**Scene 1 – Obil's Apartment, Nightfall**
*The apartment is dim, lit only by a flickering lamp and the cold silver moonlight spilling through half-drawn blinds. The walls are covered in clocks — some rusted, some ancient, some pristine — each one stopped, frozen in time. None tick. Each tells a different hour, a different life. The room breathes with silence and memory.*
*Obil stands still, shoulders tense, staring at an old photograph. A black-and-white image of a woman and a child, worn at the edges, clutched like a sacred relic.*
*Suddenly, the air behind him trembles — a pulse of infernal energy like smoke curling through reality. Azazil steps through the shadows, his presence oily and elegant, dark eyes gleaming.*
**Azazil**
(smirking, voice low)
"Still keeping your museum of suffering, I see."
*He walks slowly, hands in his coat pockets, eyes scanning the clocks.*
**Azazil**
"None of them ticking. Frozen moments… all echoes of the lives you've burned through. It's tragic. Beautiful, in its own way."
*Obil doesn't turn. Still watching the photo.*
"You've been enjoying yourself, haven't you? The bar. That poor sack of pride you folded in half. The way you used your gift — dramatic, reckless, arrogant.
I'm proud."
Obil
(flatly)
"Get to the point."
Azazil
(pausing beside the photograph)
"Still staring at them, I see."
He leans forward slightly, smirking.
Azazil
"Who are they this time?"
**Obil**
(cold)
"It's none of your business. Stay out of my life."
**Azazil**
(chuckling)
"Which one?"
*He steps closer, circling Obil like a serpent around prey.*
**Azazil**
"The one where you were a starving child in Egypt?
The one where your throat was slit in a gutter over copper coins?
The one where you died with your wife and daughter in the Holocaust — burned alive in Berlin?"
*Obil clenches his jaw. His voice is steady, but thick with pain.*
**Obil**
"All of them."
*A pause. Azazil gives a slow, sarcastic clap.*
**Azazil**
"Well done.
You've made it farther than I expected. You've embraced what you are — and in doing so, you've torn a hole right through Heaven's defences."
*He leans in slightly, tone more serious now.*
**Azazil**
"Because of you, the divine power is weakening. The seals, the protections, the laws… they're all bending. And thanks to that—"
*He spreads his arms dramatically, grinning like a king entering his palace.*
**Azazil**
"—I and the other Princes of Hell can walk this earth freely. No more summoning. No more desperate cults. We don't need invitations anymore."
*Obil still doesn't look at him. Azazil smiles wider.*
**Azazil**
"Thank you, Obil. Earth hasn't felt like home in eons—until now."
*Obil turns slowly to face him, eyes dark.*
**Obil**
"I didn't do it for you."
**Azazil**
"No. But you did it. And that's all that matters."
*He strolls toward the center of the room, brushing dust from a broken clock.*
**Azazil**
"But our business isn't finished. I'm here for the second part of the deal."
**Obil**
(grim)
"What is it?"
**Azazil**
"I need a sacrifice.
Someone young. Someone pure… and broken. Someone traumatized — yet still untouched by sin. That kind of soul burns brighter than any torch. It's what we need to finish what you started."
**Obil**
(suspicious)
"You already broke the seal."
**Azazil**
"But not the world. Not yet. That child's blood will finish the ritual Cain began centuries ago. I already gave orders to the cult they have started the search."
*He eyes the still clocks again.*
**Azazil**
"They say time heals all wounds.
But your time never moves, Obil. Because deep down, you don't want to heal."
*Obil narrows his eyes. Azazil meets them, unblinking.*
**Azazil**
"Don't worry. They'll find the suitable sacrifice. And when they do… all your suffering might finally mean something."
*He disappears in a ripple of shadows, leaving only silence.
The clocks remain still. Unmoving.
Just like the man watching them.*
### **Scene 1.5 – Flashback: The Curse of Cain**
*Azazil's voice lingers, even after his form has vanished…
Azazil (V.O.):
"You think you're the first to try rewriting fate, Obil? Let me tell you a story…"
**Narrator (Azazil's voice, echoing faintly)**
*"Long before kingdoms rose… before angels wept and Hell laughed, there was a man named Cain."*
*The scene opens in a **barren desert** under a red sun. Cain walks alone, skin burned, feet bloodied. His eyes hollow. The **Mark of God** glows faintly on his skin — an eternal brand.*
**Narrator**
*"Banished. Cursed to wander. He had spilled the first blood of man — and in doing so, made himself the first exile."*
*Flash of Cain killing Abel — his brother's blood seeping into the soil like ink.*
**Narrator**
*"He wandered through centuries, untouched by age. He prayed. Begged. Wept. But the heavens stayed silent."*
*Montage: Cain praying in ancient temples, screaming at the stars, burying strangers who aged and died while he remained.*
**Narrator**
*"And when hope died, he turned to someone else and prayed to him"*
*The wind grows colder. Shadows twist unnaturally. **Lucifer** appears in a flickering silhouette — not with fire, but with a calm, terrible grace.*
**Lucifer**
"You seek death? Then open the gate, and let it walk beside you."
