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

Dante's body still thrummed with power, his golden eyes locked onto the silver-haired woman. Something about her presence set his nerves on edge. She was calm—too calm. Like she had already calculated every possible outcome of this encounter.

Lyra kept her gun raised, her stance steady, but Dante noticed the slight shift in her fingers—hesitation. Cain, on the other hand, seemed amused, his crimson gaze flickering with interest.

The woman remained still, balanced on the edge of the rooftop like she had all the time in the world. Then, without warning, she stepped off.

Her body moved with an unnatural fluidity, like gravity obeyed her on its own terms. She landed soundlessly in a crouch, rising to her full height with an effortless grace. Up close, Dante could see the battle-worn details of her gear—scorch marks, reinforced plating, and a symbol etched onto her shoulder: a crescent moon intersected by a blade.

A memory—not his own—flashed through his mind.

Blurred figures. A dimly lit chamber. The same symbol glowing faintly beneath cold, sterile lights. Hushed voices speaking in a language his mind recognized but his mouth couldn't form.

Dante inhaled sharply, trying to shake off the sensation. "You're one of them."

The woman's lips curled into the faintest smirk. "So you do remember."

His fists clenched. "No. But something inside me does."

She studied him for a moment, her blue eyes sharp, assessing. Then she let out a soft chuckle. "Then you're further along than I expected."

Lyra stepped forward, gun still trained on the woman. "Who are you?"

The woman barely acknowledged her, keeping her focus locked on Dante. "Riven Sable." She tilted her head slightly. "And I'm here for him."

Riven's smirk faded, her expression turning serious. "You're valuable, Kieran. More than you realize. More than they were willing to let you become."

Cain let out a low whistle. "You gonna explain that, or are we supposed to guess?"

Riven exhaled, crossing her arms. "The ones who made you—who made all of this—weren't just experimenting. They were trying to perfect something. A weapon."

Dante's stomach twisted. He had known that much. He felt it in his bones. But hearing someone else confirm it made it real in a way he wasn't prepared for.

Riven continued. "You weren't just a test subject. You were the test. The first successful merge."

His voice was quiet, almost afraid of the answer. "What happened to them?"

Riven's expression darkened. "They didn't survive."

A heavy silence fell over them. Lyra's grip on her gun tightened. Cain's usual smirk had vanished.

Dante exhaled, his mind racing. He had always felt different—like something inside him wasn't entirely his. But now, it wasn't just a feeling.

He swallowed hard. "What do you want from me?"

Riven held his gaze. "To make sure you don't become what they want you to be."

Her voice was calm, but there was an edge beneath it. A warning.

Riven's blue eyes burned with something unreadable.

THE HUNTER'S ARRIVAL.