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 glass exploded outward, the sharp shards catching the dim light as they sprayed across the ruined floor. Dante barely had time to throw up his arms before the figure was upon them, its movements eerily fluid—inhuman.

It wasn't just attacking. It was testing them.

The voice slithered into Dante's mind like a whisper, cold and ancient. It wasn't spoken aloud—it was inside him.

A surge of something unfamiliar twisted in his gut. Recognition? No. Instinct. Something deep, buried in his DNA, screaming that this creature was like him. But not him.

Cain moved first. His blade flashed, catching the dim light as he lunged. "Oh, I don't like this thing one bit." The dagger sliced through the air, aiming for the creature's throat—

Dante's eyes widened as its body blurred, dispersing into thin, smoke-like wisps before reforming behind Cain.

A black clawed hand lashed out, striking Cain across the chest. He flew backward, slamming into a cracked pillar with bone-rattling force. Dust rained down as he groaned, shaking off the impact.

Lyra fired. The sharp crack-crack-crack of her gun echoed through the ruined facility, each shot precisely aimed.

The creature's form rippled like smoke caught in the wind. Then, for the first time, it smiled.

A sharp, jagged grin that wasn't human.

Dante barely had time to react before it appeared in front of him.

The world blurred—one moment, it was across the room. The next, its clawed hand was wrapped around his throat.

"You are different," it whispered in his mind. "But you are still incomplete."

The golden energy beneath his skin surged, reacting to the creature's touch. It wasn't just holding him—it was drawing something out of him.

Pain exploded in his skull. His vision blurred—

A dark room. A metal table. Figures standing over him, their faces hidden.

Pain. Agony. His body seizing, his muscles locking as something foreign was forced into his bloodstream.

The past. These weren't just memories.

Rage surged through his veins, pure and untamed. He grabbed the creature's wrist—and for the first time, it flinched.

A violent shockwave blasted from his body, hurling the creature backward. It smashed through a rusted door, disappearing into the darkness beyond.

Dante hit the ground, gasping for breath.

Lyra and Cain rushed to his side, their expressions tight.

"You good, kid?" Cain wiped a streak of blood from his lip, eyes flicking between Dante and the smoking crater where the creature had been.

His hands were still glowing. His entire body hummed with something new.

The creature was already standing.

It stepped forward, slow and deliberate. The shadows curled around it like smoke, its golden eyes burning with something dangerous.

CONFRONTATION.