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You don’t understand, mortal. The Fall wasn’t our choice. We were cast out for loving humanity too much.

He picks up a fallen angel’s halo—now cracked and dark—and places it on his head like a crown. DemonFall Script

A —a six-winged silhouette with a porcelain mask—glides overhead. Its voice drips like honey and rust. You don’t understand, mortal

The curse is spreading. If I’m going to die… I’ll take a few false gods with me. SCENE 2 – THE LAST INN INT. FALLEN CROSS TAVERN – NIGHT Smoke, whispers, broken hymns. A blind barkeep wipes a stained glass. You don’t understand

I’ve seen what you do to the surrendered. No thanks.

Kaelen stumbles, clutching his side—black veins crawling up his neck.

The tavern patrons scatter.