The witches and wizards writhed in agony as the demonic energy was drawn out, their cries echoing through the prison. The dark smoke twisted and curled, as if it were alive, resisting Marcus's will with every ounce of its strength. His hands trembled, beads of sweat forming on his brow, but he held steady. One by one, the streams of dark power were sealed into the enchanted containers. Each time, the witches and wizards collapsed to the ground, their eyes dull, drained of the malicious force that had once driven them. When the final wisp of smoke was trapped inside the last container, Marcus let out a shaky breath. The room felt lighter, as though the very air had been cleansed. But Marcus knew this was only temporary. The demonic powers might be contained, but they weren't destroyed. And as long as they existed, they posed a threat. As he left the prison, Marcus mulled over his next step. The authorities had sentenced the witches and wizards to death, but now, with their powers stripped away, they were nothing more than hollow shells. What truly haunted Marcus was the knowledge of what he had locked inside those containers, ancient, destructive magic, waiting for an opportunity to break free again. That night, Marcus dreamed of chaos in the dark power escaping, spreading across the land, wreaking havoc. The vision left him drenched in sweat, his heart beating fast. He knew then what he had to do. In a desperate move, Marcus poured his own power of light into a separate container, hoping to balance evil with good. Then, he took all seven containers, along with the magical book Magnus had given him, and sealed them inside a heavy, enchanted box. Marcus knew that this box now contained immense power, six forces of darkness and one of light, bound together. It was a dangerous combination, one that could never be allowed to fall into the wrong hands. He ventured deep into the Forest of Hulks, far away from civilization, and found a secluded spot. There, beneath the roots of an ancient olive tree, Marcus buried the box. He wished he could destroy the dark demonic power, once and for all, to ensure that no one would dig and set it free. Marcus prayed that day would never come. As he stood on the freshly covered ground, Marcus felt a weight lift from his shoulders, but only briefly. Now his attention shifted to his changing skin.
Marcus' skin was no longer that of a human; it had begun to morph, taking on the leathery texture of the creature he had encountered in the cave. His reflection was alien to him.
And the scratches from that immortal being now pulsed with an unfamiliar energy. He tried to heal himself with the power of light, but he was too inexperienced. The transformation was beyond his control. Marcus realized he could no longer live among humans. He was changing, becoming something else, something dangerous. Isolating himself, Marcus returned to Somalia Island, back to the very cave where it had all begun. With his magical books and a few belongings, he made the cave his home, delving deeper into magic to understand the dark forces at play. Over time, he realized that his body no longer craved normal food. Instead, he hungered for fresh blood, the essence of life itself. He became a predator, hunting animals for their blood and storing it for his survival. As the days passed, Marcus accepted his fate. He had become something different, no longer human, but not fully a creature of darkness either. He was caught between worlds, a being of immense power, isolated from the rest of humanity and haunted by the darkness he had fought so hard to contain. Marcus knew he could never return to the life he once had, but he also understood that he still had a purpose to ensure that the dark forces he had buried remained hidden forever. His transformation may have distanced him from humanity, but his mission had never been clearer. He would continue to watch over the world from the shadows, ensuring that the evil he had imprisoned would never rise again. And so, deep in the heart of the island, Marcus remained vigilant, powerful, and alone. A guardian of secrets too dangerous to be uncovered.
Centuries Later... In the modern world, the memory of the witches has long since faded into legend. The village had grown into a city, a bustling hub of life and industry. But beneath the surface, buried deep in the earth, the sealed box remained undisturbed until one fateful day. A group of scientists and treasure hunters, always searching for forgotten relics and lost treasures, were excavating in a remote area on the outskirts of the city. One of them, while digging, struck something hard. Confused, he kneeled, brushing away the dirt until the edge of an ancient, weathered box was revealed. "Hey, come look at this!" he called out to his colleagues. Curious, the others rushed over, helping him unearth the box. The box was sealed tightly, its surface marked with strange symbols and engravings that none of them recognized. They tried to pry it open, but it wouldn't move. Frustrated, they decided to break it open. With a heavy tool, they shattered the seal. Inside, they found seven small containers, each intricately designed with what looked like ancient runes. The containers shimmered with an eerie light, as though they held something far beyond ordinary treasure. "What do you think this is?" a researcher asked, inspecting the containers. Without thinking, they began to open the container. As the seal on the first container was broken, a dark, swirling mist shot out, entering the body of the researcher who had opened it. His eyes turned black, his body convulsing as an ancient malevolent power took hold of him, And he fell to the ground, writhing in agony. The rest of the scientists stood frozen in fear, watching their colleague's terrifying transformation. What is happening to him? Mr. Gray! Mr. Gray! They called out, their voices rising in panic. But none of them dared to approach him, too paralyzed by the unknown force that had taken hold of him. Suddenly, Mr. Gray stopped moving. His body lay still, like a corpse. The surroundings was eerily quiet as the others cautiously drew closer, afraid of what they might find. Just as they reached him, his body jerked violently, his eyes snapping open, glowing with demonic energy. He rose from the ground, his body levitating like an unseen force. With a chilling voice not his own, the power inside Mr. Gray spoke. "Unseal the remaining containers," it commanded, the words echoing through the forest like sinister magic. The rest of the scientists, overwhelmed by the spell and helpless against the dark force now controlling them and Mr. Gray. One by one, they unlocked the remaining containers, not knowing they were unleashing something far beyond their understanding. Sarah, one of the scientists, unsealed the container containing the power of light. Immediately, a sudden, brilliant flash of light burst forth from within, unlike the dark mists that had overtaken the others. The power of light surged into her body, its warmth and purity clashing against the evil that filled the surroundings. But it was too late. The rest of the scientists, including Sarah, succumbed to the powers that had possessed them. Their bodies collapsed to the ground, unconscious, as the ancient forces took control. Mr. Gray, now fully consumed by the demonic power inside him, fell with them, his transformation complete. As they all lay motionless, with the energy of both light and darkness, the fates of the possessed scientists now intertwined in a battle between opposing forces.