Perfeito. Abaixo está a tradução completa e integral para o inglês, sem cortar nada, mantendo tom, ritmo, humor e personalidade dos personagens. Os diálogos foram adaptados para soar naturais em inglês, como roteiro/livro de série.
DEMONIC – Episode Pilot (English Version)
The alarm clock rang exactly at six thirty, with that irritating sound that seemed to scream, "Wake up, or you're going to be late!"
Davincci slowly opened his eyes, rubbing his face with his hands and sighing. The bedroom was bathed in a dim light coming through the window, illuminating posters of bands and comics he collected.
— Another day… fuck this… — he muttered, completely unmotivated.
He got up, slipping on the sneakers that were already beside the bed, and grabbed his backpack. His school uniform was neatly folded on the chair, but he spent a few minutes just staring at the shirt, as if it were possible to delay the inevitable: another normal day at school.
On his way to the bathroom, he passed by his parents' bedroom door. They were still fast asleep, his father's light snoring blending into the silence of the house. In the bathroom, he washed his face and fixed his hair, trying to shake off the sleep.
— Quick breakfast… and here we go — he grumbled, grabbing a slice of bread and taking a sip of juice.
Dressed and ready, Davincci slung his backpack over his shoulders and left the house. The street was still quiet; only a few birds were singing, and a light breeze swayed the tree leaves. He started walking toward school, enjoying the calm that only existed in the early hours of the morning.
As he walked, he thought about the small things of the day: the math test, the art presentation, and of course, the friends he'd see in a short while. Nothing extraordinary — just another ordinary morning in his life.
The walk to school took about twenty minutes, and Davincci used the time to observe neighbors opening their doors, dogs running around backyards, small children laughing and running with colorful backpacks. Everything felt normal, and that brought him a quiet comfort.
Finally, he passed through the school gates. The sound of footsteps and students' voices filled the courtyard, creating that familiar sense of routine. Davincci took a deep breath, catching the smell of freshly cut grass and the warm concrete of the building.
Walking down the main hallway, he spotted Valhalla and Elloysa leaning near the classroom door. Valhalla was resting against the wall with his arms crossed, while Elloysa absentmindedly played with her hair, her expression focused yet relaxed.
— Hey, you guys took forever today! — Davincci said with a smile, tossing his backpack onto a chair.
Valhalla raised an eyebrow and stepped closer.
— Waking up early isn't my thing, man. Relax. You're the one who's late like always.
Elloysa laughed as she sat beside Davincci.
— I don't know, Davincci… you look extra sleepy today. Sleep badly?
— It's not that… just thinking about some stuff — he replied, trying to sound normal.
Valhalla made an exaggerated gesture, placing his hands on his hips.
— Like what? Math? The teacher's gonna kill us today?
— No, nothing like that. Just… dumb things — Davincci said with a shrug.
The three of them laughed and kept talking in low voices, careful not to draw attention as the teacher entered the classroom. The first period passed between books, notebooks, and the constant sound of pencils scratching paper. Despite the routine, there was comfort in that familiarity: the sound of pages turning, Elloysa's laugh whenever Valhalla made a dumb joke, the quick smiles they exchanged.
— You guys won't believe what I saw yesterday! — Elloysa whispered, leaning closer to Davincci.
— What? — he asked, curious.
— Nothing big, just something that made me laugh at the time… but I can't tell it here — she replied with a mischievous smile.
Valhalla scoffed.
— Always with secrets. You two should just admit you're best friends already.
— Oh, shut up — Elloysa replied, laughing.
— Relax, I'm just saying — Valhalla said, crossing his arms with a smirk.
The bell rang for recess, filling the room with the sound of chairs scraping and backpacks being dragged across the floor. Davincci took a deep breath, ready to blend into the crowd in the courtyard.
On the way there, the three talked about trivial things: what they'd eat for lunch, a video they'd seen online, plans to study together for the science test. Every step, every laugh, every exchanged glance reinforced that sense of normality filling their lives — for now.
When they reached the courtyard, Davincci felt a light breeze hit his face, carrying the smell of grass and nearby flowers. He watched Valhalla and Elloysa talking animatedly as they walked, and for a moment, he let himself get lost in that feeling of normalcy: friends, school, an ordinary day.
Nothing on the horizon suggested that this would be the last truly normal day for Davincci and his friends. The world was still at peace, and the trio's laughter echoed through the courtyard, filled with the innocence of a life that would soon change forever.
The recess bell echoed through the hallways, announcing the long-awaited break. Davincci, Valhalla, and Elloysa stood up, adjusted their backpacks, and followed the flow of students heading toward the cafeteria. Laughter, conversations, and the sound of sneakers on the linoleum floor filled the air, creating that typical recess chaos.
When they arrived, the familiar smell of fresh bread, coffee, and something undefined — maybe industrial food mixed with frying oil — greeted them. The cafeteria was partially full, with groups of students sitting at scattered tables. A small TV mounted in the corner of the wall caught the attention of a few students, though most ignored it.
