Ophicius

"I am humanity's last hope, torn by demons. The burden rests on me alone."

The sky drop in 2030. Black and white meteorites landed on Earth and set off forces not ready for human experience. 

The black stones brought corrupt practices and horrible mutations. Though at what expense the white stones provided gifts and comfort? 

The earth sank. Older borders disappeared. Once considered legends, creatures reappeared, and the first portals to hell opened in metropolitan areas. 

Among this anarchy, one power emerged singularly : The World Government. 

Though behind its words was total control, it promised peace and rebuilding. 

Born in this new order as a holy branch of the government under the charismatic man Klein Illias Seraphiel, the New Church emerged. 

Alleged Pope, praised as a prophet, but secretly known as a demon.

Only one man stood against this new order : Kang Soo Jin. 

A rebel, falsely accused of many crimes he never committed. Captured, tortured, and executed.

But before dying, he swore to return.

Since then, rumors have spread. Kang Soo Jin will return, and it will not be for forgiveness.

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Ashen Requiem

The sun was just rising over Exodus Isle, dragging its first light through the windows of one of Genesis Academy's wings.

Dante Godwin slept deeply, the sheets tangled around him.

He hadn't slept this soundly in... decades, maybe even centuries.

It wasn't so much the comfort of the mattress or the cool hum of the air conditioner—it was the simple fact of being alive.

An electronic alarm beeped, breaking the silence.

Dante's eyes fluttered open, his pupils adjusting to the blank ceiling.

He lay still for a moment, listening to Ginny's soft snores—his makeshift nurse—curled on her bed, one leg hanging off, red hair a mess, mouth slightly open.

— "She has zero problems in her life..." He muttered with mock disdain.

He rose with fluid ease, muscles tight but awake.

A clean white tee, black jeans. Nothing else—he had no intention to impress anyone this morning.

The Weakest