CARNIS (English Version)

The city of Los Angeles slept under a clear sky, but the silence of the night felt heavier than usual.

Daytona sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the open window. A cold wind drifted in slowly, swaying the curtains as if something invisible were lurking.

Martin and Huracan had gone to bed earlier. It was rare for them to have a peaceful night, yet Daytona, exhausted as she was, couldn't close her eyes.

— "You feel it too, don't you?" murmured Belzebub, his voice deep yet strangely calm, echoing in her mind.

— "Something… out there… watching."

Daytona didn't answer right away. Her skin bristled as if a storm was about to break, but the sky remained clear.

— "It's like someone's… watching. Studying me."

— "They are." Belzebub replied, with absolute certainty. "But they're not creatures of Hell. They're… higher."

THE HEAVENS

Above the clouds, in a dimension made of light and peace, a vast, gleaming chamber floated in suspension.

It was like Setealem. The floor rippled like liquid crystal, and the sky above was too white for mortal eyes to bear — there were houses, jobs, a semblance of normal life.

Around a floating table of pure essence stood seven angelic figures. Not all had human shapes — some had no faces at all. Two stood closer to the center.

Lioriel, an Archangel with golden plumage and eyes as blue as crystallized fire, spoke first:

— "The mark is stabilizing. The Demon of Gluttony has fused completely with the girl. The harmony between them… is unprecedented."

Beside him, Sereth, a First-Class Angel with an almost human appearance, leaned forward.

— "The question is: do we intervene or not? Daytona might be the catalyst that breaks the seals. Or… the only one capable of stopping them."

A chorus of lights flickered behind them. Some angels didn't speak — they judged with incomprehensible stares.

— "Belzebub's presence is unsustainable. Even sealed within a human vessel, he is the Third King. If the girl continues to progress…"

— "She already faced Asmodeus and survived. That changes the game." Lioriel cut in.

Silence fell, as if even space-time itself were listening.

— "We'll send observers. Not to interfere. Merely… to supervise."

And so it was done.

SCENE: LOS ANGELES, LATER THAT NIGHT

At 3:14 AM, the sky over Los Angeles briefly lit up, as if a divine flash had slashed through the darkness. A deep, muffled sound rippled through the streets — and suddenly, the entire city plunged into total blackout.

Piiiiiiiiiiiu…

Alarms fell silent. Billboards shut down. The hum of traffic vanished like magic. For a few seconds, the world seemed to hold its breath.

Daytona, still awake, felt the wave of energy like an electric current up her spine. She leapt to her feet.

— "Something just crossed the plane." Belzebub's tone was more serious than usual.

Martin stumbled awake, lighting the room with his phone.

— "Day…? What… happened?"

— "We lost power. But this wasn't an electrical fault. This was… supernatural."

Huracan burst into the room, sweating, eyes wide.

— "I saw it. For a second. A ray of light cutting the sky… with wings. That wasn't human."

BACK TO THE HEAVENS

While the city hid in darkness, two observers descended from the Heavens.

They didn't touch the ground. They hovered over a distant rooftop, invisible to human sight. Lioriel and Sereth, in disguised forms, concealed their wings with cloaks of invisible light.

They watched Daytona from afar, not intervening. But the impact of their celestial presence on the mortal plane was undeniable.

— "The fusion is more advanced than we expected." Lioriel remarked.

— "She's learning to control it. There's still chaos inside… but the stability is terrifying." Sereth said.

— "Belzebub is silent. That's… concerning."

Sereth fell quiet for a moment.

— "What if he's the one molding her to become a Goddess?"

Lioriel sighed.

— "Or maybe… she's molding him."

THE NEXT DAY

Daytona, sitting in a café with Martin and Huracan, stared at the cloudy sky while stirring her black coffee.

— "Do you still feel the presence?" Martin asked, trying to sound casual.

Daytona nodded discreetly.

— "They didn't leave. They're still watching me."

Huracan, checking the news on his phone, added:

— "No one knows what caused the blackout. But city sensors detected an electromagnetic wave… divine type."

Daytona smiled faintly.

— "We're moving up the list. It's not just demons after me now. Angels too."

— "They fear you." Belzebub murmured with a trace of pride. "And rightly so."

