EPISODE 7: THE MORNING AFTER
INTRO MUSIC: A slow, pulsing electronic beat—less urgent than before, more sensual. The sounds of a quiet morning filter in—distant city traffic, the low hum of an air conditioner, the faint clatter of kitchenware. Then, the voice of ETHAN CROSS, rough-edged but softer than usual.
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SCENE 1: JON’S APARTMENT – WAKING UP
SFX: The gentle rustle of sheets. A deep inhale, slow and steady. The mattress shifts as Ethan stretches, his muscles pulling tight before he relaxes again.
ETHAN (narration)
Waking up in someone else’s bed is always a little disorienting. For a second, your body doesn’t know where you are.
But this morning… I know exactly where I am.
SFX: A deep exhale. The sound of skin brushing against skin as Ethan runs a hand over his face.
ETHAN (narration)
Jon’s bed is warm. Big. Smells like him—whiskey, leather, something darker underneath.
Last night is still there, lingering on my skin. The ache in my muscles, the heat in my blood.
I could stay here forever.
SFX: The distant clatter of a pan in the kitchen. A low chuckle, deep and knowing.
JON (calling out)
You planning on sleeping all day, big guy?
ETHAN (narration)
Guess not.
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SCENE 2: THE KITCHEN – BREAKFAST WITH JON
SFX: The soft sizzle of something frying in a pan. The faint pop of a toaster. The aroma of coffee thick in the air.
Ethan steps into the kitchen, still shirtless, the floor cool beneath his bare feet.
ETHAN
Didn’t take you for the breakfast-in-bed type.
JON (chuckling)
I’m not. But I figured you’d need something to keep your strength up.
ETHAN (narration)
Jon moves around the kitchen with an ease that shouldn’t surprise me. Like everything in this space belongs exactly where it is.
He’s standing at the stove, shirtless, broad back flexing as he flips whatever’s in the pan.
I could watch him like this.
But then he turns, smirking like he knows what I’m thinking.
JON
Eggs and bacon work for you?
ETHAN
You trying to ruin my tough-guy image by feeding me a home-cooked breakfast?
JON
No, I’m trying to make sure you don’t pass out before noon.
SFX: A plate being set down on the counter. A chair scraping against the floor as Ethan sits.
ETHAN (narration)
The food’s simple, but damn if it doesn’t smell good.
And something about this—this normalcy—feels… right.
Like waking up here, eating breakfast with Jon, isn’t just a one-time thing.
Like it could be more.
SFX: The quiet scrape of a fork against a plate. Jon leans against the counter, sipping his coffee.
JON
You ever do any reading?
ETHAN
I read plenty.
JON
Mmhmm. That what you call scrolling through gym thirst traps?
ETHAN (grinning)
Research.
SFX: A soft snort from Jon as he pulls out his phone. A few taps on the screen, then a ding as a message is sent.
JON
Here. Thought you might find this interesting.
SFX: Ethan’s phone buzzes. He picks it up, scanning the screen.
ETHAN
Asmodeus: A Forgotten God of Gay Men?
JON
It’s a good place to start.
ETHAN (narration)
I glance up, but Jon’s watching me, unreadable.
ETHAN
You really think I’m—
JON
I know you are.
SFX: A slow inhale. A pause.
ETHAN (narration)
I don’t answer. Not yet.
Instead, I tap the link.
Because whether I want to admit it or not… I need to know.
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SCENE 3: SAYING GOODBYE
SFX: The sound of a zipper. The rustle of fabric as Ethan pulls his jacket on.
ETHAN (narration)
As much as I want to stay, I’ve got shit to do.
Jon doesn’t push. Just watches as I gather my things, like he already knows we’ll see each other again.
JON
Here.
SFX: A phone being slid across the counter.
ETHAN (narration)
I glance down. His number, already typed in.
ETHAN (smirking)
What, no cute emoji?
JON
You want a heart next to my name, you can add it yourself.
SFX: A low chuckle. Ethan picks up the phone, adding Jon’s number to his contacts.
ETHAN
Guess I’ll see you around, then.
JON
You will.
SFX: A pause. A shift in the air between them.
ETHAN (narration)
We could just leave it at that. But neither of us wants to.
So I step in. He meets me halfway.
And when our mouths come together—slow, deep, deliberate—I know I’ll be back.
SFX: A lingering kiss. The quiet hum of satisfaction. Then, Ethan steps back, door opening with a soft creak.
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SCENE 4: OUT IN THE WORLD
SFX: City noise swelling. The distant sound of traffic, the low murmur of people moving around him. Ethan walks, slow and steady, the weight of the night still lingering on his skin.
ETHAN (narration)
I don’t know where this road is taking me.
But I know one thing—
I want to see where it leads.
SFX: A slow inhale. Ethan’s phone buzzes. He glances down, thumb hovering over the link Jon sent him.
