Demon (2026) – Concept Trailer | Dwayne Johnson, Keanu Reeves

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Demon’s Bargain

Prologue: The Voice in the Dark

I was nobody. Invisible, broke, afraid. Every door shut in my face, every hope trampled by the world’s indifference. My name was Ethan Cole, but it meant nothing. I was just another shadow in the city, just another dreamer who’d lost his way.

Then, one night, I heard a voice in the dark.

It wasn’t a hallucination, not the echo of my own despair. It was something else—ancient, patient, powerful. For the first time in my life, something heard me back.

“I don’t give gifts,” the voice whispered. “I make trades.”

I should have run. I should have prayed. But I didn’t. Instead, I listened.

“You want power? Say it clearly. Say it like you mean it.”

I didn’t beg. I signed.

And everything changed.

Chapter One: The Pact

The contract was simple. No blood, no ceremony, just a signature on a page that shimmered like oil and smoke. The ink burned my skin, crawling through my veins like fire and ice at the same time. I screamed, but the pain felt right. It was the price of becoming something more.

When I opened my eyes, the world was different. I could hear fear in the hearts of those around me. I could taste lies on their lips. I could break reality with a thought.

Power.

People noticed me now. The men who used to spit at me in the alley lowered their eyes. The bosses who laughed at my resume stammered apologies. The city bent to my will, trembling on the edge of something unholy.

The heavens don’t shake for accidents. They shake when something unholy pulls on the balance.

I was the storm now. I decided who knelt.

Chapter Two: The Rise

At first, I used my power for petty revenge. The landlord who mocked my poverty found his fortune evaporating overnight. The cop who broke my ribs was suddenly terrified of his own shadow. The world had hurt me, and I hurt it back.

But power is never satisfied. It wants more.

I started small—fixing odds, shifting luck, making deals in the shadows. Soon, I was a name whispered in fear. Ethan Cole. The Demon Broker.

I could hear the city’s heartbeat. I could taste its secrets. I could break its reality with a glance.

But there was a cost. In the mirror, my eyes glowed faintly red. My shadow stretched longer than my body. Sometimes, I’d wake up with the taste of ash in my mouth.

I didn’t care. I was finally alive.

Chapter Three: The Hunter

But every storm draws a hunter.

His name was Gabriel Stone, a man with eyes like cold steel and a voice that cut through lies. He wasn’t sent to judge me—he was sent to stop me.

Gabriel was no ordinary agent. He moved through the city like a ghost, tracking the ripples of my power. Every time I bent reality, he was there, watching, waiting.

We met for the first time in an abandoned church, the air thick with old prayers and broken promises.

“You’ve made your bargain,” Gabriel said, his voice steady. “But you don’t understand what you’ve unleashed.”

I smiled, my teeth sharp. “I’ve spent my whole life being stopped. Now I’m the storm.”

He looked at me with pity. “The world doesn’t need another tyrant.”

I laughed. “Maybe I want them to blame me. Maybe I want them to remember my name.”

Chapter Four: The Temptation

The more power I wielded, the more the world fractured. Shadows deepened. People grew desperate. Crime rose, and the city’s heartbeat quickened.

I could feel the demon inside me, whispering. “More. Take more.”

I started making trades—offering power to others. A desperate mother who wanted her child cured. A failing politician who wanted to win. Each bargain twisted them, changed them, left them hollow.

Gabriel tried to intervene, saving those who hadn’t signed yet. He was fast, but I was faster.

We clashed in the city’s underbelly, our battles shaking the very air. Gabriel wielded light, hope, faith. I wielded darkness, fear, reality itself.

He tried to reason with me. “You’re losing yourself, Ethan.”

But I didn’t care. I was finally someone.

Chapter Five: The Reckoning

One night, Gabriel cornered me atop a skyscraper, the city blazing below.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked. “To be feared? To be hated?”

I looked down at the chaos I’d caused. Fires. Screams. Shadows crawling across the streets.

“Yes,” I said. “I want them to remember my name.”

Gabriel shook his head. “You were invisible once. Now you’re infamous. But fame built on fear is just another kind of prison.”

I could have killed him then. Bent reality, snapped his bones. But something stopped me.

A memory. My mother’s voice, singing to me as a child. My father’s hand on my shoulder. The warmth of hope, before the world turned cold.

For a moment, I hesitated.

Chapter Six: The Choice

Gabriel seized the moment. He lunged, his blade—a weapon forged in faith—slashing through the air. I dodged, but he cut my arm. Light seared my skin, burning away the darkness.

I screamed, falling to my knees.

“You can still choose, Ethan,” Gabriel said, his voice gentle. “You can break the contract. You can be free.”

The demon inside me roared. “Kill him! Take everything!”

But I was tired. Tired of being a storm. Tired of being hated. Tired of being alone.

I looked at Gabriel, tears streaming down my face. “I don’t know how.”

He knelt beside me. “You remember who you were. You fight for it.”

I closed my eyes, searching for the boy I’d been—the boy who wanted to be loved, not feared.

Chapter Seven: Redemption

The city trembled as I made my choice.

I reached inside, grasping the demon’s power, twisting it, bending it to my will. The contract burned, the ink sizzling on my skin.

“I renounce you,” I whispered.

The demon screamed, clawing at my soul. But Gabriel’s light held me steady.

Reality shattered, then rebuilt itself. The fires died. The shadows retreated. The city breathed again.

I collapsed, exhausted, the power gone.

Gabriel smiled. “You did it.”

I looked at my hands—ordinary, human, trembling.

Chapter Eight: Aftermath

The world changed overnight. People who’d made bargains with me found themselves free, but scarred. The city’s heartbeat slowed, hope returning.

I was no longer a demon. I was nobody again.

But this time, I was content.

Gabriel vanished, his mission complete. I never saw him again.

I wandered the streets, helping where I could. I fed the hungry. I sheltered the lost. I tried to make amends.

Some people hated me. Some forgave me. Most forgot me.

But I remembered who I was.

Epilogue: The Name

Years passed. The city healed. The story of Ethan Cole—the Demon Broker—became legend, a warning and a hope.

Sometimes, I’d hear whispers in the dark, echoes of the power I’d once held. Sometimes, I’d feel the urge to rise again, to be the storm.

But I resisted.

I wasn’t sent to judge. I wasn’t sent to rule.

I was sent to remember. To help. To be human.

And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.