Scene 1: A chance
The air above the Martian Citadel rippled. Crimson lightning and golden light collided, melting the very ground beneath them. The battlefield that once stood as the Obsidian throne world had turned into a wasteland of shattered glass and burning stone.
Marcus emerged from a crater, his uniform torn, eyes glowing with dull gold. His breathing was shallow, yet steady. The once-proud sigil of the royal house lay cracked across his chestplate.
Across the scorched plain, Veronica hovered, her aura flaring like an inferno. The forbidden energy she absorbed pulsed violently, eating through her veins, devouring her from within. Her crimson armor was fractured, her once-elegant movements now trembling with unstable power.
"You're still standing," she hissed, her voice distorted by the energy twisting through her body. "You never knew when to surrender."
Marcus wiped the blood from his mouth. "Neither did you."
They circled each other slowly, the storm above them mirroring their tension. Every flash of lightning cast their faces in opposing shades—light and shadow, brother and sister, heirs of the same cursed bloodline.
The silence broke as Veronica raised her hand, releasing a surge of dark plasma that tore through the ground. Marcus dashed aside, countering with a radiant blast from his palm. The two beams collided, detonating in a violent explosion that threw both backward.
The ruins of the Obsidian palace collapsed behind them. Dust and flame rose into the blood-red sky.
"Look at this," Veronica shouted, her voice cracking between rage and sorrow. "Our home. Our legacy. Gone, because you chose them over us!"
Marcus steadied himself, his voice low. "I chose life, Veronica. You chose vengeance."
"Don't talk to me about choice!" she screamed, lunging at him. Her blades formed from dark energy, slashing across his chest. He caught her wrist mid-strike and twisted, throwing her to the ground.
The earth shattered under her impact, but she rolled and struck back, launching a barrage of spears that spiraled toward him. Marcus lifted both arms, conjuring a barrier of golden light. The spears disintegrated upon contact, scattering into smoke.
"You still don't understand," Veronica spat, rising slowly. "Father believed in power. In control. You abandoned that, you abandoned him."
Marcus clenched his fist. "I didn't abandon him. He abandoned us long before I left."
Their energies clashed again, forcing the very clouds to part. The magnetic pull of their power dragged the battlefield into chaos—rocks levitated, lightning danced between them.
Marcus stepped forward, his aura flaring brighter. "I didn't come here to destroy you. I came to save what's left of you."
Veronica's lips curled into a pained smile. "Then you'll die trying."
She vanished from sight, reappearing behind him, her blade pressing against his throat. Marcus caught it with his bare hand, blood seeping down his arm, and forced it aside. He countered with a strike to her core, sending her crashing into the ruins of the throne hall.
The ancient Obsidian banners burned as Veronica fell through the debris.
For a moment, silence returned. Marcus looked around the broken palace—the place they once called home, now in ruins because of their war.
He lowered his gaze, whispering to himself. "Mother… forgive us."
The dust stirred again. Veronica's aura flared back to life, stronger and darker than before. She rose from the rubble, her hair flowing wildly, her voice now a blend of rage and agony.
"This isn't over."
Her power cracked the air as she took flight once more.
Scene 2: Brother and sister talks
The crimson storm swirled above the Obsidian capital. Bolts of energy rained down, searing across the fractured landscape. Marcus and Veronica stood at opposite ends of what was once the royal courtyard, surrounded by ruins of statues and burning towers.
Both were panting. Both bleeding. Both refusing to fall.
Veronica's eyes dimmed for a moment. The forbidden energy pulsing inside her slowed, revealing flashes of her true face beneath the corruption. Her tone wavered between fury and grief.
"You think I wanted this?" she said, her voice trembling. "I followed Father because he promised purpose. He promised that our people wouldn't fade into myths."
Marcus stepped forward slowly. "And what did he take from you in return?"
She flinched. The memories flashed—training, wars, silence, Leonard's cold approval. "Everything," she whispered. "My childhood. My peace. My identity."
The flames around them bent as her aura surged again. "But I was loyal. I fought his wars. I carried his name. You were the one who turned your back on us. You ran to the humans. You tainted our bloodline."
Marcus's eyes hardened. "I found a life there. Friends. Love. Things Father never gave us."
"That makes you weak!" she shouted, summoning her twin blades of obsidian flame. "You think love will save you? It only makes you bleed slower."