MUSIC SWELLS: A deep, pulsing beat, overlaid with whispered voices—an invitation, a promise, a path waiting to be walked.
FADE TO CREDITS.
TO BE CONTINUED…
HELLBOUND: A SON OF ASMODEUS
EPISODE 8: SIGNS & SCRIPTURE
INTRO MUSIC: A deep, pulsing electronic beat layered with whispered voices just below comprehension. The sounds of a city street fade in—distant traffic, footsteps, the occasional chatter of passersby. Then, the voice of ETHAN CROSS, contemplative but slightly unsettled.
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SCENE 1: THE GYM – A SHIFT IN PERSPECTIVE
SFX: The rhythmic clank of weights, the low hum of treadmills, music pulsing faintly over the gym’s speakers.
ETHAN (narration)
The gym is my temple. My routine. No matter what else is happening, the weight is constant. It doesn’t lie. It doesn’t shift under me like everything else in my life seems to be doing lately.
But today?
Today, something feels… different.
SFX: Ethan grips a barbell, inhales, and then lifts—muscles straining, controlled breathing steady.
ETHAN (narration)
It’s not the weight. Not the usual burn in my muscles.
It’s them.
SFX: The faint rustle of movement nearby. A voice, deep but familiar, murmuring something to a workout partner.
ETHAN (narration)
I see him first—guy I recognize from The Inferno. He’s been around long enough that I know his face, know the way he moves. He’s one of us, even if I don’t know what that really means yet.
Gay. Kinky. Comfortable in spaces where pleasure and power mix.
But it’s not just that.
Tonight, he looks different to me.
I don’t mean physically—he’s still the same thick-bodied guy with ink curling up one arm, still wearing a tank top that clings a little too well.
But something shifts when I look at him. Like a heat I can feel under my skin. Like my body knows something before my brain catches up.
ETHAN (murmuring to himself)
What the hell…
SFX: The weight clanks as Ethan racks it. He shakes out his arms, rolling his shoulders, trying to reset.
ETHAN (narration)
I tell myself it’s nothing. Just me reading into things.
But then—I see him.
The other guy.
SFX: A slow, deliberate inhale. A distant, pulsing hum, low and barely perceptible.
ETHAN (narration)
I don’t know him. Haven’t seen him at The Inferno. Hell, maybe I’ve never seen him before in my life.
But the second my eyes land on him, something in my chest tightens.
He’s leaner than the guys I usually notice, but strong. Movements precise, controlled. Skin flushed, a faint sheen of sweat catching the gym’s fluorescent lights.
And he has it too.
That same heat, that same hum.
Like something unseen is just beneath his skin, thrumming.
SFX: Ethan’s grip tightens around the bar. A low, thoughtful exhale.
ETHAN (narration)
Maybe I’m imagining it.
Maybe I’m not.
Either way, I can’t shake the feeling that something is shifting.
And I need to figure out what the fuck it means.
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SCENE 2: HOME – THE BOOK CALLS TO HIM
SFX: A door unlocking. The quiet hush of Ethan’s apartment as he steps inside. The soft rustle of fabric as he shrugs off his jacket.
ETHAN (narration)
By the time I get home, I can’t stop thinking about what Jon said.
What he sees in me.
SFX: The soft tap of a phone on a counter. The faint ding of a notification as Ethan pulls up the link Jon sent.
ETHAN (narration)
I told myself I’d look later. Maybe skim a few pages, keep it casual.
But the second my eyes land on the title—
SFX: A faint whoosh, as if something unseen shifts in the air.
ETHAN (narration)
—I know I’m not walking away from this tonight.
SFX: The quiet click of a mouse. A page loading.
ETHAN (narration)
Asmodeus: A Forgotten God of Gay Men.
ETHAN (softly, to himself)
Alright. Let’s see what the hell you have to say.
SFX: A pause. The low hum of a computer fan. Then, the rhythmic click of scrolling, slow at first, then a little faster.
ETHAN (narration)
The words hit me like a fist to the gut.
Not because they’re shocking. Not because they’re new.
But because they feel like something I’ve always known.
Like reading the name of a place you’ve never been but somehow remember.
SFX: The faint rustle of Ethan shifting in his seat. The quiet creak of a chair.
ETHAN (narration)
Asmodeus.
A god of indulgence. Of power. Of men who refuse to apologize for what they are—what they want.
A protector of the desires they tried to strip from us.
And the men who walk in his shadow?
His sons?
SFX: The low, distant echo of whispered voices. Faint. Almost imagined.
ETHAN (narration)
The more I read, the more something inside me stirs.
Not fear.
Not doubt.
Something else.
Something hungry.
SFX: A slow inhale. The whispered voices fade. The page clicks as Ethan scrolls deeper.
ETHAN (narration)
I don’t stop reading.
I can’t.
MUSIC SWELLS: A deep, pulsing beat—an invitation, a promise, a path waiting to be walked.
FADE TO CREDITS.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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