Scene: Debrief in Class - Exam Result
INT. ST. ALARIC ACADEMY – SUPERPOWER BRANCH CLASSROOM – MORNING
Professor Aster stands at the front of the classroom, a clipboard in hand and a faint smile on his face as he surveys the students seated before him. The energy in the room is buzzing, everyone eager to hear the results of their midterm dungeon exam.
Professor Aster (clearing his throat): "Alright, class, let's go over your midterm results. First, let me say that every one of you passed, and with high grades. Your reports were thorough, and your progress in handling swarms of low-ranking monsters was commendable."
A ripple of relieved smiles and murmurs spreads through the class as they share proud glances with each other.
Professor Aster (continuing, his tone shifting to a more serious one): "That being said, a common area where many of you can improve is in strengthening your raw power. Tactical versatility is important, but many of you struggled in situations requiring sheer force."
Some students exchange glances, understanding the professor's point. Fenix, a smirk on his face, raises his hand as a small bat flutters around him, landing on his shoulder.
Fenix (grinning): "Professor~ Do you think we could take on a stronger boss next time? Swarms are fine, but, honestly, not my thing… they're just fuel for blood magic."
Professor Aster (chuckling): "Ah, Fenix, still hungry for a challenge, I see. But don't sell yourself short. You did exceptionally well, and if I'm not mistaken, that bat familiar you picked up was quite the find. And you got that Crimson Lord amulet from the GGG, didn't you?"
Fenix (nodding): "Yeah, the Crimson Lord. The amulet makes my blood magic pretty unstoppable—heals me while it drains my enemies. But I'd like to push my limits. Swarms are snacks, but a real boss would show me where I can really improve."
He points to Hugo with a smirk.
Fenix: "Most of the time, Cyclops over here just deals with them using his Hellblaze. It'd be nice to have a challenge where I can really test my limits. Don't you guys agree?"
The class murmurs in agreement, with some nodding thoughtfully. Hugo and Shizuka exchange a glance, each with a look of excitement at the prospect of a real challenge.
Professor Aster (raising a hand to quiet them, his expression amused but stern): "I understand that many of you feel ready to take on more intense battles. But remember, you still ranked third in reaching the dungeon's heart. A solid performance, but the dungeon isn't just about strength—sometimes, avoiding unnecessary battles is just as crucial as engaging in them."
A few students murmur in acknowledgment, while Fenix rolls his eyes slightly, though still listening intently.
Hugo (raising his hand): "But Professor, shouldn't we still learn how to handle stronger bosses? That's what the final test will cover, right?"
Professor Aster (smiling): "Yes, Hugo. For your final test, you'll face a small dungeon boss. But this time, we'll emphasize strategic teamwork and adaptability. A dungeon boss isn't just about overwhelming force; it's about knowing your role and making sure the whole team comes through unscathed."
Excitement flickers through the room, particularly among Fenix, Shizuka, and Hugo, who exchange eager glances.
Fenix (whispering to Hugo and Shizuka): "A boss, finally. This is going to be good."
Professor Aster (with a slight grin): "And remember, this test won't be a solo endeavor. You'll need each other to pass, and I expect you all to come back stronger and more coordinated. So, enjoy this victory, but prepare yourselves—this was just the warm-up."
The classroom buzzes with renewed excitement and determination as the students exchange plans and ideas, their eyes alight with the thrill of what lies ahead.
Scene: Rising Demon Activity
INT. PENTAGON – MEETING ROOM – DAY
The same dimly lit room holds the powerful figures of the United Emirates, but today, an air of heightened urgency pulses through the assembly. At the head of the table, President Abraham Lincoln maintains his calm, though a flicker of concern darkens his expression. He looks over the gathered hunters, researchers, and guild masters, who are already murmuring about the recent events.
Abraham Lincoln (calm but firm): "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us. I'm sure you're all aware of why we're here. Reports of demonic activity have increased substantially, particularly those linked to the house of Asmodeus."
The gravity of the statement silences the room as everyone exchanges tense glances. Lincoln's gaze lands on Seiko Kimura, the renowned potion master, whose keen eyes glint under the overhead lights.
Seiko Kimura (measured and serious): "Yes, President Lincoln. My recent research into demonic auras has shown a distinct signature—a resonance that correlates directly with Asmodeus' legion. These demons have become increasingly aggressive, appearing in large numbers across several urban sectors. It's a dangerous escalation."
John Carter (leaning forward, concern mixed with frustration): "Are they organized? We're talking about highly intelligent demons, not mindless fiends. How are they infiltrating our cities in such numbers?"
