Adetoye_Eniola

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In a world where technology and mysticism intertwine, Dante Kieran wakes up to a reality altered beyond recognition. A mysterious artifact has bonded with him, rewriting his destiny and unlocking powers beyond human comprehension.

Hunted by secret organizations, feared by the elite, and drawn into a battle older than time itself, Dante must navigate a treacherous path of betrayal, ambition, and forbidden knowledge. Alongside three breathtakingly powerful women—each harboring secrets of their own—he will uncover the truth behind the artifact, his past, and the cosmic forces at play.

But power comes with a price, and as the line between hero and villain blurs, Dante must decide: Will he be humanity’s savior or its destruction?

The Genesis has begun.


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ROUGE GENESIS

Pain dragged him back into consciousness. It was duller now, a distant ache rather than the searing fire from before. His head throbbed in time with the slow, steady beep of a monitor somewhere in the room.

Dante's eyes fluttered open. He wasn't on the metal slab anymore. Instead, he lay on a narrow bed, his wrists strapped to the sides. The glow beneath his skin had dimmed, but he could still feel the thing inside him—alive, pulsing.

A soft whoosh signaled the door opening.

She was tall, draped in a sleek white coat that contrasted sharply against her dark auburn hair. Her striking green eyes studied him, not with kindness, but with calculation—like he was an equation to be solved.

"You woke up faster than expected," she murmured, stopping just short of his bed. "That's… impressive."

Dante's throat was dry, but he managed to rasp, "Who the hell are you?"

A faint smirk touched her lips. "Dr. Lyra Voss. And you, Dante Kieran, are not supposed to be alive."

His heart slammed against his ribs.

Lyra glanced at the monitor beside him, nodding to herself before pulling up a sleek tablet. "You were pronounced dead forty-eight hours ago." She turned the screen toward him. "Yet here you are, heartbeat steady, body temperature stabilized, brain activity spiking beyond human norms. So tell me, Dante… what are you?"

His eyes narrowed. "You tell me. You're the one who put this thing inside me."

Lyra tilted her head. "That's where you're wrong. You weren't supposed to survive the experiment."

Before she could answer, a sharp knock at the door interrupted them.

"Dr. Voss." A deep, authoritative voice. "We have a problem."

Lyra turned, her expression unreadable. "What kind of problem?"

"The higher-ups. They want Subject Zero transferred immediately."

Dante didn't miss the flicker of hesitation in her posture. Whoever these "higher-ups" were, even she didn't seem thrilled to be dealing with them.

She turned back to him, her gaze lingering for a moment too long before she pulled something from her pocket—a syringe filled with a clear liquid.

"You're not going to like what happens next," she said, almost apologetically.

He barely had time to curse before she plunged the needle into his neck.

THE HUNT BEGINS.