In a city under siege by demons, a lone warrior armed with a pocket-dimension bag that grants access to any weapon fights to keep humanity safe. But as he battles the forces of the underworld, the demon king, Kogron, prepares for his arrival-threatening to unleash something far worse.
(The city skyline is shrouded in smoke and chaos. Demons wreak havoc, tearing through streets as civilians scream and flee. We see DAMIAN, a rugged African American man in his early 30s, standing on the edge of a rooftop. His trench coat flaps in the wind, A motorcycle engine revs through the destruction-Damian, clad in dark tactical gear, speeds through, his leather crossbag slung over his shoulder.)
DAMIAN
(grinning as he swerves past a flaming car)
"Well, this is definitely a five-star apocalypse. Demons, destruction, and guess who forgot to send the invites?"
(He skids to a stop, his hand reaching into the bag. In an instant, a massive shotgun materializes in his grip. With a smirk, he cocks it and opens fire on the nearest demon.)
MILO (perched on Damian's shoulder, a small but vicious-looking monkey-like creature with piercing eyes and a scar across his cheek, dual knives strapped to his back)
"Boom! Right in the ugly face! You sure you don't wanna let me drive? I swear I can dodge better than you."
DAMIAN (reloading)
"You? Drive? I'd rather let a demon do my taxes."
(A hulking demon lunges at Damian, roaring. With a flick of his wrist, Damian's shotgun shifts into a pair of curved blades. He ducks under the demon's claws and slices clean through its torso. Milo leaps off his shoulder, knives drawn, slashing another demon's throat before flipping back onto Damian's bike.)
MILO (grinning)
"Damn, I love my job."
Scene 2: A Call in the Dark
(Back at their hideout, Damian sits on the couch, cleaning his weapons. Milo is sprawled on the floor, munching on an energy bar.)
MILO (sighs dramatically)
"You know, life was so much easier before I got mixed up with you. Back in the underworld, I was a legend. The great Milo! Feared! Respected! Had a couple of ladies fawning over me. Now? I live in a run-down apartment with a guy who smells like gunpowder."
DAMIAN (snorts)
"Yeah, 'feared' is definitely the word I'd use."
(Suddenly, Damian's phone buzzes. He glances at the unknown number before answering.)
WOMAN'S VOICE (panicked, whispering)
"You have to help me... They're here... No one believes me... But I know what I saw."
(The call suddenly cuts off. Damian stares at the phone, his expression unreadable. Milo stops eating, watching him.)
MILO
"That sounded sketchy as hell. Please tell me we're ignoring it."
DAMIAN (grabbing his jacket)
"C'mon, we're making a house call."
(Damian and Milo arrive at an abandoned street. The woman from the call is there, trembling. She clutches herself as if trying to make sense of what she saw.)
WOMAN (whispering)
"They were here... watching me. They spoke in a language I couldn't understand. And then-"
(Before she can finish, her body flickers like a glitch in reality-then she vanishes. Milo and Damian both freeze.)
MILO (stunned)
"Okaaay. That's new."
(A powerful demonic presence lingers in the air. This wasn't a regular demon attack. Something stronger had been here.)
DAMIAN (frowning)
"wait, how the hell did she get my number?"
MILO
"Really, that's what you're worried about now?"
(Damian and Milo speed back through the city streets on his dirt bike. As they approach an alleyway, a dark figure suddenly lands in front of them. A tall, alien-like woman with smooth obsidian skin and glowing violet eyes-Nanon, a feared enforcer from the underworld.)
MILO (recognizing her, groaning)
"Oh, come on. Really?! They sent you after me? What, did I piss off the wrong demon prince?"
NANON (coldly)
"Milo, by order of Kogron, you die here."
(She attacks. Milo dodges, her blade slicing through the air where he stood moments before. Damian draws his weapons, engaging Nanon in a brutal, fast-paced battle. She is faster, more precise. Damian barely blocks a blow meant for his throat. Milo flips over her, landing a cut on her arm.)
MILO (panting, taunting)
"I don't get it-Kogron really sent you, Nanon, his best, because I killed Siloq and stole a stupid necklace pendant?"
(Nanon freezes. Her eyes narrow.)
NANON (softly, realization dawning)
"Did you just say... pendant?"
(She finally spots the pendant hanging around Milo's neck. Her expression changes. She lowers her weapon and steps back.)
(She steps back, staring at the object in his hand. Her demeanor changes-less hostile, more calculating. She wasn't told what he stole. Now she understands. And she realizes Milo has no idea either.)
NANON (grim)
"You have no idea what you stole, do you?"
(She lowers her weapon and disappears into the shadows, leaving Damian and Milo confused.)
MILO
(panting, looking at Damian)
"Okay... what the hell just happened?"
(Back at Damian's hideout, he feels something is off. As he steps inside, Milo stops him.)
MILO (whispering)
"We're not alone."
(Damian's eyes dart around. Then, in the shadows behind the bushes, figures shift. He moves fast-throwing a dagger into the darkness. A grunt of pain. Then they emerge. A group of masked figures-Harbinger's goons.)
DAMIAN (low voice)
"You guys lost? 'Cause I'm not in the mood for a house party."
(The goons rush him. A brutal fight ensues. Damian takes on three at once, his bag shifting weapons into his hands in rapid succession. Milo flips into the fray, his knives flashing as he cuts through the attackers.)
(One goon manages to knock Damian's weapon from his hand. But before it hits the ground, it flies back to him, as if pulled by an unseen force. Milo stares.)
MILO (wide-eyed)
"Hotshot... I didn't know you could do that."
DAMIAN (stunned, gripping the weapon)
"Neither did I."
(The last of the goons retreat, but not before leaving behind something on the wall-a picture of Damian's family, smeared in fresh blood. A chilling message carved underneath: "We never forget.")
MILO (serious, staring at the message)
"This isn't just a game anymore, Damian. Whoever they are... they know you."
FADE TO BLACK.
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