INT. GREAT HALL - FLASHBACK - NIGHT
The scene opens in a grand hall filled with towering stone columns and intricate tapestries that hang from the walls. The ethereal glow of the white-haired man, Lyndon, a member of the almost-extinct raven race, casts long, flickering shadows across the room as he emits white flames and glows with a white aura. Facing him is the demonic figure, Azaroth, the formidable Demon King, who exudes a dark and ominous aura. His long, single horn gleams under the dim light, a symbol of his demonic heritage.
Their swords clash with a resounding echo, and the air is charged with a palpable power. A little girl watches this battle with a mix of fear and sadness. She keeps crying while watching the battle as her father fights for his life. She knows this battle could be the last for her father.
This little girl is Seraphina, Azaroth's daughter. Anyone could mistake her for a normal human, even though she is a pure demon. Only her two small purple demon horns identify her as a demon.
As the battle rages on, the sky outside the hall begins to change. A golden ray descends from the heavens, shimmering with an otherworldly light. It pierces the Demon King's chest, causing him to stagger.
Azaroth, the Demon King, catches sight of this unexpected phenomenon and mutters in disbelief.
DEMON KING (looking at the golden ray) Why you, why are you interfering in our battle?
Lyndon, still locked in combat with the Demon King, retorts with a mix of surprise and resentment.
LYNDON (raising his voice) Why are you interfering now when you refused to do so in the past?
Azaroth, the Demon King, starts coughing up blood, his mouth stained crimson. With a strained voice, he speaks to Lyndon, his eyes reflecting a mixture of resignation and a father's love for his daughter, Seraphina.
DEMON KING (coughing and speaking weakly) Consider yourself lucky this time around, Lyndon, for your victory was granted by their intervention.
He pauses for a moment, his gaze shifting to Seraphina, who watches the battle with a mix of fear and confusion. The Demon King's eyes convey a sad parental smile, as if silently telling her that Lyndon is now her only family left.
DEMON KING (looking at Seraphina) Since you have won, please take care of her. I won't be there for her in the future.
With those final words, the Demon King's form begins to disintegrate, turning into dust, and his presence in the battle is no more. His sacrifice and love for his daughter leave an indelible mark on the hearts of those who witness the tragic yet poignant moment.
Lyndon, still holding the memory of the Demon King's words, stands momentarily in silence. As the battle almost ends, the white flames on his body begin to vanish, and the white glow fades. He now looks like a weak human with no energy. He is then attacked by Seraphina with a sharp, demonic-looking knife. She is full of tears and anger, mixed with a feeling of accomplishment, as if telling her dead father that she has avenged him. She stabs him near his heart, dead center in the chest. Lyndon coughs out blood, unable to withstand the blow in his human mode. He lays on the ground, taking his last breath, and says to the girl,
LYNDON (weakly) I am sorry, little one, but what happened was not in my hands.
After uttering those words, he passes away. As he dies, a distant baby's cry echoes, a sound that reverberates through the grand hall.
The little girl, Seraphina, bewildered and frightened, looks around, unable to comprehend the events that have unfolded.
INT. HOSPITAL - FLASHBACK - DAY
We transition to a different scene, a hospital room filled with somberness. A woman, a normal woman who has just given birth, lies in bed. Her breaths are shallow, and her face is pale. She looks at a man, a close friend named Gabriel, with weak, tired eyes and speaks in a frail voice.
MOTHER (whispering, struggling to speak) His father has gone to fight the Demon King... and he will not return.
She pauses, her chest rising and falling unevenly, before continuing with great effort.
MOTHER (weakly) Take care of him...
A tear slips from her eye as she reaches out a trembling hand towards the infant.
MOTHER (barely audible) Name him... Steve.
With those final words, her hand falls limply, and her eyes slowly close as she takes her last breath.
Gabriel looks at the newborn, his expression a mix of sorrow and determination, knowing he must now raise the child as his own.