Year: 2025
Planet: Earth
Country: India
State: Delhi
Time: 7:55 a.m.
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The morning streets of Shunsuko City echoed with hurried footsteps.
A teenage boy dashed through the crowd, his bag bouncing behind him.
"Oh no, I'm going to be late again!" he muttered between heavy breaths, weaving through traffic.
Time: 8:09 a.m.
Place: Shunsuko High School
He sprinted up the stairs two at a time, sliding to a stop in front of his classroom door.
"Haa... haa... Ma'am—may I come in?" he panted.
The teacher glanced up from her register, eyebrow raised.
"You're just in time, Malak. One more minute, and you'd be in detention. Looks like God's on your side today."
Malak smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. "Heh... guess so, ma'am."
He slipped into the classroom and sat beside his friend Keshav. Shivam and Nikhil sat in front, and behind them was Krishna — the usual group.
Classes passed, and soon it was lunch. The five of them laughed, traded snacks, and joked around, but something about Keshav felt... off.
His smile was forced, his eyes distant.
Malak noticed but decided not to ask — not yet.
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After school, the friends gathered at the gate, waiting for Keshav to join them.
Minutes passed.
He never showed.
"He already left?" Malak frowned. "Strange. He never goes without us."
A quiet unease settled in his chest. "Something's wrong with him," he thought. "I'll ask him tomorrow."
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Scene Shift
Keshav climbed the stairs to his home, a hood covering his face. His steps were quick, almost nervous.
As soon as he entered, he locked his room and sat on the bed, trembling. His breathing was uneven — he looked like someone being hunted.
A knock shattered the silence.
"Brother? Are you home? You want dinner?" his younger brother called.
Keshav froze, heart pounding, then forced a reply.
"Y-Yeah... coming."
He unlocked the door and walked downstairs. His mother and brother exchanged worried looks as he silently ate his meal — no words, no expression.
He finished quickly and went back upstairs. Sleep took him fast — but not peacefully.
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In His Dream
Keshav stood in darkness.
Cold air brushed against his skin, and whispers echoed faintly around him.
"Hello again, Keshav," a voice said, smooth and menacing. "Did you miss me?"
Keshav's eyes widened. His body began to tremble.
The voice chuckled. "This place looks different, doesn't it? You must be confused. Anyway... have you decided about the deal I offered two days ago? You've made me wait too long."
Keshav couldn't move. His lips quivered.
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Two Days Ago
That night, he had woken to the sound of screaming — loud, piercing, inhuman.
He looked around, but no one was there.
"Must be my imagination," he whispered, lying back down.
Moments later, something entered his body.
His vision blurred, and when it cleared — he was no longer in his room.
He was surrounded by red mist. The air reeked of blood and metal.
A woman stood ahead. She was beautiful — until her smile twisted, and her skin tore open like paper.
In an instant, she lunged and sliced off his head.
Darkness again.
Then — laughter. Deep, cruel, echoing everywhere.
"How was the ride, Keshav? The ride of death?" the voice mocked.
Keshav couldn't speak. His whole body stiffened.
A tall figure emerged from the mist — eyes glowing crimson.
"I have an offer for you," it said. "Would you accept it?"
Keshav's throat dried up.
He finally shouted, "Who the hell are you!? I don't want anything from you—just let me go!"
The figure smiled faintly. "Feisty. I like that. But refusing me... is pointless. You'll see soon enough."
The voice faded with a chilling echo:
"I will come for you, and when I do... you'll serve me."
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Present Day
Keshav jolted awake, sweating, gasping for air.
Tears streaked down his face. "Please... leave me alone," he whispered.
And then — he fainted.
For two days, he didn't come to school. His mother told Malak he was sick.
But Malak knew better. Something terrible was happening.
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Scene Shift: The Wedding
Time: 9:45 p.m.
The music was loud, lights glittering — until a blast tore through the sky.
In an instant, the wedding grounds turned into hell. Screams, fire, and bodies filled the air.
Amid the chaos stood Keshav — trembling, tears falling as he watched thousands die.
Elsewhere, Malak stared at the news in shock.
"What the hell...?" he whispered and ran to the location.
When he reached, there was no sign of Keshav. No survivors.
Only silence and ashes.
Then — his phone rang.
It was his sister. "Malak, someone's here asking for you. Come home quickly."
He sprinted back. Their house was only twenty meters away.
But when he turned the corner —
BOOM.
Flames devoured the house.
Malak fell to his knees, staring at the burning wreckage, his family's bodies lying motionless in front of him.
A voice echoed from behind.
"I'm the one who killed your precious family," a man said, smiling. "You made me wait too long, and I hate waiting."
Malak froze. His heart stopped. His vision blurred.
And then... something inside him broke.
"So you're the one who's been waiting for me, huh?" he said quietly.
A dark smile spread across his face. "Sorry for the delay."
His tone shifted — calm to furious in seconds. The stranger's confidence wavered.
"What... what are you?" he stammered.
Malak's eyes glowed faintly red. His voice dropped, low and deadly. "You'll find out."
The man lunged. "Stop with that emotion, you fool!"
But Malak didn't move. He simply looked up — and the man froze mid-step, shivering uncontrollably.
"W-What are you...?" the man gasped.
From a swirling black portal, another voice spoke.
"Samuelel... I think you've met your match. How disappointing. I should've sent someone stronger."
A tall figure stepped through, smirking.
"Hello, Malak. My name is Louisel — the current Demon King."
His laughter was cold and mocking.
Malak's rage boiled over. "You talk too much."
He charged forward and swung, but Louisel effortlessly blocked with one hand.
"I don't want to fight," Louisel said, smiling. "I only came to retrieve Samuel."
Malak ignored him and attacked again — faster, harder, more desperate.
Louisel dodged each blow like it was a dance. Then, with a single punch, he sent Malak crashing into a house.
"You can't even handle my 0.5% power," Louisel said, amused. "Pathetic."
He stepped back into the portal. "Come, Samuel. You were afraid of this boy? How embarrassing."
The portal closed. Silence returned.
Malak's body twitched once — then went still.
His mind blanked, and everything faded to black.