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, his golden eyes flickering in the dim light. His hands trembled as the strange energy within him pulsed, restless. It wasn't just power—it was hunger. A force that wanted to be used.

"You're hesitating," Lyra observed, standing a few feet away.

Dante gritted his teeth. "No. I just don't know how to control it."

She tossed a knife at him. Dante caught it easily, his reflexes sharper than ever. The moment his fingers closed around the hilt, the blade darkened—inky black tendrils snaking across the metal. The knife dissolved into nothing.

Dante stiffened. "What the hell—"

Lyra crossed her arms. "Your power doesn't just destroy. It absorbs."

Cain, who had been watching lazily from the sidelines, let out a low whistle. "That's kinda terrifying, Goldie."

Dante clenched his fist. "If I can't stop it, then how am I supposed to use it?"

Lyra stepped closer, eyes sharp. "That's what we're going to find out."

They trained for hours in the abandoned underground facility. Lyra's approach was brutal—pushing him to his limits, forcing him to use his power instead of fearing it.

At first, every time he tried to control it, the energy lashed out—shadows flaring uncontrollably, devouring whatever they touched. The walls were left scarred, the ground cracked.

Instead of fighting the power, Dante let himself feel it.

He closed his eyes, focusing on the pulsing energy inside him. It wasn't wild—it was alive.

The golden glow in his veins darkened slightly, shifting to an obsidian hue. The shadows around him no longer lashed out in random bursts. They responded—moving in time with his breath, coiling around his arms like living armor.

Dante flexed his fingers, watching the dark tendrils shift and curl. It was still dangerous, still unpredictable. But for the first time—

"Not bad, Goldie," Cain said, stepping forward. "But let's see how you do in a real fight."

Before Dante could react, Cain attacked.

He moved fast—too fast for a normal human. His dagger flashed, aiming straight for Dante's ribs.

His arm blocked the strike, the dark energy solidifying into a shield. Sparks flew as Cain's dagger scraped against it. Dante twisted, shadows shifting into a blade in his hand. He slashed—Cain barely dodged in time.

The two clashed, moving with deadly precision.

Cain smirked as he dodged another strike. "Now that—" he grinned, flipping his dagger— "is what I call progress."

Dante exhaled, his heart racing. His power felt different now. Stronger. Controlled.

But something told him he would need far more than this for what was coming next.

Lyra stepped forward, arms crossed. "You're improving. But this is just the beginning."

Dante rolled his shoulders. "Then let's keep going."

Cain grinned. "That's the spirit, Goldie."

The real fight hadn't even begun yet.

INTO THE ABYSS.