WHISPERS FROM THE SHADOWS

THE NIGHT THE WORLD FELL SILENT..

The night sky above Earth was eerily silent.

Not because there was peace.

Because there was fear.

Cities that once gleamed with neon lights now stood in darkness. The streets, once bustling, were empty—except for the infected. Their presence was a reminder of the unknown horror that had taken over civilization. Some wandered aimlessly, their eyes hollow and soulless, while others stood frozen, as if waiting for something.

And yet, the real danger wasn't the infection.

It was the uncertainty.

Nobody knew what this plague truly was.

Scientists speculated, governments panicked, and the people obeyed whatever rules were given to them. Stay inside. Wear the protective suits. Do not let greed or anger consume you.

Because those emotions fed the infection.

But no one knew why.

And Asmodeus wanted answers.

He wasn't a being who waited for others to solve his problems. He was the king of the underworld. A ruler of demons. A being feared by both mortals and immortals alike.

And something had dared to disrupt the balance between his world and theirs.

Something unnatural.

Something dangerous

DEMON WORLD ASMODEUS'S CHAMBER...

The torches flickered against the stone walls, casting eerie shadows. The air was thick, heavy with an unspoken tension. The demon king sat on his throne, fingers tapping the carved armrest. His crimson eyes gleamed in the dim light, his expression unreadable.

Kneeling before him were three of his most trusted spies—shadows given form, entities that moved unseen and unheard. They had no faces, no names, only purpose.

And their purpose was about to begin.

"Send the shadows," Asmodeus commanded, his voice a low growl.

The figures didn't respond with words. They didn't need to.

Their forms flickered—then vanished.

And with them, the hunt for the truth had begun.

Meanwhile in EARTH---- THE SILENT INVESTIGATION...

The three shadows materialized in different parts of Earth.

One in the ruined cities, where the infected roamed aimlessly.

One in the government-controlled safe zones, where humans desperately clung to survival.

One in the underground laboratories, where scientists struggled to understand the chaos consuming their world.

They moved through walls, through light and darkness alike, their presence undetectable. They were silent. Invisible. Ghosts.

And what they found… was worse than what Asmodeus had expected.

Because this infection—it wasn't natural.

It wasn't even fully demonic.

It was something else.

Something created.

In a hidden government facility, buried beneath layers of security, one of the shadows found a name. A file. A classified experiment that had been erased from history.

Its title?

"Project Azrail."

THE TRUTH BURIED IN LIES...

The shadow carefully examined the documents, its incorporeal form flickering under the dim fluorescent lights. Pages upon pages of research detailed something horrifying—an engineered virus. Not a disease of the body, but of the mind.

A weapon.

A creation designed not to kill, but to corrupt.

The infection fed on emotions—on greed, on anger, on hatred. The stronger the darkness in a person's heart, the faster they succumbed. Not all who were infected became mindless. Some became something worse.

Monsters.

Creatures that looked human but weren't. Creatures that obeyed a new master.

And that master's name… was still unknown.

ASMODEUS REALIZATION...

When the shadows returned, Asmodeus sat in silence.

His fingers, which had been resting against his temple, slowly curled into a fist.

A human-made virus that twisted not just the body but the soul itself?

Impossible.

And yet, the evidence was undeniable.

Someone had played with forces they didn't understand.

Someone had broken the balance.

And now the world was paying the price.

Asmodeus exhaled sharply, rising from his throne. His crimson eyes glowed as he made his decision.

He would go to Earth himself.

Because if there was one thing he hated more than disorder—

It Was not knowing who dared to challenge him.

And if this "Project Azrail" was truly as dangerous as it seemed—

Then he would be the one to end it.

No matter the

EARTH A CITY ON THE BRINK OF COLLAPSE...

Asmodeus stood on the edge of a crumbling skyscraper, looking down at the ruined city below. The air smelled of decay. The streets reeked of desperation.

And yet, there was something else.

A presence.

A force that did not belong in the human world.

His gaze narrowed. He wasn't alone.

In the distance, something shifted. A figure moved—too fast for any mortal. It leaped from building to building, its eyes glowing faintly in the darkness.

It had noticed him.

And it was coming.

THE FIRST ENCOUNTER...

The creature lunged without hesitation. A blur of motion. Claws aimed for his throat.

But Asmodeus did not move.

His expression did not change as he raised a single hand.

The moment the creature made contact—

Its entire body stopped mid-air.

Suspended. Trapped. Completely immobilized.

The creature snarled, thrashing, but it was useless. Asmodeus' grip was absolute.

"Interesting," he murmured, studying it. "You're not human anymore, are you?"

The creature's lips curled back, revealing sharp, unnatural teeth. But its eyes—its soul—were still human.

Trapped.

Tormented.

"Help… me…" it rasped, its voice barely a whisper.

Asmodeus' expression darkened.

This wasn't just an infection.

It was possession.

Something—someone—was taking these humans and twisting them into puppets.

And that meant there was a puppeteer.

A master.

A threat.

And now Asmodeus had his next target.

THE PUPPETEER IN THE SHADOW...

Somewhere, in the depths of the city, a pair of eyes watched.

Cold. Calculating.

They had felt the disturbance.

They had felt him arrive.

And they were waiting.

A slow, cruel smile spread across the unseen figure's face.

"So… a demon King has entered the game."

Their voice was smooth, almost amused.

"Let's see how long he survives."

And with that, the city itself seemed to stir.

As if something ancient was finally waking up.

THE WAR BEGINS....

Asmodeus released the creature. It collapsed to the ground, its body shuddering. The infection was still there, but the demon king had seen enough.

He knew the truth now.

This was no ordinary virus. No simple curse.

This was a war.

And if war was what they wanted—

Then he would bring it to them.

Because Asmodeus never played by the rules.

He rewrote them.

And whoever had dared to challenge him was about to learn that the hard way.