All Chapters of Rise Of Hades' Hellborn: Trumpets Of The Damned : Chapter 21
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Uneasy Trust
[Paragon Subaquatic Base; Somewhere in the Mediterranean]The Paragon had a few hidden facilities that could be used as a temporary or permanent HQ if Director Sandlers so pleased. The subaquatic base was a branch of Paragon located at the deepest part of the Mediterranean sea, strictly off the books and mostly dedicated to the creation of petanium and newer ammunitions against demons. With the HQ gone Sandlers immediately had it switched to a temporary HQ. Anna, Myles and the rest of the remaining few survivors were transported to the subaquatic facility.Myles however had been put under sedatives to rein in his energy. “ My oh my” Dr Winfield sighed when he heard the report from the lieutenant. “ You mean the first trumpet has already been sounded” Director Sandlers asked in disbelief. “ Yes sir” Anna replied immediately. “ Leave us lieutenant” Sandlers ordered and waited till she had left before facing the doctor. “ What do we do now doctor?” He inquired. “ That was only the
The Test Of Hades I
“ Sir, you need to see this” Dr Winfield rushed. he shifted subconsciously to give room for Director Sandlers to lean in to the monitor. “ What should I be seeing?” Director Sandlers inquired. “ Myles… he's evolving somehow. His top strength was is now closer to achieving that of ten able soldiers. Winfield clarified. “ How much is that in a practical view?” Sandler asked sharply. “ Practically enough to punch through a couple inches thick of concrete, and with ease too” Winfield gasped. “ How is this happening?” “ No idea sir”“ Keep the energy suppressors on and monitor his every breath till I decide on whether he's gonna be a liability” Sandlers ordered. “ Yes sir. Just throwing it out here but he's going to be a very useful asset if he's on our side” Dr Winfield proposed. “ If it comes to that we'll have the leverage to persuade him, his friend Louise was released when he agreed to work with us so Louise will serve as our persuasion.” Director Sandlers muttered with a small
The Test Of Hades II
[ Kaelin's lair]Sorran walked into the darkened facility with the feel of Kaelin's aura that seemed to coat everything within a 100 metre radius. Kaelin was standing in front of him waiting. “ Report” he prompted. “ I'm still searching for the whereabouts of the mortal” Sorran started. “ Oh forget that, I already know where he is” Kaelin dismissed. “ Typical paragon efficiency, he's been locked up in some underwater facility” “ How did you find out?”. “ I have my ways Sorran, now what's the status on the other assignment I gave you and Nixx.” Sorran unveiled a flashdrive which beared the emblem of a skull. “ Did you make sure to leave a clue of what you took ?” Kaelin asked, eyes narrowed. “ Yes Kaelin”“Good now get Infernox to start on deciphering the info and make a possible pindown on the second trumpet’s location.” Kaelin ordered. “ But why did you asked me to leave a link for the paragon?” Sorran wondered. “ They're going to do the finding and we…” Kaelin gave a mischi
Beyond The Cold Front
Myles spun on his heels to block a sudden charge from a figure that came at him from behind.Their swords crashed in a flurry of sparks hell forged sword against demonic frostbite inflicting blade. Myles barely had the time to breathe before successfully executing blocks for several other attacks. One of them in particular nearly sent him hand numb while a major shockwave of born from the clash of two powers evened out. Myles strained to maintain the block while he finally got a look at his newest assailant.A figure from the mist towering, regal, and terrifying. Its body was shaped like a man but forged of glacial armor, with a helm of jagged ice and shoulders that billowed frost like steam from a volcano. Pale blue eyes gleamed beneath its visor.The Frost Warden.This was a demon born from the brutality of the absolute zero. It had a blue grey skin color along with two blue slit eyes and two tattered wings in back. It held a sword that looked forged from the essence of steel a
The Weight Of Consequence.