Seiko Kimura (nodding): "That's precisely the issue. Their behavior suggests not only coordination but also intelligence guiding their movements. We've detected remnants of summoning circles in different locations, which means they're either recruiting local sorcerers or working with an inside force."
Hendrickson Vanderbilt (calmly): "Summoning circles... in multiple locations? This requires extensive resources. And if Asmodeus' forces are behind it, we could be looking at a full-scale demonic campaign in our cities."
Ninfea, the elven matriarch, furrows her brow, her voice soft but filled with concern.
Ninfea (thoughtfully): "Even the smallest demonic ritual leaves traces of corruption. If this pattern continues, our forests and nature reserves might fall prey to demonic influence. We must protect the sanctuaries, or this corruption could spread like wildfire."
The mention of corruption causes Lunared to shift in his seat, his eyes narrowing as he growls under his breath.
Lunared (growling, agitated): "Let them come. We'll hunt them down in every shadow and alley. Demons or not, they won't stand a chance against a hunter's blade."
Before his aggression can build, Seiko raises a calming hand.
Seiko Kimura (measured, speaking to the group): "We must proceed carefully. Direct confrontation is likely what they expect, and Asmodeus' forces are adept at luring hunters into ambushes. We need a more calculated approach."
Lincoln nods, approving of Seiko's caution.
Abraham Lincoln: "That's precisely why I'm asking each of you to focus on containment and intel-gathering for now. The situation is delicate. Asmodeus' minions are dangerous, yes, but a coordinated plan will allow us to stay one step ahead."
The room falls quiet as Balor, the dwarf blacksmith, grumbles from his corner, his gruff voice filled with skepticism.
Balor (grumbling): "Containment, eh? It's only a matter of time before we face a larger threat. Demons always bring more with them. It's the nature of their kind."
Hendrickson (thoughtful): "We can't afford to let fear drive us into rash decisions. We have resources at our disposal, and if we pool our efforts, we can contain them."
John Carter, ever the resolute hero, interjects with his usual determination.
John Carter (nodding): "If we're going to contain these demons, we need clear intel on their summoning points and the sources of their influence in the city. Every team in OverEdge is ready to gather information and neutralize these summoning circles."
Seiko's expression is thoughtful as she raises a vial filled with a strange, dark liquid.
Seiko Kimura (holding up the vial): "My team has been developing a detection potion. It can trace demonic auras and locate corrupted sites up to ten miles away. If you distribute these to your hunters, they'll be able to pinpoint summoning circles and sites of demonic activity with greater accuracy."
Lincoln looks impressed, a flicker of hope crossing his face as he considers the potion's potential.
Abraham Lincoln (approving): "Excellent, Seiko. If these potions work as you've described, they'll allow us to stay ahead of Asmodeus' forces. And for those willing, I recommend coordinating closely with Seiko's team to understand how best to wield these resources."
Ninfea nods, a quiet resolve in her expression.
Ninfea (firmly): "The elven guardians will gladly assist. With our ability to read natural energies, we can amplify the detection effects of Seiko's potions in the forests and protect the vulnerable areas."
Lincoln turns his attention back to the group, his expression resolute.
Abraham Lincoln: "This is a serious escalation, but if we remain unified, we can turn the tide. I want every guild, every hunter, and every researcher on high alert. From this moment on, demon sightings and summoning signs should be reported directly to this council."
Lunared (smirking, cracking his knuckles): "Finally, a challenge worth the hunt. We'll tear through these demons before they get too comfortable in our world."
The room vibrates with a renewed sense of purpose. Each leader nods in silent agreement, understanding that the coming days will be filled with relentless pursuit and battles, all while they work to uncover the true depths of Asmodeus' plan.
Abraham Lincoln (calm but with a tone of finality): "Then it's settled. Stay vigilant, and may we bring light to every shadow they hide in. Meeting adjourned."
As the room begins to clear, Seiko places the detection potion vials on the table for distribution, her gaze lingering on the others, knowing that this battle is just beginning. The council members disperse, each bearing the weight of their mission as they step back into the world, ready to face the darkness spreading through their cities.
Scene: Discovery of the Missing Graves
EXT. GENTOSHI FAMILY CEMETERY – AFTERNOON
The sun casts a soft glow over the Gentoshi family cemetery, painting long shadows across the carefully tended graves. Alexei Orca Gentoshi and his lover, Floria, stand in respectful silence before the graves of his parents. A gentle breeze stirs the air, carrying the familiar scent of earth and stone.
