadowy wings erupted from her back as her once-gentle face twisted into pure rage.
"DARE DEFY ME, CHILD?" she roared, her voice shaking the void. "YOU WILL BURN WITH ME IN HELL!"
Flames erupted around them, and a chilling laughter echoed in the air.
Psal tried to run.
He couldn't.
The demon lunged at him—
And he woke up.
Gasping. Sweating. His heart pounding like a war drum.
His room was dark and silent, but the fear still clung to his chest.
He stared at the ceiling, trying to convince himself it was just a nightmare.
But deep down, he knew.
It wasn't.