Scene 11 – Part 3: The Demon’s Smile]

The once serene castle corridor now lies in shambles. Dust floats like ash in the moonlight. The crimson glow of the Devil Eye Eclipse bleeds through the broken stained glass, painting the walls with haunting hues of pink and gold.

Kealvor, tall and calm, walks with a predator's grace. His pale face flickers between the shadows, featureless save for that grotesque, permanent grin. He kneels beside the fallen lady, his presence draining warmth from the air.

Kealvor (mocking):
“Oh dear… Look at you now. Crawling like a worm in the dirt... How noble.”

He grabs her by the hair, yanking her face from the blood-soaked floor. Her breaths are shallow, blood dripping from her nose, her eyes barely open. Still, there's defiance in them.

Kealvor slams her face back into the cold marble ground.

Smash.
“One.”
Smash.
“Two.”
Smash.
“Three.”
Crack. Blood spatters the floor.
“Four... Five...”

He pauses. Her body twitches, barely holding on. Her golden aura flickers like a dying flame.

Kealvor (grinning wider):
“Still not dead? Tsk. Well then... I brought a gift.”

Suddenly, the screen cuts to a surreal black void.

We see two souls suspended in space—hers glowing a radiant gold, trembling, fragile... and his, deep blue and demonic, jagged like broken glass. His face is visible now in its truest form: no eyes, no nose—just a monstrous, stretching mouth lined with far too many teeth.

He lunges with bare, clawed hands.

Pierce.

Her golden soul spasms as he drives his arm through her chest, right where her spiritual heart burns brightest. He begins draining her, pulling radiant energy out in strands of light, devouring it hungrily like mist into a vacuum.

Her body convulses in the real world.

Cut back—Kealvor rips out her physical heart, still beating. It pulses faintly in his hand, stained red and glistening under the moonlight.

He looks at it. Smirks.

Kealvor (coldly):
“Useless. And here I was thinking you’d put up a fight.”

He crushes the heart slowly, the sickening sound of bone and flesh squishing under his fingers. Blood oozes between them.

The silence afterward is deafening. Her body falls limp. Her golden aura fades to nothing.

And somewhere... far away... a red-haired boy stirs in his sleep, a chill crawling down his spine.