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

The wind howled through the ruined corridors of the underground complex, carrying whispers of something unseen. The deeper Dante, Lyra, and Cain moved into the facility, the heavier the air became. The walls bore deep gashes, as if something massive had torn through them, and the flickering emergency lights bathed everything in an eerie red glow.

Dante's golden eyes scanned the dimly lit hallway. Every instinct screamed that they weren't alone. His fingers twitched, still adjusting to the power surging beneath his skin, that strange force that had been awakened within him.

Lyra walked beside him, silent and calculating. She hadn't said much since his outburst back in the city. Dante could feel the distance between them growing. She wasn't just wary—she was afraid.

Cain, on the other hand, seemed entirely at ease, humming under his breath as if they weren't walking into what could very well be a death trap.

"Where are we going, exactly?" Dante asked, his voice low.

Lyra didn't look at him. "The core chamber is ahead. If the records are right, that's where the Primordials conducted their final experiment before the fall of the facility."

Dante frowned. "Final experiment?"

She hesitated before answering. "The one that killed them all."

The group pressed on, stepping over shattered glass and broken equipment. The deeper they went, the colder it became. The silence was suffocating, pressing in on them like a living thing.

Not mechanical. Not the creak of a failing structure.

The others halted too, following his gaze toward a shattered observation window leading into a massive chamber.

And in the center of that chamber—

It stood unnaturally still, bathed in the dim glow of a single flickering light.

Dante's pulse quickened. The figure was humanoid, but its proportions were slightly wrong—too elongated, its head tilted at an odd angle. But the worst part wasn't its shape.

"What the hell…?" Cain murmured, his usual smirk nowhere to be found.

The figure moved. Slowly, fluidly, its head turning toward them. Then, in a voice that sent ice down Dante's spine—

The words weren't spoken aloud. They echoed inside Dante's mind.

His heartbeat thundered in his ears.

"Move," Lyra hissed, raising her gun.

But before she could fire, the figure lunged.

Dante barely had time to react before the glass shattered, and the creature was upon them.

ECHOES OF THE PAST.