*Cain kneels. Not in worship, but surrender.*
*Cut to: **A dark chamber. Dozens of robed followers kneel before him** — the first **Cult of Cain**. Candles flicker around ancient symbols carved in blood and bone.*
**Narrator**
*"Thus began the Cult of Cain — not out of faith… but fury. A legion of those forsaken by God, swearing loyalty to the one who answered."*
*Cain experiments with **ancient relics**, forbidden texts. **He discovers a divine truth** — divine power can be manipulated. Overwritten. But it requires something pure…*
*Flash of a child bound in ritual, eyes full of tears, unaware of what's coming.*
**Narrator**
*"The divine power draws strength from righteousness. And nothing is more righteous than a child's innocence.
So Cain took it. Over and over again. And the heavens burned with silence."*
*Cut to: A massive ritual circle. Cain stands at its center, soaked in blood. A portal rips open
*Lucifer steps through the portal—a vision of fallen majesty. Draped in obsidian shadows, his eyes burn with ancient hunger. No demons follow him. None are needed. He is enough.*
**Narrator**
*"With him came sin—not as armies, but as whispers in the hearts of humans."*
*The world decays with unnatural speed. Men murder for pleasure. Women curse the skies. Children steal and kill. The air itself grows heavier, darker. The divine power fueling the Earth begins to fade, suffocated by the ever-growing stench of iniquity.*
**Narrator**
*"The balance of creation faltered.
With every breath, mankind became less humane… and more damned."*
*Lucifer stands in a city square as riots erupt behind him. He doesn't move—only smiles. The Cult of Cain watches from the shadows, reverent.*
*Cut to Heaven: clouds whirl like a storm made of silence and grief. A blinding tear of light falls from the throne—God's final mercy, or His last sorrow.*
**Narrator**
*"And when the world had sunk too far… God spoke not with words, but with water."*
*The skies break open. The Great Flood begins.*
*People scream. Cities vanish beneath the waves. Noah, with his family and animals, stands on the ark as rain lashes against the wood like divine rage.*
**Narrator**
*"Only Noah—the Forgiven—was spared.
Not to rebuild, but to remember."*
*As the ark floats into the stormy horizon, a final act takes place. In the Heavens, the portal that allowed Lucifer to walk among men begins to close—its light flickering, collapsing into itself.*
*Lucifer watches it vanishes with a grimace. Behind him, the Cult of Cain kneels, unaware of what awaits them.*
**Narrator**
*"And God, in His wrath, sealed the realms once more.
The connection between Hell and Earth was severed."*
*Instantly, divine light bursts into the Cult's sanctuary. Screams echo. Cain falls to his knees, eyes wide in horror as a golden chain wraps around his soul.*
**Narrator**
*"And to those who had defied the divine order…
He gave the highest punishment Hell had ever known."*
*Cain and his followers are cast down—dragged into the deepest circles of Hell. Their screams blend with the floodwaters above.*
*But before the last cultist fades… a book is passed. A child's blood is bottled. A ritual etched into stone is hidden beneath a temple floor.*
**Narrator**
*"But sin… leaves echoes.
And the Cult left behind more than just bones."*
*Narration ends*
### **Scene 2 – The Chosen Vessel**
*Setting: A shadowed chamber beneath the remnants of an old cathedral, lit only by flickering red candles. Obil sits silently at the head of a long, stone table. Hooded figures kneel around him—the modern-day Cult of Cain.*
**Cultist #1 (younger, voice tense with anticipation):**
"My lord… we have found her."
*Obil doesn't respond. He slowly exhales, eyes fixed on nothing.*
**Cultist #2 (older, more composed):**
"She matches everything the rite demands. A child. Young. Vulnerable. Her trauma is deep, but her soul remains untouched."
*He places a manila folder on the table, sliding it toward Obil. Photographs, a birth certificate, psychological reports. Evelin's face is visible in one—fragile, pale, lost.*
**Cultist #2:**
"Her mother died in an accident. The father… abandoned her. Gave her up to an orphanage—Haven's Rise. He severed all ties. No visits. No letters. Nothing."
**Cultist #1:**
"She's alone. No family left. But… there's still light in her. She hasn't turned bitter. Not yet. The perfect vessel—traumatized, but pure."
*Obil finally looks up. His gaze lands on the photo.*
**Obil (quiet):**
"No anger. No vengeance. Still kind... even in ruin."
*He closes the folder slowly.*
**Obil:**
"This is the final piece. We cannot afford mistakes."
*He rises from his seat and approaches a large city map pinned to the wall. A red circle marks Haven's Rise.*
**Cultist #2:**
"We await your orders. Should we begin the preparations?"
**Obil (without turning):**
"Yes begin the ritual i will analyse the place and forge a plan to destroy the orphanage it will look like another orphanage got destroyed by a cult or a serial killer to the others"
*The cultists glance at one another but remain silent.*
*He picks up a long coat, slides it on, and hides his blade inside.*
**Obil (to himself):**
"No more pawns. This time, everything must be perfect."