Alexei (stoic but respectful): "It's been too long since I visited them."
He bows his head, paying his respects, but something feels off. A subtle scent— or lack of it—causes him to pause. The air should be thick with the distinct mustiness of old earth and decay, but instead, there's only the sterile scent of undisturbed soil. His senses, heightened and precise, pick up no trace of what should lie below.
Floria (noticing his hesitation): "Babe, what's wrong?"
Alexei (frowning, his tone growing tense): "The smell… it's all wrong. There's no… no trace of them here."
A sense of urgency grips him as his fingers tighten around the handle of his spear. His gaze shifts to the graves, suspicion flickering in his eyes.
Alexei (determined): "Stay back, babe. I need to confirm something."
Without another word, he steps forward, raising his dragon-headed spear. The powerful weapon gleams under the afternoon light as he slams it down, shattering the gravestones with a forceful blow. Dirt and stone scatter as he digs deeper, frantically searching for any trace of his parents' remains. But the graves yield nothing. The caskets lie empty, no signs of his parents within.
Floria (shock in her voice): "Babe... they're gone. Who would dare disturb their graves?"
Alexei stares into the empty caskets, anger and disbelief twisting his usually composed expression. He clenches his fists, feeling a surge of rage and violation.
Alexei (voice laced with fury): "This... this isn't an accident. Someone took them. Desecrated their graves."
Alexei's heart pounds, his fury rising like a storm. The sight of the empty graves, once a solemn place of honor for his parents, now feels like an open wound, raw and festering. His fists clench so tightly his knuckles turn white, his dragon-headed spear still half-buried in the dirt beside him.
Alexei (seething, his voice trembling with fury): "I swear… whoever did this, whoever dared to violate their rest… I'll break every single bone in their body. I'll make them wish they never breathed."
His voice is low, almost a growl, each word dripping with rage as his eyes narrow on the empty caskets. Floria steps closer, her face creased with concern. She's seen Alexei angry before, but this is different—darker, more dangerous.
Floria (softly, placing a hand on his arm): "Babe… you need to calm down. This anger… it won't change what's happened here."
Alexei's jaw tightens, but he doesn't look at her, his gaze fixed on the desecrated graves.
Alexei (furious, barely containing himself): "Someone did this, Floria. Someone violated them. My parents... our family."
He pauses, his voice breaking slightly as the weight of the realization crashes over him. He's no longer the stoic, composed leader but a son grappling with loss and fury.
Floria (gently, her hand on his shoulder): "I know, love. But we don't know who did this, or why. Standing here won't give us answers."
She watches him carefully, sensing the turmoil beneath his anger. She's always known Alexei to be strong and controlled, but this—seeing him unravel like this—is almost as painful as the empty graves.
Floria (softly, coaxing): "Let's go back home. We need to tell Lysander and Angela. They deserve to know, and they might have seen or heard something we haven't."
Her voice is calm, but the urgency in her tone is clear. She knows if he keeps letting his rage build, it will only consume him. Alexei takes a deep, shuddering breath, his fists relaxing slightly as he considers her words.
Alexei (still tense, but beginning to listen): "Big bro… big sis… "
Alexei's gaze finally meets hers, his eyes still fierce, but there's a flicker of something else—pain, vulnerability. He doesn't speak, just nods tightly, taking one last look at the empty graves. Floria watches him carefully, her heart aching, knowing that beneath his rage is a grief so deep he might never fully recover from it.
Alexei (gritting his teeth): "Fine. We'll go home, talk to them… But if I find out who did this, they'll regret every second of their existence."
As they leave the cemetery, Alexei's mind swirls with thoughts of vengeance and justice. The weight of his anger and sorrow is immense, but with Floria by his side, he feels a small glimmer of strength. Together, they make their way back to the Gentoshi estate, prepared to face the painful truths that await them.
Scene: Shocking News
INT. LYSANDER'S APARTMENT – EVENING
The siblings are gathered in Lysander's sleek, minimalistic apartment, each one still processing Alexei's shocking revelation. Lysander, typically calm and composed, sits at the edge of his seat, eyes narrowed in disbelief.
Lysander (in shock): "What?! Our parents' corpses... they're gone? They're not where we buried them?"
Angela (stunned, her voice trembling slightly): "But... how is that even possible? We were all there for the funeral. We watched them being buried."
Floria (anxious, glancing between them): "Lysander, could this be some kind of side effect from the time ritual? Maybe, before we rewrote time, their corpses... somehow weren't there?"
