The Fall of Order

Chapter 12: The Fall of Order

The first screams echoed through the city at dawn.

Lucian stood on the balcony of his villa, watching civilization crumble. Plumes of smoke rose in the distance as people fled in terror, unaware of what was coming for them.

The apocalypse had officially begun.

And Lucian was already ahead of the game.

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The First Wave

The first infected weren't much of a threat. They were slow, clumsy, barely more than rabid humans. But Lucian knew they would evolve.

By the end of the week, they'd be sprinting.

By the end of the month, they'd be hunting in packs.

And by the end of the year?

They wouldn't even be human anymore.

Lucian smirked. That's what made this fun.

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The Cleansing

His villa was untouched.

His fortress stood on the edge of the city, a billion-dollar compound reinforced with cutting-edge defenses. While the world burned, Lucian sat in his throne-like chair, watching the live feeds of security cameras.

People begged for help. Civilians pounded on the gates, screaming to be let in.

Lucian's system flickered to life.

[Evaluating Female Beauty…]

[Score Below 90: ACCESS DENIED]

One by one, the desperate faces disappeared as Lucian's automated turrets cleaned the filth from his doorstep.

Only the worthy would enter.

And only Lucian would decide who lived and who died.

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The First Queen

Among the chaos, there was one woman who caught his attention.

A survivor. Black hair, piercing violet eyes, and a body sculpted like sin. She moved through the apocalypse like she belonged in it—cutting down the infected with a ruthless efficiency that intrigued him.

Lucian leaned back, watching the security feed. Interesting.

He would let her struggle.

Let her fight for her life.

And when the time was right…

He would claim her.

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To Be Continued…