The Forbidden Chamber

– Christiana's POV

The deeper I dove, the more twisted it became.

The Origin Protocol was never meant to be opened. Not even by me. It was stored in a vault beyond code—guarded by psychological encryption that only responded to blood. Not passwords. Not fingerprints.

Blood.

Specifically, Blackwood blood.

Mine worked.

I stood in the isolated server chamber, miles beneath the capital. No guards. No AI. No surveillance. Just the humming core of everything—the dark heart of the Blackwood Empire.

As the vault opened, a sharp hiss escaped, like it knew I didn't belong here.

Rows of files lit up in deep red, glowing like veins in the wall.

"Project Deity… Origin Council… Reclamation Protocol…" I whispered as I scanned. These weren't military strategies. These were truths. Rewritten histories. Fabricated wars. Populations erased by directive.

And at the center of it all: File 01 – Genesis: The True Purpose of the Empire.

I opened it.

And everything I thought I knew unraveled.

My father—Chris—was never just building power.

He was preparing for extinction.

A silent war, not against rebels or outsiders… but time. A dying world. A collapsing ecosystem. Every law, every structure, every brutal act—it wasn't for control. It was for selection.

He wasn't preserving power.

He was preserving people. The ones he deemed worthy. The rest?

Expendable.

All of them.

A chill rolled through me. All this time I thought I was climbing toward the throne. But now I saw it for what it was:

A cage. Built with blood and lies.

I staggered back, breath shallow.

This empire wasn't meant to last forever. It was meant to filter.

Only the elite. Only the strong. Only the silent loyal.

Chris wasn't playing a game. He was ending one.

I backed out of the system, sealing the vault behind me.

He doesn't know I've seen it.

But he will.

Because now… I won't sit on that throne.

I'll tear it down.

End of Scene.