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Opening scene: A dark, desolate city under a crimson moon. The streets are eerily quiet, save for the soft crunch of boots on shattered glass. A figure steps into view: Draven Nyx, a pale young man with sharp, blood-red eyes and jet-black hair. His cloak flutters in the cold wind, revealing his slender yet muscular frame.
Draven (thought bubble):
"They called me an abomination. A freak. Half-vampire, half-demon... Something that should never exist. But tonight, I'll remind them why they should have feared me from the start."
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Draven stands before the crumbling gates of a mansion, its towering structure bathed in ominous shadows. Inside resides the Vermillion Order, a secretive cult responsible for hunting hybrids like him. A wicked smirk plays on his lips as he cracks his knuckles.
Draven:
"Time to clean house."
With a burst of speed, he vanishes from sight, leaving a faint afterimage.
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Inside the mansion, the cult members are gathered in the grand hall. Hooded figures chant around a glowing crimson sigil on the floor, their leader, Archbishop Varrick, standing tall with a twisted grin.
Varrick:
"Tonight, we purge the filth from this world. The hybrid plague ends with Draven Nyx."
A sudden gust extinguishes their candles. Panic sets in as the room is plunged into darkness.
Cultist 1:
"Did you feel that?!"
Cultist 2:
"Something's here..."
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Draven's voice echoes through the shadows, cold and mocking.
Draven:
"Filth, you say? That's rich coming from a group that sacrifices innocents to fuel their petty crusade."
A cultist screams as Draven appears behind him, fangs bared. In one fluid motion, he snaps the man's neck and vanishes again.
Cultist 3 (terrified):
"Where is he?!"
Varrick (snarling):
"Stand your ground! He's just one monster—"
Draven reappears mid-sentence, grabbing Varrick by the throat and slamming him into a wall.
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Draven's crimson eyes glow as he tightens his grip, his voice low and venomous.
Draven:
"One monster? You have no idea what you're dealing with."
Varrick struggles but manages to raise a dagger laced with holy energy, stabbing Draven in the side. Draven grimaces but doesn't flinch.
Draven:
"Impressive. Holy weapons hurt... a little."
He wrenches the dagger from his body, tossing it aside. His wound heals instantly.
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Draven releases Varrick, letting him collapse to the floor, gasping for air. He turns to face the remaining cultists, his voice dripping with malice.
Draven:
"Your turn."
The next panels are a flurry of brutal action. Draven moves with inhuman speed, slicing through cultists with his clawed hands. Blood splatters the walls as screams echo through the mansion.
Cultist 4 (sobbing):
"Please, spare me!"
Draven (coldly):
"Did you spare the children you burned at the stake? No? Then why should I?"
He finishes the cultist with a swift strike.
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The room is now a slaughterhouse. Draven stands amidst the carnage, his cloak drenched in blood. Varrick, the sole survivor, crawls away, muttering prayers.
Varrick (desperately):
"You... you're a demon! A soulless beast!"
Draven (kneeling beside him):
"Part demon, part vampire. But don't forget the most dangerous part of me..."
Draven leans closer, his smirk widening.
Draven:
"My mind."
He places a single clawed finger on Varrick's forehead, channeling dark energy. Varrick's eyes roll back as his body contorts, consumed by shadows.
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Draven rises, wiping the blood from his hands. He surveys the destruction with a look of grim satisfaction.
Draven (thought bubble):
"The Vermillion Order is no more. But this is only the beginning. If they think I'm a monster, I'll show them what real nightmares look like."
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Draven exits the mansion, stepping into the cold night. The crimson moon reflects in his eyes as he walks away, the screams of his victims still echoing faintly behind him.
In the final panel, a mysterious figure watches from the shadows—a tall man with glowing blue eyes and a sinister grin.
Mysterious Figure:
"Draven Nyx... The world isn't ready for what you've unleashed. But I am."