A portal opens above a quiet alley in the middle of a bustling night.
Draco and ŌHASHI fall out—bloodied, exhausted... and now alone.
Scene: Modern Japan — Tokyo, Nighttime
The quiet buzz of traffic and neon signs flicker through the streets. People walk by, unaware that the fate of entire universes just shifted.
Suddenly, a rip in space opens in a dark alley behind a convenience store. Out fall Draco and ŌHASHI, battered, breathing heavily, their clothes torn, dust and smoke clinging to their bodies.
ŌHASHI groans, trying to stand. Draco stays on one knee, gripping his chest—his power still pulsing chaotically from the awakening.
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ŌHASHI (panting):
"This... this doesn't look like a battlefield."
Draco (looking up, scanning the city):
"No... this is it. Japan. Just like he said."
They both look out from the alley toward the city skyline—so alive, so unaware.
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Voice (offscreen, light-hearted):
"You two look like you came out of a kaiju explosion."
They both snap toward the sound.
A young woman stands at the alley entrance—Ayala. Mid-twenties, messy black-and-purple hair, dressed in layered streetwear, her aura strangely calm. Around her neck is a Hydra relic pendant, softly glowing.
She walks closer, holding a bag of snacks and drinks.
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Ayala (smiling gently):
"So... you're the Hydra King's secret boys, huh? You're a little early."
Draco (standing slowly, suspicious):
"You know my father?"
Ayala:
"Let's just say... we've talked through a few universes. He said I'd know when you came. And—" (she squints) "Yeah. You're glowing like a busted power line, so... definitely you."
ŌHASHI leans against a wall, still weak.
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ŌHASHI:
"Are you... Hydra?"
Ayala (grinning):
"Half. The other half is chaos, coffee, and sarcasm. But yes—Hydra runs through me."
She walks over to Draco and gently presses her palm to his forehead. The glow from her relic matches the energy flowing through him. Instantly, some of Draco's wild aura stabilizes.
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Draco (taken aback):
"What did you just do?"
Ayala (calmly):
"Grounded your soul a bit. You were seconds from nuking a train station by accident. You're welcome."
She tosses ŌHASHI a bottle of water and motions for them to follow.
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Ayala:
"Come on. I've got a safehouse nearby. You'll need rest. And then... we've got a lot to talk about."
Draco hesitates, then nods. The boys follow her into the Tokyo night—walking toward their unknown future.
The camera pans up to the stars above Tokyo.
Far off in the universe, the Nightmare energy swirls and expands, as the Grandmaster heals in darkness... preparing for the next phase.
Scene continues – Tokyo backstreets, neon glowing in puddles from the rain.
Draco suddenly stops in his tracks.
ŌHASHI and Ayala pause, looking back. Draco's eyes are wide—glassy. His breathing uneven. The flickering lights above seem to blur around him.
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Draco (softly):
"H-he died..."
A pause. Silence. Even the city noise seems to hush for a moment.
Draco (lower, broken):
"My father... he—he's gone."
His fists clench. His jaw trembles.
Draco:
"He was right there. He fought to the last second—he threw me in that rift—and I... I couldn't stop it. I couldn't help him. I—I—"
His words choke in his throat. His knees hit the pavement.
ŌHASHI steps forward instinctively, but hesitates—unsure. Ayala doesn't move immediately. She watches, knowing this is something Draco needs to feel.
The glow from his body pulses erratically. Rage. Grief. Confusion. It's too much.
Then—Ayala kneels down next to him, calm but firm.
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Ayala (quiet):
"He knew what he was doing, Draco. And now... you have to know what you're going to do."
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Draco looks at her, eyes wide with pain, but slowly... the energy flickers less violently.
ŌHASHI finally speaks.
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ŌHASHI (gently):
"If he died to protect you... then it means you're the hope left. That makes you dangerous to the ones who want the Hydra gone."
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Draco looks down. Then finally rises, his voice still shaking—but with resolve behind it.
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Draco:
"Then I'll make them remember why the Hydra name is feared."
Ayala (smirking):
"Good. But first—we heal. Then we hit back."
She leads them into the Tokyo shadows—toward the safehouse.
The next chapter is about to begin.
Scene: Ayala's Tokyo Apartment — A cozy, small space lit with paper lanterns, a mix of mystical relics and modern tech scattered around. Rain patters softly outside.
