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 exhaled slowly, trying to still the tremors in his hands. The golden energy under his skin was still there, humming like an untamed storm, but he forced it down. Control. He needed control.

Lyra glanced toward where the creature had disappeared, then back at him. "We need to move."

Cain rolled his shoulders, his crimson eyes flickering with something unreadable. "Yeah, before Shadow Boy decides he wants round two."

Dante barely heard them. His mind was still on the creature.

The way it moved. The way it spoke into his mind.

The way its eyes had gleamed—golden, just like his.

Lyra nudged his shoulder, snapping him back to reality. "Dante. We need to regroup."

They needed shelter. They needed time to figure out what the hell just happened.

And most of all—he needed answers.

They moved fast, weaving through the ruined city. The air was thick with the scent of metal and smoke, but the streets were eerily silent. No Revenants. No drones. Just the distant hum of the city's failing power grid.

Cain led them to a run-down safehouse tucked between two collapsed buildings. It was barely standing—concrete cracked, walls scorched—but it was hidden. That was what mattered.

Once inside, Dante sank onto the nearest surface, running a hand through his hair. His mind wouldn't stop racing.

Lyra crossed her arms. "You want to tell us what that was back there?"

Dante exhaled. "You think I know?"

Cain sat down, stretching his legs. "Let's be real, Goldie. That thing was like you. Same energy, same glow, same bad attitude." He smirked. "You sure you don't have a long-lost twin?"

Dante shot him a glare. "Not funny."

That thing—it hadn't just been some random enemy. It had known him.

Lyra's voice was quieter. "It didn't kill you."

She met his gaze, something sharp in her green eyes. "That thing could've ended you in seconds. But it didn't. Why?"

Because deep down, he knew—it hadn't wanted to.

Dante sat by the window, watching the city lights flicker in the distance. His reflection stared back at him, golden eyes gleaming in the dark.

He flexed his fingers. The energy inside him felt… restless.

Cain's voice cut through the silence. "So. What's the plan?"

Lyra leaned against the wall, deep in thought. "We need more intel. Whatever that thing was, it wasn't just a Revenant. It was something else. Something… older."

Lyra's gaze flickered toward him. "Have you ever heard of the Shadowborn?"

The word sent a strange shiver down his spine.

Lyra exhaled. "Then you're about to learn."

Because whatever had happened today—it was only the beginning.

And the real hunt… was about to begin.

AFTERMATH.