Daytona leaned back in her chair, watching the clouds.

— "I just wanted to live in peace… But if they came to watch me, then let them keep watching."

— "I just hope they're ready for what they're about to witness."

The café was still quiet, with a few scattered customers. Most seemed to ignore last night's blackout, but Daytona felt something different in the air. The scent of coffee was more bitter. The world seemed… sharper.

Martin watched Daytona closely. She hadn't slept, yet her eyes were alive — almost electric.

— "You think they're still here?" he asked in a low voice, as if afraid invisible eyes could hear.

Daytona kept her gaze on the window.

— "Yes. They're studying me. Weighing every decision."

She touched the rim of her cup.

— "And if this is a test… I'll pass."

Huracan arrived with a tray of cheese bread and sat down.

— "I've seen paranoid people before, but this is on another level."

— "Hura—" Daytona started to reply, but was cut off by Martin's phone vibrating.

It was an automatic message from school:

"Notice: classes suspended indefinitely due to electrical system damage and regional energy instability."

— "Great. No classes… again." Martin grumbled.

Daytona looked at him, then at Huracan.

— "Maybe… this is our chance to do something since you're skipping."

Huracan frowned.

— "Do what? Hunt demons and angels on our own?"

Daytona nodded calmly.

— "If they're watching me, then it's time I watch them too."

A HIDDEN TEMPLE IN RUINS

The three friends headed to a place Huracan had read about on an old occult forum — an abandoned temple in the Californian desert, supposedly built on a point where all three planes intersected.

The trip was long and quiet. The sky grew steadily grayer. When they arrived, the temple looked like nothing more than a forgotten pile of stones, almost swallowed by sand. But as they approached, something inside Daytona stirred.

— "There's… something down here." she murmured, touching the ground.

Belzebub whispered, his tone more intrigued:

— "This is an ancient observation site. Here, the first humans contacted what they called 'gods'… but they weren't gods. They were creatures like me. Like them."

Daytona stepped toward a hidden staircase among the stones and revealed it by pulling an old symbol carved into the ground. Twisting it forcefully, the earth gave way with a dull thud, opening a path to a forgotten sanctuary beneath the ground.

SCENE: THE HALL OF ECHOES

Inside, it was far too silent. Torches still burned, as if someone had lit them that day. On the walls, murals depicted the shapes of Setealem, Heaven, and the human plane — the triangle of existence.

And at the center stood a statue depicting the Seven Capital Demons in grotesque forms. Open mouths, eyes made of black stones. Daytona recognized Belzebub's dinosaur skull mask among them.

— "Look at this… this is real. They knew. All along." Huracan said, wide-eyed.

Daytona stepped closer to Belzebub's statue.

— "So… this is how they saw you?"

— "They feared me. Rightfully so." Belzebub replied. "But they worshipped me too."

Martin read a Latin inscription carved into the stone:

"When Earth is divided by Hunger, the Fat shall be Thin and the Thin shall be King."

— "Poetic." Huracan muttered.

— "No. It's a prophecy." Daytona said.

Suddenly, the statue of Asmodeus, the Demon of Lust, cracked. A fissure split its face — and black smoke poured from its eyes.

— "This isn't normal…" Huracan said, pulling out a protective talisman.

The ground trembled slightly. Daytona dropped to her knees.

Inside her mind, Belzebub seemed uneasy.

— "They know you're here. This temple is an ancient channel. And something… something just woke up."

The walls began to change. The paintings moved slowly, as if alive, and the celestial figures in the illustrations started to spin around the central image of Daytona.

— "Let's get out of here. NOW." Martin shouted, pulling her up.

But before they could escape, Daytona saw something that froze her spine: among the celestial figures, two had the same eyes she'd felt during the blackout.

Angels. The same ones watching her.

FINAL SCENE: BACK IN HEAVEN

Lioriel and Sereth stood before a throne that glowed intensely. No one sat upon it — the throne represented the supreme will, the Unmanifested Light.

Lioriel knelt.

— "She's touching the roots. The ancient channels. The time for neutrality is running out."

Sereth remained standing.

— "What if she becomes something… new? Neither light nor dark?"

— "Then the balance will break. And all three worlds will drown."

The throne's light pulsed.

It was a yes.