✦ Chapter 1 — Nightmare of Blood (Part 2)
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✦ Scene: The True Monsters — Revealed
> Four men.
> Sitting. Drinking. Laughing.
> Feasting.
> On meat. On bread. On stolen wine.
On the ruins... of joy.
Swords — stained.
Armor — splattered with blood.
Boots — caked in ash... and flesh.
> “Did ya hear her scream?”
A crooked grin split his blood-smeared face. His tongue dragged lazily across the edge of his blade — licking crimson like it was honey.
> “Mmm... sweetest sound I’ve heard all week.”
Another spat — wiping the blood off his busted lip.
> “Soft one too... fought like a hellcat though. Damn near broke my nose.”
> “Tch. Shame the old bastard wasn’t home.” The third slammed his mug down with a hollow clunk.
“Would’ve loved... to see the look on his face.”
Laughter echoed.
> Loud. Boisterous. Unrepentant.
> They didn’t know...
Death... had just walked in.
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✦ Narration — A Shift in the Air
The air... snapped.
> Like a bowstring pulled too tight.
Pressure — heavy. Suffocating.
A growl — low... primal... rising from something no longer fully human.
> His father’s eyes...
No longer human eyes.
> Now... eyes of wrath incarnate.
His voice dropped — a whisper, cold as the grave.
> “...You’ve made... your last mistake.”
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✦ Scene: Hunter’s Wrath — Carnage Unleashed
SFX: Blade unsheathing — SCHLING!!
SFX: Wind rupturing — FWOOOSH!!
SFX: Heartbeat — THUMP... THUMP... THUMP... — Everything else fades away.
> The air itself... split.
Time fractured. Reality — trembled.
> His father — was no longer a man.
No longer flesh.
> Now... a weapon. A storm. A living verdict.
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🔥 FIRST STRIKE — The Opening Silence
The nearest thug blinked.
> A mistake.
He caught only a flicker—
> FLASH—!!
A streak of steel.
A blur of death.
> SHLUK!! — SPPRRT!!
A throat — split wide.
Blood — erupted in violent streams.
> Splashed the walls — painted them crimson.
> His hands — scrambled to his neck.
Found nothing.
Only ruin. Only wet, torn flesh.
A gurgling scream — half-formed...
> Died.
> THUMP.
His body — collapsed.
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⚡ SECOND STRIKE — A Misstep Ends a Life
Another lunged — clumsy. Desperate. Panicked.
> Too slow.
His father stepped — fluid. Precision.
Inside the swing.
> Blade reversed — UP!! — straight into the armpit.
> SHHHRRRK!! — Steel slid between ribs.
A twist — wet crack.
A pull — CRUNCH!! — collarbone shattered.
> The man’s mouth opened — a scream never left.
> THUNK!! — KNEE TO JAW.
Skull — snapped sideways.
> His spine — severed.
His body folded — a marionette with cut strings.
> Collapse. Dead.
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💀 THIRD STRIKE — Precision Murder
The third swung — wide. Blind.
> His father — flowed.
Like wind. Like death incarnate.
> Step — inside the arc.
Blade reversed — down.
> WHOOSH — SLASH!! — wrist severed.
Fingers — rained across the floor like shattered twigs.
> “AAAAAGHHH—!!”
A scream — high, animal, pathetic.
Before the sound even finished—
> KRAK!! — Boot shattered his kneecap.
> The man — fell.
One knee. Mouth open. Eyes wide — pleading.
> Too late.
> BLADE — THRUST — INTO THE EYE.
> SPLUTCH!! — CRACK!! — SPLOORCH!!
Skull — split.
Brain — splattered.
The twitch — then the stillness of death.
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🩸 FOURTH STRIKE — No Mercy for Cowards
The last one... ran.
> Mistake.
> Father sprinted — bootsteps THUD, THUD, THUD.
Closing fast — death in pursuit.
Blade — flashed.
> HORIZONTAL SWEEP—!!
SLASH!! — Hamstrings sliced.
Legs — folded inward.
> “N-No!!” — panic. Hands slipping on blood — crawling.
> “P-Please... I... it was just orders!!”
> His father’s face — stone. No pity. No mercy.
> Blade rose —
“Orders... won’t bury you.”
And — SKEWERED. THROUGH. THE MOUTH.
Up — into the skull.
> SHHLK—!! — CRACK!! — Brain punctured.
His eyes — rolled back.
His body — spasmed... then collapsed.
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🌑 SFX: SILENCE... BREATH... BLOOD DRIPPING...
The cabin... once filled with laughter...
> Now — drowned in the scent of iron, steel, and slaughter.
Walls — painted red.
Floors — sticky with blood.
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> “...You brought this on yourselves.” His father growled.
> His boots shifted — CRUNCH. — crushed a stray tooth beneath.
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⚠️ BUT... EVEN LIONS BLEED.
A shadow — behind.
> SHLICK—!! — A hidden dagger — buried deep into his back.
> “Ngh—!!” — A grunt. No scream. No surrender.
Blood — hot. Pouring.
Knees — buckled.
But the will... did not.
> SPIN!! — Elbow — CRACK!! — shattered the attacker’s jaw.
Blade reversed — SLICE!! — up the belly.
> INTESTINES SPILLED.
The man dropped — gasping... dying.
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💔 But... Outnumbered. Vulnerable.
Another sword — SWUNG—!!
> SPLUTTER—!!
Steel — ripped through flesh. Through bone.
> His father gasped — blood coughed.
Body — folded.
> His eyes — locked on Shekhar.
One last glance — loud without words:
> “RUN.”
Mouth — moved.
No sound.
But Shekhar understood.
> RUN.
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> “PAPA—!!”
Legs — refused.
Chest — crushed.
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💀 The Final Blow — Innocence Dies
> “Tch... stubborn bastard.”
A shadow loomed — over Shekhar.
> “What about the brat?”
“Smash his skull. Feed him to the crows.”
A fist — wound up.
> “NO—!!”
> CRACK!! — FIST TO RIBS.
Bone — shattered.
Air — stolen.
> His tiny frame — flung.
SMASHED — THROUGH WOOD.
THUD!! — collapsed.
> Blood — filled his mouth.
The world — spun.
The last sound...
> Laughter.
And then...
> Darkness.
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✦ Scene: Aftermath — The Broken Dawn
A patrol — city guards.
Marching — routine.
> “...You hear that?”
A noise — wrong.
A silence — heavier than screams.
> They ran.
Reached the cabin — and froze.
Eyes — wide.
Hands — gripped hilts.
Breath — stolen.
> A scene... not of battle.
Not of crime.
But of butchery.
One man — sprawled.
> Dead.
Head — caved in. Skull — split open like a rotten gourd.
Then... their gaze shifted.
> A woman.
Naked.
Her body — ruined.
Skin — flayed with hundreds of cuts.
Flesh — torn.
> Blood — everywhere.
A guard staggered back — bile rising.
> “Gods...”
> Then—
“A... child—!!”
> Beneath the broken beams — a small figure.
Crushed. Bloodied. Barely breathing.
> But alive.
A miracle.
Or a curse.
> They pulled him free — hands trembling.
> “Get him to the mansion! Now! Move—!!”
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✦ Narration — The Birth of a Nightmare
> In the dominion of Eryndor...
Where nightmares wear mortal skin...
> Another nightmare was born.
> Not forged by choice...
But by blood.
By ruin.
By wrath.
> And the world...
Would never... be the same.
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🔥 TO BE CONTINUED...