Marcus didn't respond. Instead, he reached into his coat and drew the golden insignia his mother once gave him—the crest of House Avaris, cracked and faded.
"She wanted peace," he said. "She believed we could be more than conquerors. She believed in you."
The words struck Veronica like a wound. Her grip faltered. For a moment, her eyes softened, and her lips parted as if to speak. But the forbidden energy roared again, reclaiming her.
Her voice deepened, distorted. "Enough."
She lunged forward, her movements faster than before, the air around her screaming. Marcus barely dodged, her blade grazing his arm. He countered with a burst of golden plasma that exploded against her barrier, lighting the ruins.
Each strike shook the ground. Each step they took shattered more of the palace.
Veronica's aura kept growing darker. The energy crawling up her arms began carving black marks into her skin. Marcus realized what was happening.
"You're losing control," he said, eyes widening. "That power—it's killing you."
She laughed bitterly. "Then I'll die as a warrior."
Her blades crossed, forming a sphere of black fire between them. The ground cracked open as it expanded, devouring the light around her.
Marcus steadied himself, summoning his energy. His body glowed bright gold, his aura expanding outward in a pulse of radiant wind. The two energies collided again, but this time it wasn't a clash—it was annihilation meeting creation.
Through the chaos, their voices echoed in unison.
"I won't lose… not to you."
The explosion consumed the courtyard, sending waves of power through the entire Martian plain.
When the light faded, both stood barely conscious, separated by a chasm carved by their clash. Smoke rose between them.
Marcus struggled to stay upright, clutching his bleeding side. Veronica stared across at him, her expression broken but defiant.
"Mother's words mean nothing now," she said weakly. "This ends with one of us dead."
Marcus exhaled slowly, his energy stabilizing again. "Then I'll fight to save you, even if it kills me."
Lightning struck behind them, igniting the remnants of the palace. The sky itself seemed to bleed.
Both raised their hands, preparing their final transformation.
Scene 3: I want my sister back
The sky turned scarlet. Lightning webbed across the Martian horizon. The last fragments of the Obsidian Citadel collapsed into molten glass.
Marcus and Veronica stood amid the storm, their energy spiraling upward like twin suns colliding.
Veronica screamed as the forbidden energy erupted through her veins. Her armor split apart, replaced by living darkness wrapping around her body like smoke. Her hair shimmered with streaks of red fire, her eyes glowing pure black. Each breath she took melted the sand beneath her feet.
"This is what it means to be Obsidian," she said, her voice layered with echoing tones. "To rule, to dominate, to ascend."
Marcus closed his eyes. Golden aura rippled across his form, and light spread from his chest outward, burning through his torn uniform. His tattoos ignited, forming celestial patterns that pulsed with divine resonance. A golden ring appeared behind him, rotating slowly like a solar halo.
"Then I'll show you what it means to protect."
Their powers detonated simultaneously. The shockwave expanded for miles, erasing what remained of the Obsidian throne world.
Veronica vanished from sight. Marcus barely tracked her before a dark blade struck his shoulder. He twisted, parrying with a flash of light. The ground cracked open beneath them.
Their movements blurred—sister and brother, once equals, now gods at war. Every strike broke sound. Every counter sent arcs of flame through the dust storm.
"You hesitate," she shouted mid-combat. "That's why you'll lose!"
Marcus caught her wrist mid-swing. "And you've lost yourself."
He drove his knee into her chest, sending her crashing into a fallen spire. Before she could recover, he raised his palm, firing a concentrated beam of golden energy. It tore through the structure, consuming it in blinding light.
But out of the light came Veronica again, charred yet grinning. "Still holding back?"
She raised her hands, summoning a sphere of black plasma the size of a fortress. The sky darkened, gravity warped, and the ground began to disintegrate as she prepared to hurl it.
Marcus stood still, blood dripping from his lip, eyes calm. "You've given up your soul for strength."
"Souls are for the weak," she replied coldly, launching the sphere.
Marcus crossed his arms, drawing every fragment of light within him. His golden aura expanded until it formed a colossal winged silhouette behind him. He let out a roar that shook the atmosphere and released his full energy.
The explosion was instantaneous. Gold and black fire intertwined, consuming the planet's horizon in pure energy.
Silence followed. Then, from the center of the blast, Marcus emerged, wings of light fading slowly. Veronica was on one knee, her armor shattered, her breathing ragged.