Lysander (firmly shaking his head): "No, Floria. Even if the ritual had affected some details, I made sure their bodies were laid to rest. I was there to see it myself, even if Angela and Alexei weren't."
He pulls out his tablet, swiping until he finds a photo of their parents' burial, showing them laid in their graves. He holds it up for everyone to see.
Lysander: "Look, I even documented it. There's proof—our parents were buried properly. So if they're not there now... someone must have removed them."
Alexei grits his teeth, a dangerous glint in his eyes, while Angela folds her arms, her expression darkening as the severity of the situation settles over her.
Alexei (through clenched teeth): "Then if it wasn't some twisted ritual or a mistake, who else would even dare to defile their graves?"
A silence falls over the group as Angela considers the possibility.
Angela (thoughtful, glancing at Alexei and Lysander): "What if it's one of our own family members? Maybe someone wants to study Hugo's purgatory flame—his Hellblaze—and thinks our parents' remains could hold some insight? We've done similar things before. Remember Sakae's parents?"
Lysander (nodding, considering her logic): "True. But we obtained permission for that. Aunt Reika specifically asked Sakae's brother, Sakai, and he agreed. They handled it with consent. No one in our clan would risk disrespecting our family's legacy like this without consulting us first."
Angela (nodding thoughtfully): "Then let's start by asking the clan's researchers directly. They'd know if something unusual was planned."
Alexei (a cold, determined look in his eye): "And if they do?"
Angela (softly yet determined): "Then we'll make them pay."
Without another word, Lysander pulls out his phone, quickly dialing the first contact on his list. One by one, he contacts the leading researchers in the family who might have had access to the cemetery or the motivation to disturb their parents' graves. Each call ends with the same response—a firm denial, confusion, or outright horror at the notion of such disrespect.
Finally, Lysander sets his phone down, his expression grim.
Lysander (disappointed): "It's confirmed. No researcher in our family had anything to do with the grave desecration."
Alexei (narrowing his eyes, skeptical): "What if they lie?"
Lysander (firmly): "Maybe... but I don't think so, we're of the same blood. If they do lie and we get the truth, it would be hard for them since we can easily expose them in front of other members to excommunicate them. Their status in the clan would be reduced to that of Sakae and Hugo-bastards."
Alexei nods, though his face still holds a trace of doubt and frustration. His fists clench at the thought of the act going unpunished.
Alexei: "So, what now? Who else could do something like this?"
Angela looks thoughtful, an idea forming in her mind.
Angela (determined): "If our own clan members aren't responsible, then we need to broaden our reach. I have a contact—Rina Rosenkreuz, from the Rosenkreuz family. She's a descendant of Christian Rosenkreuz, the legendary magician. Her clan might be able to help us track whoever's responsible."
Lysander (pausing, considering, then shaking his head): "That's a good thought, Angela, but let's save it as a last resort. Our clan has always prided itself on science and research. Relying on magic isn't exactly our style."
Alexei (challenging): "So, you have a better idea?"
Lysander (nodding, focused): "Yes. I suggest we start by analyzing the carbon print at our parents' gravesite. It would tell us if someone physically disturbed it and potentially when the desecration happened. If that approach doesn't give us answers, then we'll look into contacting the Rosenkreuz."
Angela and Alexei exchange glances, each considering his approach. Angela finally nods in agreement, though Alexei's fists remain clenched, his gaze still dark with the lingering anger of their parents' defiled graves.
Angela (resolute): "Alright. Let's do it your way first, then."
Lysander rises, his determination matching theirs, as he gathers his tools and data on their parents' graves. The siblings steel themselves, prepared to uncover the truth, no matter how painful or shocking it may be.
Scene: Gentoshi Investigation
EXT. GENTOSHI FAMILY CEMETERY – MIDDAY
The Gentoshi siblings stand near their parents' graves, joined by McGregor, a forensic expert they hired to analyze the site. The cemetery is quiet, a stark contrast to the unsettling discoveries they've been uncovering.
McGregor (reviewing his findings): "From the carbon print analysis, it looks like someone opened the caskets about three months ago."
Angela (softly, her voice laced with anger): "So they did it right after the funeral? They desecrated our parents' graves as soon as we laid them to rest?"
Lysander (analytical, thinking aloud): "It would make sense, timing-wise… At that point, I was handling the inheritance, and we had problems at the mansion. Then, we all plunged into our small project of upgrading ourselves. It was the perfect time to go unnoticed."
Alexei (fists clenched, seething): "So this body snatcher was targeting our parents from the start. They timed it perfectly, knowing we'd be occupied."
