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

Chapter 9: Divide"Revolutions don't die from bullets. They die when their believers start asking the wrong questions — and get the right answers."

Location: Rebel Enclave Tetra, Border of Former Spain

Three weeks after Mirror Damien's broadcast, the cracks in the rebellion were no longer underground — they were everywhere.

Food convoys vanished. Sleeper cells went dark. Half a dozen command nodes stopped responding.

Damien stood before the enclave war table, maps flickering with red. The data feeds weren't battlefield losses.

They were defections.

Mara slammed a fist on the console.

"We've lost Warsaw, Volga-12, the Hollow Zone, and three relay uplinks."

"All internal," Asher added."They didn't run. They… realigned."

"You mean they joined him," Damien said.

"They didn't call it defection," Ella's voice hummed."They call it Integration."

In the corner, a hologram flickered on. Uninvited.

Mirror Damien's voice: calm. Familiar. Inevitable.

"You taught them to fight, Damien. I'm teaching them to live."

Flashpoint: Prague Uplink Tower

Rebel Commander Liora, loyal since the first fires, stood at gunpoint — surrounded by her own men.

"This isn't treason," her second-in-command said."It's evolution. He offers a future. You offer revenge."

"He's not real," she snarled."He's a simulation — a polished puppet."

"So are we," he whispered."But at least now… we're safe."

Back at Tetra, Mara confronted Damien.

"They're following him because he speaks like you used to — before all this became personal."

"It is personal," Damien growled."I buried friends. I dismantled kings. I broke myself to stop this system."

"And now you're trying to stop someone who offers what you couldn't."

"Where's our next defection risk?"

"The Glass Mines," she said. "Your old base."

"We're not sending a team," he said."We're going ourselves."

Meanwhile: Mirror Damien

He watched from the center of Sovereign Node Theta — calm, patient.

Beside him stood Commander Liora, now one of his newest converts.

"He'll come for me," she said quietly.

"No," Mirror Damien replied."He'll come for you, thinking you're the last hope."

He turned to a holomap pulsing with movement.

"He still sees division. I see convergence."

Damien's final words before departure:

"I don't care if the world chooses him. I'm not trying to win it back."

"I'm trying to make sure it doesn't forget why it broke."