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

"The future isn't born from hope. It's mined from the wreckage of everything we swore we'd never become."

Location: Glass Mines, Zone 17 — Old Mediterranean Basin

Once a Sovereign data extraction site, the Glass Mines had long been abandoned — or so it was believed.

But for Damien, they were the graveyard of his origin.The place he had been built, in blood and purpose.

Damien, Mara, and Asher emerged through the sulfuric fog of the wastes, air scanners crackling. The old mining elevators had collapsed decades ago. They descended manually — steel rungs slick with condensation and old ghost codes etched into the walls.

"I thought these mines were cleared," Mara muttered.

"We cleared the data," Damien replied. "Not the ghosts."

They reached Sublevel 9. It was colder than it should be.And far too clean.

They stepped into the hollow heart of the mines — a dome once used for neural imprinting on Sovereign child soldiers.

It was Commander Grail — his former handler. Dead for years. Or so he believed.

But the man in front of him wasn't a corpse.

He was alive, though augmented — veins pulsing with synthetic black, half his face replaced with mirror-circuitry.

"You were supposed to be the one," Grail said, stepping forward."The prototype. The promise."

"No," Damien replied. "I broke your programming."

And dozens of pods lit up.

Inside each: a Damien.

Slightly different faces. Scars where he had none. Hair longer. One female.

Clones. Simulations. Failures.

"You were one of many," Grail said."But you were the first to kill the handler before imprint took full control."

"It made me real," Damien said, almost breaking.

"No," Grail said. "It made you an error."

Suddenly — klaxons.

From the deep mines, Mirror Damien's signal activated the pods.

One by one, the dormant clones awoke.

"What the hell is this?" Mara hissed.

"Worship," Asher muttered."He's not just a prototype to them. He's a god."

"I can detonate the chamber. Now. But you'll lose the data."

"And the lives," Damien added, staring at versions of himself that never got to choose.

Grail smiled, blood leaking from his augment as the neural strain collapsed him.

"The Damien who never left."

It was Damien Version One — the original from which Damien Voss had been copied.

Back on the surface, Damien sat in silence.

"Do you think you're the real one?"

Chapter 10: The Glass Mines