— Let's see if there's anything interesting on — Davincci said, approaching the screen while grabbing a bottle of water.
The image stayed static for a few seconds before the anchor appeared, his voice deep and urgent. The volume wasn't high, but it was enough to catch the trio's attention. On the screen, quick images of cities showed empty streets, buildings bathed in red lights, and a graph indicating rising temperatures across several parts of the world.
— Guys… look at this — Davincci said, pointing at the screen.
"They're talking about frequent disappearances and an abnormal increase in global temperatures. They say they don't know what's happening, that it's some unknown phenomenon…"
Valhalla frowned, focusing on the images for a few seconds before looking back at Davincci.
— Disappearances? Here? Come on. Stuff like this is always on TV. Probably people getting lost, running away from something… I don't know. I'm not freaking out over a report.
Elloysa bit her lip, thoughtful.
— I don't know… it seems serious. The graphs show entire cities with abnormal temperatures. And they keep replaying footage of people disappearing… — she hesitated, clearly unsettled, then looked away. — Maybe it's just sensationalism.
Davincci shook his head, trying to push away the strange feeling growing in his chest.
— It doesn't feel like sensationalism to me. What if there's more going on than we realize? — his voice lowered, tension clear.
Before they could continue, the bell rang, signaling the return to class. The trio sighed and headed back through the hallways, blending once more into the crowd of students.
That was when, near the classroom door, they spotted Francielly. She looked calm, but there was something in her eyes — a hint of exhaustion, as if the day had already drained her.
— Francielly! — Elloysa called, approaching her. — Are you okay? How are you feeling today?
Francielly smiled gently, a light smile that conveyed reassurance.
— I'm fine, thank you for asking — she said, adjusting her bag strap on her shoulder.
Davincci frowned, worried, and couldn't hold back the question.
— And the baby? How is it?
She gently touched her belly, the gesture almost automatic, as if reassuring herself that everything was still there.
— He's fine. Everything's fine… thank you for worrying.
Valhalla stepped forward, his expression more serious than usual.
— Francielly, if you need anything, you know you can talk to us, right? No matter what happens.
She smiled again and nodded.
— I know… and I really appreciate it. It's good to know I can count on you.
The trio headed to class, chatting about trivial things, but Davincci's concern lingered. He couldn't ignore what he'd seen on TV or the tired look in Francielly's eyes. Something about that morning felt different, though he couldn't put it into words.
Back in the classroom, the sound of backpacks being set down and the teacher organizing materials filled the space. Davincci sat beside Elloysa, while Valhalla leaned against a nearby wall with his arms crossed. They exchanged glances, and without saying anything, all three felt it — a quiet, unspoken concern hanging in the air.
The routine resumed, but Davincci's thoughts kept drifting back to the news report and Francielly's expression. A subtle, almost imperceptible premonition began forming in the back of his mind: something was about to change.
As he organized his notebook and tried to focus, Davincci glanced out the window. The sunlight was beginning to fade, filtering through the trees in the courtyard and casting long shadows across the hallway. Nothing yet hinted at what was coming, but for those paying attention, there was a sense that the world was about to be turned upside down.
The final bell echoed through the hallways, freeing the students from the dragging last period. Classrooms emptied quickly, loud voices, laughter, and hurried footsteps blending into controlled chaos.
At the school gate, Valhalla adjusted his backpack and lightly slapped Davincci on the arm.
— I'm heading out. Got some stuff to deal with at home — he said casually. — Talk to you later.
— Alright — Davincci replied. — Don't disappear.
Valhalla smirked, waved, and walked off, blending into the crowd heading down the street.
Davincci stood there for a moment, watching people leave, when he heard footsteps approaching.
— Hey — Elloysa said, appearing beside him. — You heading straight home?
He shrugged.
— Probably… why?
She hesitated, playing with her backpack strap.
— We could go to my place. Work on the art project… and then play something. If you want.
Davincci thought for a moment, still tired, but the idea of not going straight home felt oddly appealing.
— Sure — he said. — Better than doing it alone.
Elloysa smiled.
— Then come on.
They walked together, heading down the street toward her neighborhood. The afternoon sun was still high, casting a golden glow over the sidewalks. Traffic was light, and the breeze carried that familiar end-of-day scent.
For a few minutes, they talked about dumb stuff: teachers, grades, common complaints. But the inevitable subject returned.
— That report… — Davincci said, breaking the silence. — I can't stop thinking about it.
Elloysa took a deep breath.
— Me neither. I tried not to, but… disappearances all over the world? Extreme temperatures? That's not normal.
— It feels like they're hiding something — he said. — Like no one wants to say it out loud.
She nodded, more serious.
— My dad mentioned the news has been weird lately. Lots of cuts, lots of vague information.
Elloysa's building appeared ahead: simple, well-kept, with a few plants by the entrance. They went upstairs and soon were in her room, spreading notebooks, pencils, and sheets of paper across the floor.
