Things are getting desperate, and Daniel Hartwell feels a weight weighing down on him. An ancient entity, Y'xerath-Molokh, has unleashed a reign of terror that is growing ever more prevalent. With every passing second, fear spreads through the people of Eolwyn. Anyone connected to the entity—especially Isolde—is being targeted first. And while they don't yet fully understand its power, they do know one thing: the longer they remain silent, the more lives will be lost.
After the incident at the school, Daniel decides to take Isolde to a safer place while his team continues their investigation. They learn that Y'xerath-Molokh's presence affects not only individuals like Isolde, but also those around them. They find evidence that the entity is not only intimidating, but also controlling the minds of those close to it—a power that is deeper and more dangerous than they had ever imagined.
Isolde is taken to a safe place, away from the crowds and the ever-increasing threat. But she seems more restless than ever. Inside her, there was a feeling of being bound, as if Y'xerath-Molokh had possessed her more deeply than they could have imagined. She often spoke of a voice that followed her, a voice that grew louder each night.
At night, in a more secluded room outside the city, Daniel gathered with experts, including a priest from the local church, Father William, who had experience fighting dark forces. They decided to perform a purification ritual, hoping to sever the connection between Isolde and Y'xerath-Molokh.
In a room lit by candles and the pungent smell of incense, they began the ceremony. Father William led the prayers, reciting passages from scripture, hoping to protect Isolde from the evil entity possessing her. However, as they recited the prayers, the atmosphere around them began to change. The air grew colder, and the eerie sound of bells began to ring, even though there were no bells around them.
Suddenly, Isolde fell to the floor, her body shaking violently. Her face seemed to change, her eyes stared blankly, and her mouth began to speak in a language they could not understand. A dark force seemed to be taking over her body.
"This is not the end," Isolde's voice echoed, but it was not hers. "You cannot stop me. I am the bringer of death, the bringer of resurrection. You will only be part of the darkness I bring."
Daniel and his team were stunned, afraid, but they could not retreat. Father William continued to pray, louder and louder, trying to fight the power that was taking over Isolde's body. Suddenly, the sound of the bells grew louder, deafening to their ears. It was as if the world around them began to distort, and they felt something greater watching them.
"Who dares to stand in my way?" the voice echoed. "I am Y'xerath-Molokh. I come to demand. No one can stop my resurrection. You are but a game in my hands."
Daniel felt his body freeze, as if the entity were before him, watching his every move with disgust and hatred. "We fear you not," Daniel said in a trembling voice. "We will stop you, by any means necessary."
But as he spoke those words, the light in the room began to dim. A terrifying sound reached their ears, as if the world was sucking them into the void. A split second later, everything became silent.
Outside, an officer who was guarding the area ran towards the church after hearing a loud scream. He saw Isolde, who was still collapsed on the floor, but her face looked normal as before. There was no sign of the dark power that had taken over her. Had the ceremony succeeded? Or was this just an illusion?
When they woke Isolde, she looked confused, as if she had just woken up from a nightmare. "What happened?" the girl asked in a weak voice. "I felt… like something very big was taking over me."
"Everything will be fine," Daniel said softly, though his heart was full of doubt. "We will protect you, Isolde. You will not be alone."
However, even though they had managed to restore Isolde to a calmer state, the fear was not over. They knew that Y'xerath-Molokh, or whatever entity had taken over the girl's body, would not give up so easily. The power of this entity was stronger than they could have imagined. A dark war was now beginning, and they could only hope they had enough time to face it.
Meanwhile, somewhere far away, in the depths of darkness unseen by human eyes, the entity laughed waiting for the right moment to rise again, bringing deeper and more devastating darkness to a world already plunged into fear.
When everything seemed calm after the purification ritual, something unexpected happened. Father William, who was still standing with the holy book in his hand, suddenly froze. His body stiffened, and his eyes widened as if he saw something that only he could see.
Before anyone could react, Father William's body was lifted into the air. Everyone in the room froze, their eyes glued to the inconceivable scene. Father William floated in the middle of the room, his arms and legs twitching. A muffled scream escaped his mouth as his body began to be scratched by something invisible. Lines of wounds appeared on his skin, as if sharp claws were tearing him apart.
"William!" Daniel shouted, trying to get closer, but he was immediately thrown back as if hit by an invisible force.
Father William struggled in the air, his blood dripping onto the floor, creating a horrifying red puddle. Then, in one brutal movement, his body was thrown with incredible force out of the window. The sound of glass shattering echoed through the night, followed by the sound of a body hitting the asphalt outside.
Daniel and the others immediately ran outside, only to witness an even more horrifying scene. Father William's body lay in the middle of the road, motionless, with deep wounds all over his body. However, before they could get close, a large truck sped past at high speed. The driver seemed oblivious to what was in front of him.
"William! No!" shouted one of the policemen, but everything happened too fast.
The truck ran over Father William's body with a terrible sound. When the truck finally stopped, only blood and body parts were left on the road. The atmosphere became silent, except for the faint sound of bells in the distance, making everyone's hair stand on end.
Isolde, who was standing behind Daniel, suddenly said in a strange voice, almost unlike her own. "He has taken it. Those who try to resist will suffer the same fate."
Daniel stared at the girl with wide eyes. "What do you mean, Isolde? Who took it?"
However, Isolde did not answer. Her eyes were blank, and her body was shaking as if she was holding something very heavy. The sound of the bells grew louder, and the air around them became cold. Daniel realized that they were not just dealing with Y'xerath-Molokh, but something greater, something that sought not only to destroy them, but to transform this world into a place where terror was the law.
