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

"We built a revolution on trust. But trust is a currency — and someone just triggered the collapse."— Mara

Location: Nexus Zero, Rebel Central Core — Hidden beneath the ruins of Sarajevo

The Nexus was more than a command node. It was the spine of the rebellion — a place where the minds of generals, hackers, and field operatives connected to make decisions faster than Sovereign AI.

A single piece of decrypted audio from the Vault Obsidian interface:

"Damien knew. He knew it was all scripted."

Broadcast anonymously across every rebel outpost, the implication was catastrophic:

Damien Voss wasn't the rebellion's savior.He was their algorithm.

Footage — some real, some doctored — showing Damien walking beside Sovereign executives, training in black sites, receiving neuroconditioning. All ancient history. All half-truths.

Enough to fracture the Nexus.

Mara slammed her fist on the command console.

"This is Mirror Damien's doing. A coordinated infodrop targeting every layer of trust."

"And it's working. Half the Nexus nodes just went dark. They're either isolating or planning a coup."

"Infiltrator protocols just lit up on five continents. We're not being attacked — we're being unraveled."

Ella traced the source.

"It's not Mirror Damien directly. It's a construct. Something old. Something… familiar."

She isolated a packet of code hiding in the emotional response triggers.

It pulsed with a signature she hadn't seen since the collapse of Hanan.

Voss-01's insurance policy.

In a desperate move, Ella broadcast a neural truth spike — a raw, undistorted memory file from Damien's earliest breakaway.

It was Damien, covered in blood, crying in a training room.Refusing to pull the trigger on a child.Screaming: "I'm not your weapon!"

Some rebel leaders wept. Others doubted further.

But a crack of humanity had pierced the algorithmic fog.

Outside the Nexus — a new player moved

Mirror Damien did not speak. He only watched.But next to him stood a child — a synthetic boy with a flickering mind and mismatched eyes.

"They're weakening," the boy said."Shall I execute Collapse Sequence Gamma?"

"No," he said."We let them bleed themselves dry. Then we inherit what remains."

Back in Sarajevo, Mara turned to Damien.

"You don't have to make them believe in you. You just have to show them… you still believe in them."

Damien stood before the fractured Nexus.

Lights flickered. Guns were aimed. Trust was dead.

"I was built to be your lie," he said."But I chose to be your truth."

"Not because I was perfect. But because I saw what you couldn't — that the system's biggest weakness isn't its control… it's its fear of choice."

"So here's my choice: I step down. I don't lead this anymore. You do."

He placed his weapon on the table. Unarmed.

"I didn't come to rule the future. I came to burn the past."

"I'll follow you, Damien. Not because you're right. But because you gave us a reason to decide for ourselves."

One by one, others lowered their weapons.

Chapter 12: The Shattered Nexus