She looked up, still defiant. "You think you've won?"
Marcus approached, his expression calm but filled with pain. "I don't want to win. I want my sister back."
She tried to stand but stumbled, her corrupted energy faltering. "You can't save me."
"I will."
He stepped forward and placed his hand on her chest. Light began to flow from his arm into her, burning away the corruption. Veronica screamed, the forbidden energy thrashing violently, trying to resist.
Marcus gritted his teeth, holding firm. "You are not Father's weapon. You are my family."
The darkness inside her shattered. A burst of white light erupted around them, rippling across the Martian surface.
When it faded, Veronica collapsed into Marcus's arms, her energy fading to normal. Her armor was gone, replaced by torn royal garb. Her eyes, once black, were now their natural violet.
"Why… why did you save me?" she whispered weakly.
"Because someone once saved me when I didn't deserve it," he said softly. "Now it's my turn."
Tears welled in her eyes as she looked up at him. "You've changed, Marcus."
He smiled faintly. "So have you."
The storm began to settle, but deep within the ruins, a dark pulse flickered—something old, something far worse than either of them.
Scene 4: Freedom
The light around them dimmed. The golden glow of Marcus's aura began to fade, leaving silence across the battlefield. Veronica lay trembling in his arms, her breath uneven, her eyes half-open.
For a moment, peace returned. The storm was gone. The energy that had consumed her seemed still.
Then the ground cracked. A pulse of darkness burst from her chest, throwing Marcus backward.
"Veronica!" he shouted, reaching for her.
She screamed, clutching her body as black light poured out through her veins. Her voice broke with agony. "Marcus! Help me!"
The energy writhed violently, like something alive forcing its way free. The sky turned crimson once again as a shadow emerged from her form, rising into the air—a demonic figure of smoke and molten veins, its eyes burning with ancient hatred.
It looked down at Marcus and laughed, a deep, resonant sound that shook the ruins.
"You think you've saved her," it hissed, its voice echoing like a chorus of whispers. "But you've only delayed what's coming."
Marcus stood firm, his fists glowing with golden light. "Who are you?"
"I am what your father created. I am the echo of every sin your bloodline buried." The demon's form expanded, towering over the ruins. "And I will return, child of Alexandra."
It turned to leave, its shadow stretching toward the sky. Marcus's eyes narrowed. He raised both hands, summoning every last fragment of his light energy.
"Not while I'm still standing."
The air cracked as a brilliant flare erupted from his palms. A wave of pure light engulfed the demon. It screamed as its form disintegrated, pieces of darkness scattering into the wind. The sound faded into a distant whisper:
"I will be back…"
The light vanished. Silence fell again.
Marcus dropped to his knees, exhausted, smoke rising from his hands. He turned toward Veronica, who was lying motionless on the shattered ground. Her breathing was shallow, but steady. Her eyes opened slowly, wet with tears.
"Marcus…" she whispered. "It was inside me… all this time…"
He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. "It's gone. You're safe now."
She buried her face in his shoulder, shaking. "I could hear it. It was controlling me."
He held her closer. "You're free now. That's all that matters."
They stayed like that for a moment, surrounded by the fading glow of his energy. The Obsidian sky was turning pale, cracks appearing in the horizon as the planet began to destabilize from the overload of energy unleashed.
Then a familiar voice echoed behind them.
"Marcus!"
He turned. Lyra was running toward them through the smoke, her armor cracked, her hair streaked with dust and blood. She stopped a few feet away, her expression urgent.
"The palace structure is collapsing," she said quickly. "The power cores are failing. We have to leave now!"
Marcus nodded, glancing at the burning skyline. Towers were falling, the ground trembling beneath them.
He helped Veronica to her feet, wrapping her arm over his shoulder. "We're leaving together."
Lyra gave a brief nod, her eyes softening as she looked at the two siblings. "The portal back to Earth is still stable—but not for long."
Marcus looked once more at the ruined Citadel. The palace that had once been their father's empire was turning to dust. He tightened his grip on Veronica's hand.
"Let it fall," he said quietly. "It's time this place stopped haunting us."
As the three of them moved toward the evacuation portal, the final explosion of the Obsidian palace echoed behind them, lighting up the Martian sky one last time.
The war between brother and sister had ended.