Location: A Private Vault in Zurich – Midnight
The room was silent.
Glass walls. Soft blue light. Screens displaying stock markets, government shifts, and criminal activities across continents.
But one screen changed everything.
Damon Vale stood alone, dressed in black, reading the emergency report sent directly from Avalon. His system—flawless and instant—had already compiled surveillance, blood traces, injury diagnostics, and combat footage.
He read it twice.
And on the third time, he stopped blinking.
Scene: The Shift
The temperature dropped.
The air cracked.
Every screen flickered violently as Damon's presence shifted from calm to catastrophic.
His eyes burned gold—no, deeper than gold. Molten.
The devil didn't need horns.
He just needed a reason.
Scene: The Family Gathers
Nova, Elina, Arielle, Zeke, and Rico appeared seconds later, alerted by the same system spike.
Nova (alarmed): "What happened?"
Zeke (already growling): "Where are the kids?"
Damon didn't turn.
He didn't speak right away.
Then—
Damon (low, controlled): "They were attacked. Caelan… Azra… Liora. All of them. Even the allies."
He turned slowly.
Eyes glowing. Aura thick. Wrath leaking from his skin.
"The Silent Ones have declared war."
Scene: Rage Ignites the Room
Elina (breath hitched): "Are they alive?"
Damon: "Injured. Scarred. Alive… for now."
He crushed the datapad in his hand. Steel twisted like paper.
Arielle (cold): "Where were Avalon's guards?"
Rico (dark): "Where were their ancestors' ghosts?"
Zeke (slamming a fist into the wall): "We should've never left."
Nova: "We didn't leave them… we trained them for this."
But Damon?
He didn't move.
He just whispered:
"They bled."
The room dimmed.
Scene: Devil Incarnate
Then—
He stepped forward.
And for a moment, the lights shut off entirely.
No power failure.
Just him.
His aura unfurled like wings of smoke and shadow, blanketing the space in unbearable pressure.
"They thought pain would silence us."
"They thought scars would make us retreat."
"They don't realize…"
"I AM THE STORM THEY SHOULD HAVE KILLED FIRST."
Final Scene: Orders Given, Wrath Unleashed
He looked at each of his generals—his wives, his brothers, his blood.
Damon: "Prepare the war chest. Trace every Shadowborne signature within a thousand miles. We leave by dawn."
"If they wanted our attention…"
"They now have our hell."