"We have to get out of here," Daniel told his team. "We can't fight this alone."
But deep down, he knew that running away was no solution. The entity, whatever it was, would not stop until everyone submitted to its power.
As Daniel's team prepared to leave the scene filled with fear and despair, the air around them suddenly changed. A cold wind blew without warning, carrying the smell of sulfur and something rotting. The sky, which had previously been dark but calm, suddenly shook with flashes of red light that did not come from lightning.
Daniel and the others stopped for a moment, looking around with increasingly obvious fear. Isolde, whose face was deathly pale, stared at the sky with wide eyes, as if seeing something that could not be seen by ordinary human eyes.
"Look at that…" Isolde muttered, her voice trembling.
Suddenly, in front of them, the air seemed to crack, creating a gap that glowed blood red. From the gap, a shadow so large, terrifying, and indescribable emerged. The creature had large wings that were charred like charcoal, its face like a mixture of human and beast, with curved horns protruding from its head. Its eyes glowed red, and its body was covered in flames that did not burn but radiated an aura of destruction.
Daniel felt his breath catch, his knees weak. "What… what is that?" he asked in a trembling voice.
A deep, echoing voice came from the creature, not through its mouth, but directly into their minds. "I am Azazel, the lord of rebellion, the herder of fire and destruction. I have seen you, and you will not escape judgment."
The voice sent a ringing ringing through their ears, and several of Daniel's team members fell to their knees, clutching their heads in pain. Azazel's presence felt like it was pressing down on their souls, as if gravity had been doubled.
Azazel stepped forward, his every move shaking the ground beneath them. His wings spread out, casting a great shadow over the place. He stared down at them, as if judging their fragile existence.
"The entity you hunt is a part of me," he said, his voice sharp and powerful. "Y'xerath-Molokh is a small fragment of my will, a tool to sow destruction upon this world. And you… are but tiny thorns that dare to defy the will of heaven and hell."
Daniel struggled to his feet, though his entire body was shaking. "If you are so powerful, why don't you just take us? Are you afraid?" he asked, trying to show courage, though it was clear fear was gripping him.
Azazel laughed, a laugh that echoed like a thunder in the cave. "Afraid? I fear not mortals like you. I simply revel in your fear. Fear is power. And before the time comes, I will let you experience a terror deeper than you can imagine."
With a single movement, Azazel raised his hand. For a moment, Daniel and his team saw horrific images: cities burning, people screaming in agony, and a sky filled with fire and blood. The images vanished in a flash, but they were enough to terrify them to the bone.
"Leave this place," Azazel said menacingly. "And send this message to the world: Darkness is coming, and no one can stop it."
In an instant, Azazel vanished, leaving them with scorched earth and the pungent smell of sulfur. Daniel's team fell silent, breathing heavily, realizing that whatever they were facing was not just an evil entity, but an ancient force far beyond human comprehension.
Daniel stared at his team, his eyes filled with tension. "We have to find a way to stop this... or it's all over."
As Daniel's team was still trying to process their encounter with Azazel, the atmosphere around the church became tense. The air grew heavier, and a foul odor began to spread from the direction of the street where Father William's body had previously been found.
One of the team members, Maria, who was standing closest to the church door, suddenly heard a strange movement outside. She turned her head slowly, and her eyes widened when she saw a figure that should have been dead.
"William..." she whispered, the sound barely coming out of her throat.
Father William's body, which had been mangled and deformed after being run over by the truck, now stood with stiff, horrifying movements. His flesh was torn, his bones were visible, and his eyes were empty, but his mouth was open in a horrifying grin.
"William?" Daniel cried, trying to get closer. "This can't be..."
However, before he could take another step, Father William's body moved at an unnatural speed. In an instant, he lunged at one of the police officers standing nearby, plunging his wounded hand into the man's chest. A bloodcurdling scream filled the room as William ripped the policeman's body apart, ripping his heart out with unfathomable force.
"He's not William anymore!" Maria shouted, pulling Daniel back. "We have to get out of here!"
But Father William's corpse gave them no time to escape. He moved like a puppet controlled by an evil force, destroying everything around him and attacking anyone in his path. One of the other team members tried to shoot him, but the bullets simply passed through his body with no effect.
"He… he can't die!" the man cried in panic.
Meanwhile, a horrifying laugh echoed through the air. It came not from William's corpse, but from something greater, something unseen but clearly present.
"Humans always think they can defy our will," the voice said, filled with mockery. "Yet even the most holy among you cannot escape our destruction. William is proof of our will—a tool to spread chaos and fear."
Daniel raised the silver cross he had been holding since his encounter with Azazel. "In the name of God, I command you to stop!" he shouted.
William's body paused for a moment, his empty eyes staring at Daniel. But instead of giving up, he chuckled, a hideous grin appearing on his now featureless face. "Your god has forsaken this place, human. This is now a kingdom of fear."
With a sudden movement, William's body leapt towards Daniel, his scarred hands flying to claw at his face. But before he could reach Daniel, Maria leaped and kicked William's body back, knocking him down temporarily.
"We can't fight this here," she said breathlessly. "We have to leave now!"
Daniel nodded, pulling the others away from the church. But before they could leave, Father William's body rose again, faster and more menacing than before, blocking the exit with a hateful glare.
"No matter what you try, you won't get out of here alive," the voice said once more, echoing through the room, accompanied by a deafening laugh.
In desperation, Daniel could only pray silently, hoping for a way to escape this mess before it was too late.