McGregor (thoughtfully, raising an eyebrow): "'It'?"
Angela (looking at Lysander): "Given the precision… it's possible."
McGregor (continuing with his report): "There's something else. The cement around the grave… its color and texture don't match the other graves. After inspecting it, I found that the snatcher used a lower-quality cement to reseal the grave, likely hoping to cover their tracks without attracting attention."
Floria (raising an eyebrow, her voice sharp): "Cover their tracks with cheap materials… How resourceful."
Alexei (gritting his teeth): "That wretch… defiling our parents with such disrespect."
Lysander (thinking aloud, piecing it together): "This confirms it wasn't a sanctioned act by our family. If it were one of ours, they'd use the same quality materials as the rest of the cemetery to avoid detection. This person lacked the resources—likely some outsider with a personal agenda or limited funding."
Angela (softly, with a tinge of sadness): "Is there anything else, Mr. McGregor? Any fingerprints we could use?"
McGregor (apologetic, shaking his head): "I'm afraid not, Miss Angela. It's been three months. Any fingerprints would have faded, covered by dirt and erosion over time."
Angela (quietly, lowering her gaze): "I see… Thank you for trying."
Lysander (giving McGregor a small smile): "We appreciate your thorough work, Mr. McGregor. As promised, here's the payment."
Lysander hands him an envelope, its contents discreet but substantial.
Lysander (with a smile): "And I'll make sure to put in a good word with our uncle, Liam. He'll hear how well you handled this."
McGregor's face lights up, grateful and surprised.
McGregor (with a small bow): "Thank you, sir. It's been an honor working with the Gentoshi family."
As McGregor walks away, the Gentoshi siblings linger by their parents' desecrated graves. A tense silence settles over them, each one feeling the weight of both loss and insult.
Alexei (with a hard edge to his voice): "Any other ideas, big bro?"
Lysander (thinking carefully): "We could bring in a private investigator. Make it a full-scale operation… but…"
Angela (sighing, her voice tight with frustration): "It would take months. I'm done waiting, Lysander."
Angela's gaze drifts back to the graves, where fragments of earth and cheap cement lie scattered, remnants of their parents' resting place disturbed by some unknown hand.
Angela (soft yet deadly, fists clenched): "First, they were murdered in that… that vile incident. And now, their graves defiled, their remains taken for some twisted reason. I can't sleep knowing we're at a dead end."
Lysander watches his sister, her barely-contained fury evident. After a pause, he nods.
Lysander (relenting): "Alright. This is clearly urgent. Call Rina. Let's see what the Rosenkreuz clan can do."
Angela nods, grateful for Lysander's support. She steps aside, pulling out her phone and dialing her contact. As she waits for the line to connect, Alexei crosses his arms, watching her with a mixture of relief and grim determination.
Alexei (muttering to himself): "Finally, we'll get some answers…"
Angela steps back to them as the call connects, her voice controlled but with an undertone of urgency.
Angela: "Rina, it's Angela. I need your help, and it's urgent… Can we meet soon?"
There's a pause as Rina responds, and Angela nods, the relief evident in her eyes.
Angela: "Thank you."
She hangs up, turning back to her brothers.
Angela (with resolve): "She's agreed to help. We're meeting her tonight."
Lysander (nodding): "Good. Let's see what the descendants of the legendary magician could do."
The siblings exchange determined glances, each of them ready to push forward.
Alexei (eagerly): "Alright, let's go. The sooner we get to Rina, the sooner we can figure this out."
Angela glances at him, then shakes her head, her expression resolute.
Angela: "Not so fast, Alexei. I'll be meeting Rina alone."
Alexei (startled, frowning): "Alone? Why? She's helping all of us—don't you think I should be there too?"
Angela (smirking, with a playful glint in her eye): "Trust me, a one-on-one will be better. Rina and I are friends, and sometimes… certain emotional tactics work best between friends."
Alexei (reluctant, crossing his arms): "Emotional tactics, huh?"
Angela (teasing): "Exactly. Rina's more likely to open up if it's just the two of us. Don't worry, I'll get the information we need."
Lysander chuckles, finding amusement in Alexei's frustration, while Floria places a hand on Alexei's arm to calm him.
Floria (gently): "She's right, Alexei. You know Angela's good at these things. Let her handle it."
Alexei sighs, resigned but still itching to take action. Angela gives him a reassuring smile before turning to Lysander.
Angela: "I'll keep you all updated. In the meantime, hang tight. I'll meet Rina at the café in the school garden."