Draco sits silently on a low couch, arms crossed, staring out the window. ŌHASHI is perched awkwardly on the edge of a floor cushion, not used to being indoors. Ayala, moving around the small kitchen space, tries to lift the mood.
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Ayala (grinning, playfully dramatic):
"Okay, house rules! No blowing holes through the walls—again, Draco. Don't touch the glowing dagger unless you want weird dreams. And someone better help me carry these groceries next time."
Draco (quiet, smirking faintly):
"I didn't blow the hole. That was ŌHASHI."
ŌHASHI (dead serious):
"I will fix it."
Ayala (snorting):
"Relax, I'm kidding! ...Sort of."
She sits on the table edge, finally getting a good look at ŌHASHI—his pale skin, hollow eyes, and faint trace of Carnage energy laced through his aura.
She tilts her head, a little more serious now.
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Ayala:
"I've seen a lot of weird things in the multiverse... but I've never seen you before."
ŌHASHI (calmly):
"I'm ŌHASHI. I have Carnage blood... I was alone before Draco's people found me."
Ayala (raising an eyebrow):
"Carnage blood, huh? And you're still in one piece? That's impressive."
ŌHASHI:
"Barely."
Ayala's expression softens a little. She walks over, hands him a bowl of miso soup.
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Ayala (gentler):
"Well, you're not alone anymore. This place isn't perfect, but it's home for now. And I don't leave people behind."
ŌHASHI nods quietly and accepts the bowl. For the first time in a long while, something faint flickers across his face—maybe gratitude... maybe hope.
Draco watches this silently, then slowly looks back out the window—his hand brushing against the hilt of the Abyss Scythe, still strapped across his back.
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Ayala (to herself, softly):
"Two Hydra boys, one with forbidden power, one with Carnage... What the hell did I just sign up for?"
She grins, then gets up to prepare sleeping mats.
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Scene: Ayala's Tokyo Apartment – Late Night
The lights are dim. Outside, the rain has softened to a gentle drizzle, casting soft shadows across the tatami floors. Ayala has gone to bed, leaving the boys to themselves. ŌHASHI sits cross-legged, sharpening a jagged piece of metal he keeps like a relic. Draco is by the window again, the Abyss Scythe leaned beside him, glowing faintly under the moonlight.
There's a long silence.
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ŌHASHI (quietly):
"She's nice... Ayala."
Draco (nodding, arms folded):
"She's been through a lot. But yeah... she's good."
ŌHASHI:
"I'm not used to it... warmth. Food. A bed. Even jokes."
Draco (soft laugh):
"Neither was I."
ŌHASHI looks up at him.
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ŌHASHI:
"You didn't want me to come with you. Why?"
Draco hesitates for a long moment.
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Draco:
"Because... everyone I get close to either dies... or changes. Gets hurt. You looked like you already had enough of both."
ŌHASHI:
"...But you still let me come."
Draco (shrugs):
"You reminded me of me. That kind of lonely doesn't go away on its own."
They sit in silence again. Then Draco reaches into a pouch and tosses ŌHASHI a small Hydra-scale shard — a keepsake, glowing softly with warmth.
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Draco:
"It's from my father's dragon. Don't lose it."
ŌHASHI (staring at it, surprised):
"This is... Hydra blood."
Draco (smirking):
"Yeah. Don't get a big head about it."
ŌHASHI smiles — not wide, but real. A rare one.
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ŌHASHI:
"Maybe we're both cursed... But we're not alone anymore."
Draco looks at him. Then nods.
Draco:
"No. We're not."
The Abyss Scythe glows faintly behind them. Outside, lightning flashes far in the sky — the future uncertain, but for tonight, there's peace.
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Scene: Ayala's Apartment – Early Morning
The sky outside begins to brighten. Draco and ŌHASHI are still half-asleep on the floor, curled in their blankets. The faint smell of tea wafts from the kitchen — Ayala already up and preparing breakfast.
Suddenly—
BANG!
The front door slams open with a ridiculous amount of energy.
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STARSTRUCK (offscreen):
"Ayalaaaa~! I'm home! Did you miss—" (he freezes)
His voice dies as he steps inside and sees Draco and ŌHASHI blinking at him from the floor. The Abyss Scythe gleams ominously behind Draco. ŌHASHI reaches slowly for a blade out of instinct.
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STARSTRUCK (wide-eyed):
"...Yo. Who summoned the brooding duo?"
