Location: Global Broadcast Feeds – Midnight, Simultaneous Transmission
Every screen flickered.
From the neon towers of Tokyo to the underground clubs of Berlin. From vampire blood courts hidden beneath London, to werewolf enclaves in the Rockies.
Phones buzzed. Monitors froze.
TVs turned themselves on.
One signal.
One name.
The screen went black—then bled into red and silver.
A crest appeared: A serpent wrapped around a crown of flame.
And then…
Damon Black stepped into view.
Not cloaked. Not masked.
Not hidden.
Wearing a midnight suit, crimson eyes glowing faintly, his presence impossible to look away from.
Scene: The Broadcast Heard Around the World
"To those of you in shadow and light…"
"To those who thought the name Phantom was buried…"
"To those who preyed upon my children, my people, my legacy…"
"You made a fatal mistake."
He stepped closer.
"I wasn't dead. I was sleeping."
"And now—you've woken the calamity."
The screen rippled—images of past conquests flashing behind him. Exploded strongholds. Fallen vampire thrones. Economic collapses. Political scandals. All… him.
"The name you whispered in fear is not just back."
"It now carries two bloodlines."
He extended his hand.
"Damon. Phantom. Vale."
"This world belongs to me and mine."
Scene: The Supernatural World Reacts
Vampire Elders dropped glasses in ancient halls.
Werewolf Alphas paused mid-roar as every alert in their dominion flared.
Global CEOs cursed and scrambled—old debts returning from the grave.
The Silent Ones, hidden deep in their cryptic fortresses, went still.
They hadn't just stirred a man.
They had revived a storm.
Scene: The Closing Words
"Tithes are due. Territories will be reclaimed."
"Those who remain loyal will prosper beyond imagination."
"Those who stand in our way…"
His voice dropped.
"Will beg for mercy,
and pray for hell."
"I am Damon.
I am Phantom.
I am Vale."
"And I have returned for blood."
The feed cut.
And the world trembled.