Lysander (nodding): "Understood. Take your time—make sure we're not missing any details."
With a confident nod, Angela leaves them, heading toward the school garden where she and Rina arranged to meet. Alexei watches her go, still somewhat dissatisfied with being left out, but reassured by the confidence in her stride.
Scene: Girls Talk
INT. SCHOOL GARDEN CAFE – AFTERNOON
The School Garden Café is a stunningly elegant establishment, nestled amid the pristine gardens of St. Alaric Academy, renowned for its exclusivity. Only the wealthiest students from the academy's most distinguished families gather here, making it a haven of refinement and quiet luxury. Ornate chandeliers hang from the high ceiling, casting a warm glow over plush velvet seating and delicately carved tables adorned with silverware and porcelain cups. Large windows offer views of the academy's manicured gardens, giving the space an open, airy feel while maintaining a sense of privacy.
Angela sits at a table by the window, her gaze distant as she waits for Rina. Her fingers toy with the lace of her handkerchief, a nervous energy in her otherwise composed demeanor. She looks up as the door opens and Rina steps in, her elegant figure silhouetted by the light from the garden.
Rina (approaching, concerned): "Angela... what's the matter? You weren't in school today, so I started to worry. And your call… it sounded serious."
Angela looks up, and as she meets Rina's concerned gaze, her expression shifts. Her eyes well up, and a tear slips down her cheek. She takes a shaky breath, her voice soft and trembling.
Angela (barely holding back her emotions): "Rina… it's just… it's been so much. I didn't know who else to turn to."
Rina's face softens with empathy, and she moves closer, reaching out to take Angela's hand.
Rina (gently): "Angela… I'm here. Tell me what's going on."
Angela lets out a quiet sob, her defenses breaking as she recounts the recent events. She speaks of the horrifying discovery at her parents' graves, the desecration, and the painful questions that remain unanswered. Her words come out between sobs, each one drawing her friend's attention closer, capturing the grief that lingers beneath her calm exterior.
Angela (voice breaking, looking at Rina with pleading eyes): "It's like they can't even rest in peace, Rina… after everything they went through. I just… I don't know who would do something so heartless."
Rina's own expression becomes somber, her heart aching as she watches her friend's pain spill out. She reaches for Angela's hand, squeezing it gently in a gesture of support.
Rina (softly, her voice filled with sympathy): "I had no idea, Angela. I'm so sorry. I can't imagine how horrible this must be for you… or your family."
Angela nods, dabbing her eyes with her handkerchief, her voice still thick with emotion as she looks at Rina.
Angela: "That's why I called you, Rina. I need your help. You're the only person I could trust with this... and I didn't know where else to turn."
Rina's face softens further, her expression shifting from sadness to determination.
Rina (nodding, resolute): "You don't even have to ask, Angela. I'll help you. Whatever you need."
Angela gives her friend a faint, grateful smile, relief mingling with the pain still lingering in her eyes.
Angela (softly, through quiet sobs): "Well… you see… since my parents' corpses are no longer with us… I can't bear it, Rina. I just want them to rest in peace."
Rina's eyes fill with sympathy as she listens, her grip on Angela's hand tightening in support.
Angela (hesitantly, looking at Rina with a pleading expression): "Could you… could you introduce me to some mages from your family? Someone who specializes in tracking magic? I need to know where they are, what happened to them."
Rina takes in her friend's words, her expression shifting from sadness to a thoughtful resolve. She knows the weight of this request and the toll it's already taken on Angela.
Rina (nodding firmly): "Of course, Angela. I understand. If it's to help you find peace, then I'll do everything I can."
Angela lets out a small sigh of relief, the tension easing just slightly from her shoulders.
Angela (grateful, whispering): "Thank you, Rina… it means so much."
Rina (determined): "My family has a few mages who specialize in tracking rituals and divination. They're talented, and if anyone can help us find out what happened to your parents, it's them."
Angela's eyes brighten just a bit, a flicker of hope breaking through the grief.
Angela: "I'll do whatever it takes, Rina. I just want this nightmare to end."
Rina reaches across the table, her hand resting atop Angela's.
Rina: "We'll get to the bottom of this together. I'll arrange a meeting with them as soon as possible. You don't have to carry this alone."
Angela nods, a faint smile touching her lips as she looks at her friend, finally feeling some sense of direction.
