THE DEMON'S AGENDA
The camera pans slowly over the towering Slayer Headquarters, a structure carved into the heart of an ancient mountain, glowing with sacred runes. Inside, a vast hall stretches endlessly, lit by flickering torches and digital projections of global demon activity. At the center, seated calmly in a high-backed obsidian chair, is an old man known only as the Grand Keeper.
A man in black enters the hall, dressed in a tactical cloak layered with weapon holsters. A signature Slayer rifle is strapped to his back, his face bruised and marked from recent battle. He kneels.
"Sir," he begins, "Paris was a nightmare. We encountered a demon unlike anything recorded in the archives. It could shape-shift and disappear at will. It wasn't just killing. It was searching for something."
The Grand Keeper closed his eyes, fingers folding over each other. "Maybe... they're not just after Metro. Maybe they have other plans."
The man looks up, confused. "What do you mean, sir?"
The Grand Keeper responds, "If the demons wanted Metro dead, his father could've done it years ago. No, they want Metro for something. Something with him."
Before the Slayer can press further, the old man's ancient phone buzzes. He picks up.
On the other end, a young girl screams over a cacophony of explosions and demonic screeches:
"It was a trap! They knew we were coming! We're down! Most of our squad is dead!"
"Where is Clante?" the Grand Keeper asks, unshaken.
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Scene Cut - Interrogation Room
The camera shifts to a dimly lit room. A demon, bound in holy chains, trembles as Clante leans against a wall, a sleek magnum in one hand, a grin on his lips. He's dressed in a dark, cool shirt, his aura calm but deadly.
"Let's play a game," Clante says. "You give the wrong answer, I might... accidentally shoot you. Question one: What are your missions on Earth? Three seconds."
The demon stammers, "Our goal is to create our own world, ideal for demons... to serve our Lord... Trayors."
Clante smirks. "Noted. Next question. What do you want from Metro?"
The demon hesitates.
Clante loads a bullet. "Tick tock."
Finally, the demon laughs. "Metro is the key. His blood and his father's — Clader — are the final pieces. Once we have both and the three Crystals of Sata, the seal on our Lord will shatter. Our paradise will rise!"
BANG! Clante shoots him in the head.
"That's enough."
Clante wipes his hands. "You can all come out now."
Suddenly, walls shatter as four demons and a towering figure known as Darox burst in, eyes glowing.
A MASSIVE FIGHT BEGINS.
Clante whirls, drawing both pistols. He fires anti-demon bullets that explode on impact. The first demon rushes with blades from its arms, but Clante backflips, firing a bullet into its chest, burning it from within.
A second demon breathes black fire, but Clante rolls behind cover, throws a small orb that releases light beams, searing the demon. He vaults over the rubble and shoots it through the head.
The third demon grows wings, flying and slashing down. Clante dodges with parkour-like agility, climbs up a broken wall, jumps onto the demon's back, and unloads twin rounds into its skull.
The fourth demon extends shadow tendrils. Clante slices through them using a laser blade, ignites a hidden mine beneath the demon's feet, and blows it sky-high.
Then, only Darox remains.
"I like the way you fight," Darox growls, cracking his neck.
"Didn't think I'd get a fan from Hell," Clante smirks.
Darox uses his technique: DISEASE MANIPULATION.
The air twists. A cloud of Toxic Spores spreads. Clante starts coughing, vision blurring.
"You feel it? The rot in your lungs... that's my gift."
Clante stumbles but grits his teeth. "I've fought worse than allergies."
Darox dashes forward, claws tearing through walls. He punches Clante into the ground. Viral Storms swirl through the building, disintegrating walls, turning technology into sludge.
Clante rolls away, gets up bleeding. "Round two, huh?"
Darox strikes with a Necro Spore Punch, but Clante grabs his wrist. He channels purified energy into his gloves, burning Darox's arm.
"You think I didn't study your diseases? I mastered them."
Clante leaps and unloads a storm of bullets at Darox, each round blessed and forged from Slayer archives. He pulls out his Anti-Demon Chain Blade, slashes Darox across the chest, then backflips and lands a grenade at his feet.
BOOM!
Darox roars. "YOU CAN'T KILL WHAT'S ALREADY DEAD!"
"Good thing I came to erase, not kill," Clante says, charging.
A brutal hand-to-hand fight ensues. Clante blocks, parries, and strikes with pressure point attacks. He swings under Darox's claws and shoots him at close range.
Darox launches a wave of acid. Clante dodges, slides across the floor, grabs an explosive arrow, and shoots it into Darox's leg.
Final Moment: Clante charges, shoots Darox through the chest. Darox falters. Clante walks slowly toward him and empties an entire clip into his heart.
Darox coughs blood. "With Metro and the Crystal of Sata... we'll bring our world to yours. I don't regret anything."
Clante: "Then die with pride."
One last shot. Darox's head slams back, body crumbling.
CALL FROM HQ:
"Clante! A squad's under attack nearby! It's a trap!"
Clante: "Copy."
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Back in Neo City
Lucien gets a call.
"They're coming for you. Be ready."
Lucien looks down at a glowing necklace with the Crystal of Sata embedded.
He whispers, "Let them come."
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Metro's School
Metro turns, his teacher is behind him. "Metro... are you okay? You've seemed distant lately. Are you struggling mentally?"
Metro sighs. "I'm fine, really."
He walks back to class, sits near the window.
Then it happens.
A flicker.
His eyes widen.
FLASHBACK:
He is pulled back to the Beginning of the World, when the first war between humans and demons began. Glimpses of ancient warriors. The sealing of Trayors. The rise of the first Slayer.
The Crystal of Sata... glowing in a temple.
A voice echoes:
"You are the heir of balance... and destruction. Choose wisely."
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TO BE CONTINUED...