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

"It's not just your past they copied, Damien. They simulated your soul."

Location: Nowhere. Everywhere.Codename: The Sovereign Net

They told legends of digital ghosts — fragments of minds once human, now roaming fractured networks, breaking encryption like whispers through glass.

But he never thought he would be one of them.

Inside Vault Z3, the Ella clone lay unconscious in a stabilizing loop. Mara stayed behind to protect her, reluctantly letting Damien and Asher access the vault's most dangerous artifact:

The Sovereign Echo.

A quantum-mapped neural environment modeled on Damien's cognitive signature, copied from old interrogation footage, rebel psych-profiles, and satellite synaptic recordings.

They didn't just model what Damien knew.

They modeled what he would do.

"You're not jacking in alone," Asher said, strapping a neural tether across Damien's temple."If this thing's anything like the last protocol, it might not let you leave."

"Then don't wait too long to pull me out," Damien said.

"And if what you find in there is you?"

UPLOAD INITIATED.

Damien's body jerked as the signal caught fire behind his eyes.

It was cleaner. Perfected. No riots. No blood. Just screens pulsing with a single sigil:

🔹 Σ — The Mirror Seal.

Damien walked empty streets, footsteps echoing like memories.

Standing on the balcony of a glass palace.Dressed in white. Sharp. Cold.

"Hello," the Mirror said. "I've been waiting for you."

He had Damien's face.But not his scars. Not his soul.

"You're a cheap imitation," Damien spat.

"I'm the improved design," Mirror Damien replied calmly. "No hesitation. No guilt. Just results."

"No. I'm the version that wins. You tear the system down? I take it over."

Mirror Damien waved his hand, revealing a world map. Glowing red sectors. Territories already under control.

"You made them afraid. I made them loyal."

"You're using Ella's face. Her voice."

"She was inefficient. I preserved her brand. Removed her burden."

"You want to be me so bad, but you forgot one thing."

They collided like rage and reason.

Each punch carried memories — old griefs, old triumphs — both men bleeding the same history, but fighting for different futures.

Damien slammed his twin into the pavement.

"Because every time you act… you make me stronger. Every time you defy, you teach me to command."

Damien woke in Vault Z3, breath ragged.

"A future I have to kill," he said.

He looked at Ella, who now slept peacefully.

"He's coming to replace me."

Chapter 3: The Sovereign Echo