Chapter 1: The Movie Night

Two queens. one clown. a bit of lightning. And a gentle memory in eternity.

Being a queen didn’t mean having no passions.
And even when one was one of the most feared entities in the Multiverse, dressed in silence and blue lightning, one could, some nights, desire something very simple. Very human. Almost fragile.

That night, Saphira Noctielle, queen of the Blue Tower, simply wanted to go to the movies. with her sister.

The destination? Dimensional Megaplex 9.
A cosmic monument in perpetual expansion, built at the junction of sixty-two film genres, twelve alternate realities, and three temporal paradoxes.
Posters floated in the sky like advertising stars, projectors danced around the building drawing constellations of images, and portals poured in from an infinity of universes, creating a queue as colorful as narrative chaos itself.

Saphira walked slowly, a book tucked under her arm, her doll Élya nestled against her.
her bare feet slid across the starlit glass floor, drawing tiny spirals of light with each step.

Beside her, Diva, faster, livelier, more... Diva.
red cap backwards, a smile ready to shatter a galaxy, she was munching on popcorn even before entering she bounced, almost quivered, her red lightning crackling with every word.

—“IT’S OUT TODAY! IT! by STEPHEN KING !” she shouted, spinning around.

Saphira nodded slowly.

—“i want to see what he does with fear how he frames it.”

Diva leapt like a firework of pure excitement.

—“me, i just wanna see a clown get blown up by a kid.”

She snapped her fingers, and two tickets appeared mid-air, engraved in red letters: private screening , red room , infinite popcorn.

Saphira leaned toward Élya, as if confiding in her more than her sister.

—“i think she’s more excited than me.”

In front of the entrance, the queue unfolded into space-time: humans, aliens, minor gods, artist robots, disembodied narrators… an infinite narrative bestiary.

But as they approached, a soft yet insistent alarm began to sing through the walls.

—“warning: pure divine cosmic energy detected.”
The staff instinctively stepped back... then bowed.

“lady Saphira, lady Diva. the room is already waiting for you.”

“good,” grumbled Diva, leaping into a floating seat. “i don’t want some mortal stealing MY premium chair.”

The red room was worthy of them.

The seats were compressed clouds, warm, cozy, silent.
A miniature throne, perfectly sized for Saphira, had materialized upon her arrival, covered with a soft blue blanket. A small screen floated just in front of Élya, settled on a cushion of stars.

The movie started.

Pennywise appeared.
The children screamed.
The audience tensed.

But Saphira, she didn’t flinch.
She slowly bit into a cosmic cotton candy, her eyes still, deep, absorbing every image with infinite focus.

Diva, on the other hand, burst into laughter.
Her laugh cut through the silence of the room like a playful lightning bolt.

—“DID YOU SEE HIS FACE?! HE’S UGLIER THAN A FRACTURED DIMENSION!”

Then, the impossible happened.

The image on the screen flickered.
Pennywise looked at the room. directly.
The projector crackled.
A minor demon, slipped into a script footnote, tried to cross the fourth wall.

He didn’t get the chance.

Saphira raised a finger.
A blue bolt fell from the ceiling, without noise, without a cry.
The demon melted in silence.
And Saphira didn’t even take her eyes off the screen.

—“watch your movie, not the audience,” she simply whispered.

Silence returned, the film resumed. no one dared applaud. even the popcorn stopped popping.

At the end of the movie, when the lights came back on, Diva leapt off her cloud like a shooting star.

—“I LOVE THAT CLOWN! he dies so well! i want a pennywise costume with red lightning bolts.”

Saphira, she, descended slowly, her eyes weren’t shining with horror, nor with joy, but with something strangely tender.

—“i liked his loneliness. he wanted to be loved. but he scared people, so they hated him.”

Diva stopped, looked at her. for a long time.

Then she took her hand.

—“you’re scary too. but me, i love you.”

And Saphira, without a smile, without a word, squeezed her sister’s hand a little tighter.

Maybe in another film, they would have been monsters.
But that night, in that red room suspended between worlds, they were just two sisters.

A queen.

two lightning bolts.

And a ridiculously deadly clown.

End of Chapter 1 – The Movie Night