Crimson Despair: Pandemonium

Introduction

EXT. SECLUDED HOME SURROUNDED BY TREES

Under the luminous gaze of a full blue moon, a group of angelic soldiers cautiously maneuvers through the dense forest. Their pristine wings shimmer like celestial constellations against the darkened sky. With swords drawn, their silver eyes reflect a mix of determination and wariness.

SARIEL

(Skeptically.) "I cannot believe we're being forced to work with them!" (Rubs their neck.) "How can we be sure they won't turn on us like those Nephilim?"

REMIEL

"Well, our mutual enemy is worse than we expected." (Nods towards the distant sky.) "We thought the nephilim were troublesome. (Sighs.) "Compared to these things, I'd prefer the nephilim."

SARIEL

"Those Eldricheirs threaten the balance. A single one of them could wipe out all of existence if they were given enough time!"

From the heavens above, a horde of horned and winged demons descends upon the scene. The thunderous flapping of wings fills the air as the demonic riders, their burning red eyes aflame with wicked intent, dismount from their formidable steeds. Sinister snarls and hisses resonate as serrated weapons are unsheathed.

ASAEL

(casting a sidelong glance at the angels)

"We've been enemies for centuries, and now we're supposed to act like allies. Who would have thought."

BARAQIEL

(grimly)

"We share the same enemy. Let's get rid of them, so we can get back to fighting each other later." (Eyes burn with rage.)

SARIEL

"At least then we'll be back to a sense of normalcy. These Eldricheirs are so unpredictable and don't have allegiance with either side." (Raises their blade.)

REMIEL

(cautiously) "Why not just invite them as their own? Why must we make them conform?"

BARAQIEL

(snarling)

(With a grin.) "O'Remiel, that sounds like Lucifer speaking."

REMIEL

(with suspicion) "And what of Lucifer? Is he truly on your side in this battle?" (He raises an eyebrow as he sizes Baraqiel)

Sound of a blade being sharpened cuts through the tension, grabbing the others attention.

SEMYAZA

(smirking)

"Lucifer plays his own game. Trusting him is always a gamble." (He cuts his eyes.) "Do you really think arguing about this now will solve anything?"

[INT. FAMILY HOME: LIVINGROOM]

Within the cozy haven of the house, a family of four basks in the warmth of a crackling fireplace. Above the hearth hangs a vibrant portrait of the family, capturing their love and unity. The woman, regally seated in an opulent chair adorned with jewels, dons a resplendent crimson off-the-shoulder gown. Her sleek black hair, cut in a stylish bob, cascades over her shoulders. Despite her attempt to appear stern and authoritative, her dark brown eyes betray a wellspring of warmth and tenderness.

To her right stands her husband, exuding pride in his dark gray three-piece suit and gleaming silver cufflinks. His clean-shaven face bears an expression of steadfast resolve. Standing before their parents are their two sons, sporting identical three-piece suits and beaming with youthful enthusiasm. Neatly pulled-back locs frame their smiling faces, mirroring their father's features.