Scene: Shocking Revelation
EXT. GENTOSHI FAMILY CEMETERY – MORNING
The Gentoshi siblings stand by their parents' graves, joined by Rina Rosenkreuz and Anna Sprengel V, the high priestess of the Lichte, Liebe, Leben Temple within the Rosicrucian Order. Anna stands out in her flowing pink dress adorned with delicate roses, each petal a carefully crafted symbol of her mystical authority.
Lysander (impressed): "Rina, I didn't expect you to bring the high priestess herself. Good morning, Miss Anna. I'm Lysander Chocolate Gentoshi. It's an honor to meet you."
Lysander bows respectfully, mindful of the customs and the formality of the occasion.
Anna (smiling warmly): "The honor is mine, Lysander. I have heard of your family's hardships and am deeply empathetic to your loss."
Rina (smiling): "I'm surprised you recognized Anna, Lysander. But yes, she's the best our order has to offer, second only to my grandfather, the temple chief. No mage could be better for this."
Angela reaches for Rina's hand, her eyes misting with gratitude.
Angela (softly): "Oh, Rina… Thank you so much. You're a true friend."
Alexei (stoically): "So, what's the process? What do we need to do?"
Anna (serene and confident): "Using the blood of a close relative, I can recreate the scene involving the person who disturbed these graves. Blood acts as the perfect medium to channel the energy required for this spell."
Floria (startled): "Another ritual involving blood... just like the time-rewriting ritual."
Anna (reassuringly): "Don't worry. This is a perfected method—a spell based on one of the original works of our founder, Christian Rosenkreuz. He designed a miniature garden to view distant events. As long as the medium is correct, I can recreate the scene accurately, down to the smallest detail."
The siblings exchange astonished glances, taking in the weight of what's about to happen.
Alexei (excitedly, stepping forward): "That's incredible. Let's not waste time. Here, use mine."
He rolls up his sleeve, prepared to draw blood. Anna stops him gently with a raised hand.
Anna: "Hold on just a moment. I'll need to prepare the circle."
With practiced precision, Anna kneels and begins drawing a complex magic circle on the ground. Each line and symbol is exact, infused with ancient precision. She places a single rose in the center of the circle, its petals perfectly arranged.
Anna: "Alexei, please place a few drops of your blood here, on the north side of the circle."
Alexei (nodding): "Got it."
He draws a small blade across his wrist, careful not to cause too much harm, and lets several drops of blood fall onto the designated spot. The blood seems to ripple as it touches the circle, spreading outwards along the lines until it reaches the rose. The rose glows, absorbing the energy as Anna begins to chant softly in an ancient tongue.
As her voice fills the air, the blood moves like liquid fire, illuminating the circle. The rose shines with an ethereal light, casting a soft glow over the cemetery. Slowly, light emerges from the circle, forming into the shapes of figures and movement. The foggy shapes sharpen, becoming a vivid, ghostly recreation of that fateful day.
The siblings and Floria watch in awe as a cloaked figure appears in the cemetery, silhouetted by a faint, unnatural glow. They see the figure move to their parents' graves, casting furtive glances around before starting to work on the gravesite.
Alexei (voice trembling with fury): "It was him… That bastard!"
Angela's face turns pale, a mix of sorrow and anger clouding her gaze, while Lysander's jaw clenches as he watches Hugo's every move with growing contempt.
Angela (her voice dark, eyes narrowing): "He's lost… Just when I thought he might have some shred of redeeming quality, he proves me wrong."
Lysander (gritting his teeth, voice grim): "So this is what he's become."
Anna (softly): "I am truly sorry. The ritual has shown you the truth… Wait a moment, there is more."
Anna continues chanting, her voice low and resonant, and the scene shifts to several days later. In the vision, Hugo returns to the cemetery, carrying two urns of ash. He kneels at their parents' graves, placing the urns carefully in the ground next to the gravesites, as if hiding them in plain sight.
Floria (confused): "Wait… He's burying something?"
Angela (disdainfully): "It looks like… some sort of ash box?"
Lysander (his face darkening as he realizes the truth): "Urns. That bastard… he burned our parents' remains with his Hellblaze, reduced them to ashes, and buried them here like they were nothing but trash."
He turns to Alexei, his eyes steely.
Lysander: "Alexei."
Alexei (gripping his spear): "Right ahead of you."
Without hesitation, Alexei drives his spear into the exact spot where Hugo buried the urns. Dirt scatters, and as he digs with ferocity, the urns come into view, nestled in the disturbed earth.
Angela's gaze turns to Anna, her voice soft but with a desperate edge.
Angela: "I'm sorry to ask, but… Miss Anna Sprengel V, could you please help us once more?"