The White House briefing room sat in near-suffocating silence. Monitors across the far wall displayed looping drone footage of what remained of the Paragon headquarters. Black smoke billowed into the sky like a wound in the Earth. The once-impenetrable structure had collapsed in on itself, nothing more than a twisted cage of melted steel and shattered containment wards.President Maverick Maddox stood before the screens, arms crossed tightly over her chest, her face carved from steel. He didn't blink. Didn’t speak. The devastation before his eyes was too precise to be called collateral. It was an execution. A message.Behind him, the room was filled with high-ranking military advisors, intelligence chiefs, and two individuals from Paragon's top brass who had survived the inferno by pure coincidence. Yet all eyes drifted toward the tall figure in black seated silently at the edge of the long table: Director Sandlers.The president finally spoke. "Report. All of it."The National Securi
The Ashes Within
Director Sandlers stood by the reinforced glass wall of the subterranean command wing, overlooking the remnants of the Paragon compound. What used to be a fortress of order was now a landscape of scorched concrete and sparking ruins. Fire retardants still hissed from collapsed conduits, and cleanup drones buzzed quietly like flies over a battlefield.Footsteps echoed in the corridor behind him—soft, measured, familiar. He didn’t need to turn."Anna," he said.She stepped in, boots clicking sharply before she stopped just shy of the glass. "Director."He said nothing, eyes locked on the ruins. For a long moment, the silence between them was almost reverent, as though the Paragon dead still lingered in the walls. Anna's arms were crossed, her expression unreadable."The president is... wavering," Sandlers finally said. "She wants to believe he deserves a second chance.""You want him to have one," Anna replied. Her tone was cool, precise. "That’s why we’re having this conversation."He
The Ashes Within II
The world was burning.Myles stood frozen in the living room of his childhood home, the air thick with heat and the acrid stench of smoke. Curtains flailed violently like possessed spirits, tongues of fire licking the peeling wallpaper, devouring every photograph, every trophy—every memory—one by one. The flames crackled hungrily, a choir of destruction singing in hell’s own harmony.Each breath scorched his lungs. His eyes watered from smoke, blurring the horror in front of him into a surreal, flickering fever dream.It was exactly as it had been ten years ago.The same nightmare. The same choking air. The same overwhelming helplessness, as though time itself had shackled him to this moment and refused to let go.He was thirteen again.Barefoot. Trembling. Skin sticky with sweat and ash. The floor beneath him creaked like it was alive, groaning beneath the weight of the fire’s fury. The distant thump of collapsing furniture echoed like distant thunder. Every heartbeat felt like a cou
The Verdict Of Power
President Maverick Maddox stood alone in the glass-walled war chamber at the heart of the Paragon headquarters, his arms crossed behind his back. The city below looked almost peaceful—rows of glowing towers gleaming like distant stars against the midnight sky. But He knew better.Peace was an illusion. And illusions cracked.Behind him, the briefing table blinked to life with blue holograms—dossiers, video feeds, and heartbeat analytics. All centered around one name:Myles.He exhaled slowly, the weight of her title pressing on her shoulders like a steel mantle. This wasn’t just a choice between justice and mercy.It was a choice between survival and annihilation.The doors hissed open behind her.“Sir,” said General Harlow, stepping into the room, boots crisp on the polished floor. “The council’s final proposal just came through. It’s unanimous.”He didn’t turn to look at him.“Let me guess,” He said quietly. “Termination.”Harlow paused. “They believe Myles is too unstable. Too dang
Ashes In The Ice.
The Paragon Archives weren’t built for comfort.Beneath the surface of the organization’s demolished headquarters , the subterranean archive resembled a digital tomb—floor after floor of sealed data vaults, blinking terminals, and pressurized, cryo-stabilized containment units. Time didn't flow here; it slept.Lieutenant Savannah Storm adjusted her thermal jacket as she stepped out of the elevator into Archive Sector 7. With her were Jack Hadley, field ops analyst, and Data-Seer Melissa Morrow, Paragon’s foremost expert in neuro-coded intel. Even underground, Anna held a military bearing like iron forged in war, while her eyes darted like a predator tracking something just beyond sight.“This is the last known trace Kaelin ever interacted with before his descent into full demonic possession,” she said, her voice echoing off the steel walls. “He left something here. Something we missed.”“And you think it’s connected to Trumpet Two?” Jack asked, scanning the dimly lit corridor, one han
Shadows Over Ice
The interior of the Paragon stealth transport was cold and sterile, humming with a low-frequency drone as it cut through the stratosphere. Inside, Myles sat near the back of the dimly lit aircraft, eyes fixed on the black steel of the reinforced walls. His wrists rested on his lap—no longer bound by suppressors, yet still tingling with the phantom burn of restraint. He slowly flexed his right hand. Purple veins shimmered faintly beneath the skin, pulsing with raw energy. Freedom felt heavier than chains. Across from him sat the Alpha Response Team—Paragon's finest. Lieutenant Anna Storm exuded command presence even in her flight harness, her arms crossed and posture razor-straight. Beside her was Jack, the team's tech-and-field specialist, all smirks and restless energy. Melissa, the data-seer, calmly adjusted the lens interface on her temple, reviewing neural readouts. Alex, the demolitions expert, sat hunched with a coil of explosive line draped over one leg, while Leo, the ever-