They sat side by side, working on the art project, sharing ideas, scribbling, erasing, laughing at crooked drawings. For a few minutes, the world felt… normal again.
But the conversation kept drifting back.
— Have you ever had that feeling — Elloysa said softly — that something bad is coming, but it hasn't arrived yet?
Davincci stopped drawing.
— All day.
They exchanged a silent look, far heavier than their age should allow.
Meanwhile, a few streets away, Francielly walked alone.
The sky slowly darkened, the distant hum of the city surrounding her. She spoke quietly, almost whispering, as if talking to herself.
— I need to buy something for tomorrow… can't forget… — she murmured. — Everything's been so strange lately…
She stopped for a moment, took a deep breath, and rubbed her face.
— It's just exhaustion… that's all.
Her building came into view: an old apartment complex, partially abandoned. Despite that, it was relatively clean and well cared for, a sign that some people still lived there.
Francielly went inside, climbing the stairs silently. The hallway was empty, lit only by weak lights. As she approached her apartment, something caught her attention.
A noise.
A strange sound, like metal scraping against concrete.
She frowned and took another step.
Then she saw it.
A grotesque creature with dark, irregular skin was trying to squeeze itself through the apartment window, as if desperately trying to escape. Its body seemed too heavy for the opening, its movements wrong, unnatural.
Francielly froze for a fraction of a second.
Then she acted.
Without screaming, without thinking, she ran to the kitchen, grabbed a knife from the counter, and returned within seconds. The creature was almost through the window when she drove the blade forcefully into its neck.
A dull sound.
The creature let out a muffled noise and instantly went limp, falling out the window.
Francielly rushed to the opening and watched the body crash onto a parked car below, denting the roof with a heavy, final impact.
Silence.
She ran down the stairs, her heart pounding. When she reached the car, she stared at the unmoving body.
That… wasn't human.
The skin, the limbs, the shape — everything was wrong.
Francielly stepped back, breathing heavily. With trembling hands, she pulled out her phone and dialed.
— Hello… police? — she said, trying to keep her voice steady. — I… I think I killed something. And it's not a person.
She looked once more at the fallen creature.
— You need to come now.
The camera would slowly pull away, leaving Francielly standing there alone under the dim streetlight, as the world finally began to break.
Elloysa's bedroom was an organized mess. Open books, scattered papers, colored pencils rolling across the floor. Davincci sat on the bed, trying to balance his notebook on his lap, while Elloysa knelt on the floor, surrounded by materials.
— Okay, so… — she said, looking at his drawing. — What exactly is this supposed to be?
Davincci tilted the notebook toward her.
— It's… an abstract representation of the human feeling in the face of modern society.
Elloysa narrowed her eyes.
— Davincci, that looks like a sad duck.
— It's an existential duck — he corrected, far too serious for someone drawing that.
She burst out laughing, resting her forehead against the mattress.
— The teacher's gonna love it. She'll hang it in the classroom with a sign that says, "Don't do this."
— You don't understand art — he replied, offended. — Van Gogh was misunderstood too.
— Van Gogh cut off his own ear, so maybe not the best comparison.
Davincci grimaced.
— Fair.
They went back to working for a few minutes, the comfortable silence broken only by the sound of pencils on paper. Then Elloysa looked at him again.
— Can I see your phone?
— Why?
— Trust me.
He handed it over, suspicious. Elloysa started tapping quickly, smiling to herself.
— What are you doing?
— Saving humanity from you.
She turned the screen toward him. An alarm had been set:
"REMIND DAVINCCI TO BREATHE"
— Very funny — he said. — Can I delete it?
— No. It'll be useful.
Davincci took the phone back, laughing.
— You're crazy.
— And you draw depressive ducks. We're even.
She sat beside him on the bed, their shoulders almost touching. Davincci felt his heart speed up slightly but tried to hide it.
— Were you always good at art? — he asked.
— Kind of. I mostly fake confidence — she replied. — Most people believe it.
— It works — he said. — I definitely believed it.
Elloysa smiled, pleased.
— See? Technique.
Suddenly, the video game console under the TV caught their attention.
— After all this — she said — one match?
— If you're ready to lose.
— Davincci, I've known you forever. You lose even in the tutorial.
— That's a lie.
— Wanna bet?
They turned on the game, sitting on the floor with controllers in hand. Minutes later:
— THAT WAS CHEATING — Davincci complained, pointing at the screen.
— Advanced strategy — Elloysa replied, laughing. — Learn.
— The game is clearly against me.
— Obviously. Just like the entire universe.
He glanced at her.
— Today… you're feeling that weird sensation too, right?
Elloysa's smile faded for a moment, then she shrugged.
— A little. But right now… — she lifted the controller — I'm too busy humiliating you. How are you so fucking bad?
Davincci smiled.
— At least this is still normal.
They kept playing, laughing, arguing, as if the world outside were still intact, unaware that this normality was living on borrowed time.