Draco just stares at him, unamused. ŌHASHI looks confused. Starstruck drops his bag and walks in like he owns the place, pointing at each of them.
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STARSTRUCK (grinning):
"You, angry scythe kid — cool hair. You, starving shadow boy — spooky eyes. I like it. But also... why are there strangers in my sacred Ayala zone?"
Ayala walks in with tea, sighing as if this happens every day.
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AYALA (dryly):
"They're guests. Try not to be a menace before breakfast, Starstruck."
STARSTRUCK:
"Guests?! You never let anyone in the house! You even made me sleep on the balcony once!"
AYALA:
"That was because you tried to make a 'romantic dinner' with expired instant noodles and caught the stove on fire."
STARSTRUCK (pouting):
"Still the best date she ever almost had."
Draco squints at him.
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DRACO (to Ayala):
"Who is this?"
AYALA (sipping tea):
"Unfortunately... that's Starstruck."
STARSTRUCK (bowing dramatically):
"Fifteen. Handsome. Hydra-blooded. And a fan of scythe aesthetics — respect, by the way."
He nods at Draco.
ŌHASHI (low voice to Draco):
"...Is he always like this?"
AYALA:
"Yes."
STARSTRUCK:
"And I'm right here, you know."
He flops on the couch with his arms behind his head.
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STARSTRUCK (grinning):
"So! You guys running from someone powerful, cursed with ancient bloodlines, and hiding from a kingdom-consuming monster too? Or is that just me?"
Draco smirks. ŌHASHI chuckles faintly for the first time.
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DRACO:
"...He's annoying."
AYALA:
"He's family."
STARSTRUCK:
"Damn right I am. And guess what? I cook breakfast on Saturdays."
ŌHASHI (quietly):
"It's Thursday."
STARSTRUCK:
"...Then someone else is cooking."
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Scene: Ayala's Apartment – Morning Continued
The room settles. Starstruck is trying to balance a spoon on his nose. ŌHASHI is quietly watching him like he's witnessing a new species. Draco sits back, sipping some tea Ayala made — still distant, but slowly unwinding. The television hums in the background.
Suddenly — a sharp change in tone.
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TV ANNOUNCER (serious voice):
"Do you have what it takes to protect the balance of everything? Join the strongest — join the elite — join the House of Power."
A flashy multiverse-wide commercial blares on screen: a montage of portals opening over cities, powerful beings in uniforms standing heroically, agents clashing with monsters, alien invasions halted by high-tech battalions, and reality warps being sealed by magical constructs.
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TV VOICEOVER:
"The House of Power — protecting the Multiverse, one world at a time."
Big white letters splash across the screen:
"APPLY TO BE AN AGENT — OR STAY OUT OF OUR WAY."
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Draco furrows his brow, watching intently.
DRACO (softly):
"...What's that?"
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Ayala glances over from the kitchen, setting down some toast.
AYALA:
"That's House of Power. Multiversal protection agency. Think of it like... cosmic government and elite guardians rolled into one. They deal with things most worlds can't even imagine. Sometimes noble. Sometimes not."
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ŌHASHI tilts his head.
ŌHASHI:
"They recruit anyone?"
STARSTRUCK (snorting):
"Not anyone. You gotta have the power, discipline, and be willing to take orders. So... I'm banned for life."
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AYALA (smirking):
"They said no because you tried to bribe a recruiter with a mixtape."
STARSTRUCK:
"That track was fire and they knew it."
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DRACO (still watching the screen):
"...They protect whole universes?"
AYALA:
"Sometimes. Other times, they control them."
A quiet moment passes.
AYALA (softly):
"They've never helped our kingdom. Never even stepped in when the Grandmaster rose again. Too political. Too scared. Or... maybe they want it to fall."
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ŌHASHI (frowning):
"Can they stop him now?"
AYALA (firm):
"No. Not anymore."
Draco's fingers tighten around his cup, his expression darkening as the commercial fades. The House of Power logo remains glowing on the screen — a symbol of order... and perhaps something more.
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DRACO:
"...Then we'll have to stop him ourselves."
Scene: Ayala's Apartment – Later That Evening
The sunlight fades behind the Tokyo skyline. Draco sits near the open window, staring out — ŌHASHI is on the floor fiddling with a small device Starstruck dropped earlier (some useless gadget he "invented" to impress Ayala). Starstruck is on the couch, dramatically reciting poetry to no one.