Anna (giving Angela a reassuring smile): "Do not worry, Miss Angela. I'll do the best I can."
With quiet focus, Anna draws another intricate magic circle around the urns. She kneels before it, her eyes serious, and begins to chant softly, channeling energy as she probes the ashes to understand the extent of Hugo's actions. Suddenly, her face shifts, a look of surprise and discomfort crossing her features.
Anna (hesitating): "This is…"
Lysander (concerned): "What's wrong, Miss Anna?"
Anna (her voice steady but her eyes troubled): "I'm sorry, but… could we speak somewhere more private? This is… difficult to discuss here."
The siblings exchange tense glances, each of them bracing for what Anna might reveal as the scene fades.
Scene: Shocking Revelation - The Fire of Hell
INT. GENTOSHI FAMILY ESTATE – DINING HALL – LUNCH
The Gentoshi family dining hall, grand and somber, reflects a sense of old-world elegance. Dark wood-paneled walls frame large, arched windows that let in just enough daylight to illuminate the intricately carved chairs and the massive mahogany table. Golden chandeliers hang from the high ceiling, casting a soft glow over the hall. Faded family portraits line the walls, bearing silent witness to generations of Gentoshi ancestors.
At the table, the Gentoshi siblings sit with Anna Sprengel, the high priestess, who has joined them at Lysander's invitation. Rina has been asked to leave by Anna herself, as the conversation delves into matters deeply personal to the Gentoshi family.
Alexei (looking around with a touch of nostalgia): "It's been a while since I set foot here."
Angela (nodding): "Yes… after the incident, it's mostly been big brother taking care of the repairs and dealing with all the paperwork and… other issues."
Lysander (directing his attention to Anna): "Miss Anna Sprengel, you mentioned needing to speak with us privately. What is it you wanted to discuss?"
Anna remains silent for a moment, her gaze calm but serious as she observes each of the siblings. She takes a deep breath before addressing them.
Anna: "The one who disturbed your parents' graves… I believe he used necromancy on their bodies."
Angela (her eyes widening in shock): "Necromancy?"
Anna (nodding solemnly): "Yes. But it wasn't through conventional magic; rather, it was an extension of his innate ability. Are you familiar with the Tree of Qliphoth?"
Lysander (thoughtful): "The tree of demons?"
Anna: "Yes. In Kabbalistic teachings, the Qliphoth is a representation of Hell. Kabbalah divides the cosmos into the Tree of Sephiroth, symbolizing the heavens, and the Tree of Qliphoth, symbolizing Hell's darkest realms. But this particular case is rare… the one who disturbed your parents' graves appears to have a power tied directly to Thaumiel—the deepest, most twisted part of the Qliphoth. Through it, he managed to resurrect their bodies."
Alexei (shaken): "That's… unbelievable."
Lysander (his expression darkening): "If he succeeded, then why did he burn them again? Did he think he'd failed?"
Anna: "No, he did succeed. But necromancy is not what most people imagine it to be."
Angela (frowning): "What do you mean, Miss Anna?"
Anna: "Necromancy is not the power to fully resurrect the dead, but rather the art of interacting with what's left behind after death. When a person dies, fragments of their soul may linger, like shadows of who they once were. A necromancer can use this fragment—for power, knowledge, or other purposes. But to bring them back as they once were, whole and alive… that's impossible. A mere fragment of a soul cannot revive the entirety of who someone was."
Lysander (realizing, his tone grim): "So… you're saying the thing that came back wasn't truly our parents."
Anna (nodding): "Correct. What the grave robber brought back were nothing more than reanimated bodies—a kind of living corpse, animated by a piece of their souls. They had no sense of true self, no memories, no awareness. To a novice necromancer, like him, it may have seemed like a failure. But in truth, he achieved what is possible with necromancy. It's simply that true resurrection—the full return of a soul—is impossible. Bringing the dead back to life is as impossible as forcing a grown tree back into the seed from which it sprouted."
Angela's face pales as the weight of Anna's words sinks in, and Lysander's hands ball into fists, his usual composure cracking at the edges. Alexei grits his teeth, anger simmering beneath the surface.
Angela (her voice shaking): "So they… they were nothing but shells, moving as if they were alive…"
Anna (gently): "Yes. And that's likely why he ultimately destroyed them. The grave robber was searching for the impossible. When he realized it, he… well, to him, it was a failure."
Lysander (calm but cold): "And he desecrated them in the process. His 'failure' cost them even the dignity of their rest."
The siblings fall silent, each of them grappling with the grim reality of what Hugo's actions truly meant.