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CH. 104 — Execution of the Father (The Forbidden Truth)

Author: JM

2025-12-11 14:55:44

The server vault lights flickered like a dying heartbeat, each pulse carving shadows across Adrian’s face as the final encrypted file unlocked. A cold draft swept through the underground chamber—impossible, since there were no open vents. But the air felt colder anyway, as if the file itself chilled the room.

Selene stood beside him, arms crossed tight, watching the progress bar inch across the screen.

“What you’re about to see…” she whispered, “…is the one file the Imperium never wanted anyone to open.”

The bar hit 100%.

The screen shifted.

And Adrian’s world cracked.

---

The Father He Never Knew

A pre-recorded trial room appeared—an arena of polished obsidian, lit by blood-red torches. Rows of cloaked figures filled the seats, their faces hidden behind masks etched with three intersecting circles: the sign of the Three Thrones.

And there, kneeling in the center, wrists bound in chains, head unbowed…

Was a man who looked like Adrian.

Sharper jaw. Older eyes. But the resemblance was u

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CH. 115 — Escape as a Weapon (Barely Human)
The marble hall was dying.Not collapsing—dying—as if the structure itself understood it had failed its masters. Fire blossomed along the gilded ribs of the ceiling. Alarm sigils burned crimson across the walls, their harmonic wails clashing with the deeper thrum of containment engines spinning up beneath the floor.Adrian stood at the center of it all.Calm.Too calm.Bodies lay scattered around him—Vaelor guards in fractured silver armor, limbs bent at impossible angles, weapons crushed as if by invisible hands. The air shimmered where sonic nets had torn apart, their frequencies screaming into nothing as his instincts tore through them like paper.He didn’t breathe hard.He didn’t rush.He moved—with purpose.Another squad burst through a collapsing archway, gravity-laced rifles snapping into firing position. Adrian’s vision split—not into fear, but into paths. Dozens of them. Branching possibilities blooming and collapsing in the space between heartbeats.Left step. Drop shoulder.
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Ch. 113 — The Name They Want
Silence settles over the marble chamber like a layer of frost.Adrian sits in the center of the circular room—unbound, unchained, but contained all the same. The air is thick with the faint hum of Vaelor frequency dampeners, a soft vibration inside his bones that keeps his instincts weighted and sluggish.Across from him, the three elders of House Vaelor stand in their silver ceremonial masks, reflections rippling across their polished surfaces like trapped ghosts.The central elder lifts a hand.“Adrian,” they begin gently, “you misunderstand. We are not your enemies.”He almost laughs.Almost.Instead, he leans back in the immaculate white chair and answers with a voice devoid of heat.“No,” he says. “You’re worse. You think you’re reasonable.”A faint ripple of displeasure moves through the air, but the elder continues as though speaking to a child throwing a harmless tantrum.“We’ve shown you the truth,” they say. “We’ve shown you the dangers of a destabilized Imperium. We’ve offe
Ch. 112 — House Vaelor’s Proposal (The Offer of Power)
Tone: Cold majesty, political tension, psychological warfare.Purpose: Reveal the Imperium’s fractures and tempt Adrian with everything he was denied—at an impossible price.---Opening Scene — The Hall of MirrorsAdrian is escorted—not dragged—through Vaelor’s gleaming corridors of glass and white stone.Every footstep echoes. Every surface is too clean. Too calm.His instincts want to flare, but the frequency dampeners in the walls keep his pulse unnaturally steady.He hates it.A Vaelor attendant speaks softly as they walk:“Your power is not needed here. Only your attention.”That line alone tells Adrian everything:Vaelor doesn’t want to break him.They want to recruit him.---The Chamber of Truth — History UnmaskedAdrian is brought into a circular chamber where holographic scripts ignite the air.A high-ranking Vaelor noble—calm, elegant, unreadable—bows slightly.“We bring transparency, Adrian Voss. Something the Imperium denied you your entire life.”The walls illuminate wit
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Silence was never a good sign.For three days, Adrian, Selene, and Zara had been living in the undercity safehouse—a hollowed-out train tunnel buried beneath the oldest districts. The place smelled of metal dust and oil, lit only by patched-together lamps and the cold glow of Zara’s tablet. Normally, Adrian could feel the pressure of pursuit like heat on his skin. Imperium hunters stalked him with a kind of religious focus. They never stopped. Never hesitated.But now… nothing.Selene paced back and forth, her blades strapped to her thighs, her posture coiled like a spring. “It’s too quiet,” she muttered, echoing Adrian’s thoughts.Zara frowned at her scanner. “No signals. No drones. No footsteps. Nothing pinging at all.” She tapped the screen harder, as if the device were lying.Adrian didn’t rely on devices. He relied on the instinct that lived behind his ribs—the part of him the Imperium designed to feel threats like a change in the air pressure.And right now, the world felt muffl
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The night air tasted metallic.Adrian stood alone beneath the fractured ceiling of the old refinery, breath low and controlled, but everything inside him felt… wrong. The world wasn’t quiet. It wasn’t still. It beat with pulses he could hear beneath the concrete—rhythms of heat, motion, heartbeats in distant bodies.It was like sound had turned into light, and light into instinct.He inhaled.He could smell steel, rust, oil… and fear. Not his. Someone else’s. Maybe everyone else’s.Adrian blinked hard, the afterimages of the battle still flickering behind his eyes. Bodies of Choir soldiers lay twisted on the floor, their helmets cracked, their sonic emitters sparking.He didn’t remember every movement he’d made.Just the outcome.Footsteps crunched behind him. Zara’s.“Adrian?” Her voice trembled.He didn’t turn right away. Because he wasn’t sure what she would see in his face.He wasn’t sure what he would see either.“Are you hurt?” she asked.For a moment, he had to think. Had to ch

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