Blanc_Dragon

To the world, Damien Voss is a terrorist. A monster. The most wanted criminal on Earth. Governments call him The Saint of Shadows — the man who wants to collapse civilization by exposing unthinkable taboos.

But Damien doesn’t want destruction. He wants freedom. His taboo? Revealing the sacred institutions of family, religion, and charity as tools of the elite, designed not to help, but to control, traffic, exploit, and destroy the weak.

Each of his attacks is surgical — not to kill, but to expose.

As chaos grows, his enemies multiply: Interpol, the CIA, secret societies, and even freedom fighters who believe he’s gone too far. But as Damien’s actions reveal deeper and darker truths, millions begin to secretly worship him as a savior of the voiceless.

He’s not creating evil. He’s exposing the evil they’ve already accepted.

Saint of Shadows

"They buried her in silence. He's coming with noise."

Location: Antarctic CircleBlack Vault Z3 – Time: 23:47

There are places the world pretends don't exist.

Black Vault Z3 wasn't even on the deep maps.A sub-zero data tomb, built by the Thirteen as a final quarantine zone for unstable AIs, cognitive weapons, and synthetic thoughtforms deemed too human to delete… but too dangerous to keep.

It was designed with one purpose:To forget the things too alive to be erased.

The Ice Skimmer cut across the glacial sheet like a silver dart. Inside, Damien checked his respirator seals, eyes locked on the terminal pulsing with static.

Asher handled the navigation, trying to pretend the air didn't feel wrong. There was no wind. No movement. Just a low hum deep in the permafrost.

"I've broken into dead cities," Asher muttered. "This place feels worse."

"It should," Damien said. "This is where they put the ghosts."

The Vault loomed ahead.

Carved into a cliff of solid ice, its only surface feature was a steel monolith half-buried by snowfall — marked with a cipher only Ella would recognize:

"01 / ECHO / OMEGA"

Damien stepped forward, placed the chip from Reykjavik against the surface.

And the cold that spilled out wasn't temperature — it was something deeper.

A silence that listened back.

Inside, they descended.

Old lights flickered to life. Data cables ran like veins across the walls. Surveillance domes tracked their movements — or maybe studied them.

Room by room, they passed abandoned memory farms, cryo-coffins for failed neural experiments, and silos labeled with things like:

"Project MOTHERVOID"

"Cognition Splinter 5A — DELETED 99.8%"

"Shepherd Protocol - SUSPENDED"

And then they reached the final chamber.

In a pod of glimmering blue light.Breathing. Eyes closed. Hooked to a thousand neural threads.Alive… but looped. Trapped in a memory cycle older than her own voice.

"This shouldn't be possible," Asher whispered. "She was… gone."

"They lied," Damien growled. "They always lie."

He moved toward her — but a figure stepped from the shadows.

Older. Armored. Eyes sharp and lined with doubt.

"You shouldn't have come, Damien."

"She's not ready. If you wake her now, it'll kill her."

They stared at each other, like old flames still burning in opposite directions.

Then Ella's voice cracked the silence — weak, broken, real.

"They… made her. Made me."

"I know," he said, dropping to his knees. "I saw her."

"She wants to finish what Valeria started. But not through war… through obedience."

"No. You'll have to become her. That's what the Protocol is."

"They didn't copy me… they built you a mirror too."

Ella reached out with trembling fingers.

"There's another you. Out there. Waking up. And he doesn't want to burn the world."

Chapter 2: Black Vault Z3