Ayala sits at the small table, pulling out a box from under it — inside are old patches, a faded photo, and a sleek black badge with silver engraving: "H.o.P. – Level 4 Operative."
Draco turns toward her, sensing a weight in the air.
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DRACO:
"You were one of them..."
AYALA (nods slowly):
"Once. Before I left the kingdom... before I found Earth. The Hydra King made me join. He thought having eyes inside their system would help us if war ever came. It didn't."
She slides the badge toward Draco.
AYALA:
"I rose fast. Fought in three dimensional collapses. Shut down singularity breaches. I even led a team — until I asked them to help with our world."
ŌHASHI:
"They refused?"
AYALA (bitterly):
"They said our world was 'too ancient' and 'too unstable'... not worth the resources. Too much Hydra blood, they said."
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STARSTRUCK (sitting up):
"She punched the lead commander in the face."
AYALA:
"Broke his jaw. Got me banned."
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Draco's fists slowly clench.
DRACO:
"So they'll let kingdoms fall. They'll let the Grandmaster rise... all because they don't want to get involved."
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Ayala looks at him with resolve.
AYALA:
"They're watching, Draco. I guarantee it. They know you survived. They know you're here. And some of them... might want to use you. Or stop you."
ŌHASHI (nervously):
"So what do we do?"
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Ayala smiles softly, gripping her badge one last time before snapping it in half and tossing it aside.
AYALA:
"We get stronger. We stay hidden. And when the time comes... we hit them harder than they ever thought possible."
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STARSTRUCK (grinning):
"Okay but can I still send them my mixtape? Just one more try—"
AYALA & DRACO (in unison):
"No."
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Camera pans to the broken badge on the floor, sparking faintly as if still listening.
Cut to a dark control room somewhere in the multiverse. Red eyes watch a screen with Draco's face on it. A voice behind the screen mutters:
Scene: Late Night – Ayala's Apartment
The moonlight pours gently into the small room where Draco sleeps. ŌHASHI snores softly nearby. The night feels calm — almost too calm. Suddenly, the shadows in the room stretch unnaturally, warping into a rippling void.
Draco's body stiffens. His eyes open, but he's no longer in the apartment.
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Scene: Dream Realm – Reality Fracture Field
Draco stands alone in a cosmic wasteland. Fragments of worlds float around him — cities upside down, oceans caught mid-wave, stars blinking in and out like breathing.
A low, ancient hum vibrates through the ground beneath him.
He turns... and there it is.
The Reality Hydra.
Its body is massive — covered in crystalline scales that shimmer with shifting colors. Six heads, each representing a core principle of existence: Time, Matter, Thought, Soul, Memory, and Void. Its eyes are prismatic, reflecting infinite versions of Draco himself.
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REALITY HYDRA (all six heads speaking as one):
"Draco... son of a fallen line. Seeker of balance. Carrier of forbidden birth."
DRACO (stunned):
"You... you're my Hydra?"
REALITY HYDRA:
"You are me. And I... am what you must become."
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The ground around them shifts — one version of Draco appears on his knees, consumed by rage. Another, older and scarred, carries a sword and walks away from a ruined kingdom. Yet another, crowned and cold, sits on a throne made of dragon bones.
REALITY HYDRA:
"Your path fractures, like reality itself. Love. Hatred. Peace. Power. Each choice... shapes what Hydra you wield."
DRACO (desperate):
"But I don't know what I'm supposed to do."
REALITY HYDRA (softly now):
"Good. That means you still have a soul."
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Suddenly, Reality Hydra lowers one head and touches Draco's chest. His body erupts in glowing veins of energy — red, blue, and purple (matching the Abyss Scythe gems). Visions flood his mind: Ayala crying, the kingdom burning, Rainbow's betrayal, the Grandmaster's rising army...
...and himself, older, screaming as worlds collapse around him.
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REALITY HYDRA (echoing):
"When the moment comes, choose what kind of god you'll be."
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Draco wakes up — GASPING — eyes glowing faintly.
Ayala, sitting nearby with a book, jumps slightly.
AYALA:
"You okay?"
Draco just stares at his hands, trembling.
DRACO (softly):
"I met him..."
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Camera slowly zooms out the window, the night sky rippling like glass... something watching from beyond.
Scene: A Rift in the Sky — Space-Time Distortion
Reality splits. A soundless rupture like a scream muffled by space itself. The air warps. The stars tremble.
From the tear in the multiverse...
He steps through.