Scene 1: SMK Keningau II – Morning
The school returns to normal, with students chatting about the "angelic battle in the sky" like it was just a viral dream.
Nel walks into the canteen and is surprisingly greeted by both Miss Reina—the beautiful, mysterious new teacher—and a stunning upperclass student, Zera, who both insist he join their table.
Miss Reina (teasingly):
> "A hero should eat well, especially one caught between two celestial girls."
Zera (smiling):
> "Or maybe… you're just delicious company."
Chelestar and Azryael appear, dragging Nel away protectively. Jealousy is in the air, but it's playful—for now.
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Scene 2: Science Lab – After School
Azryael is alone, reviewing ancient celestial scrolls left in the school by the Architect himself. Suddenly, a crack in space forms on the ceiling.
Descending from it is a tall, calm, sadistic figure cloaked in black vines and crimson ribbons—Malzaphor, the Third Child of the Architect, Azryael's biological brother and executioner of wayward celestials.
Malzaphor:
> "Sister… Father says it's time. No more playtime with mortals."
Azryael (quietly):
> "You're not taking me."
But Malzaphor isn't alone. His weapon, Thornspire, a living spear made of cursed roots, twitches with hunger.
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Scene 3: Courtyard Battle Begins
Nel arrives just in time. Malzaphor's presence shakes reality—students freeze in fear, time bends.
Chelestar:
> "He's no ordinary sibling. He's… something else."
Malzaphor (eyeing Nel):
> "So this is the boy whose heart swayed two of my kind. Let me test if it's made of stone—or ash."
He lashes out. Nel blocks with raw energy—his power not from a blessing, but birth. Their fight cracks the earth.
As Chelestar joins, her third tail flickers, her Kitsune aura now primal. Azryael ignites her phoenix form again.
For the first time, all three fight as one.
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Final Scene:
In the heat of battle, Malzaphor smirks.
> "This isn't even my real form. See you soon… siblings."
He vanishes into vines.
Nel, panting, grips Chel's hand. Azryael lays a hand on his shoulder.
Azryael:
> "You're one of us now. And they won't stop coming."
Nel (thinking):
> "Then let them come."