2025-06-07 04:42:47“ Run! Myles run!” His mother said as she let out a thirteen year old Myles through the window, the growl in the background grew louder.
Then the sound of something crashing reached his ears… Myles jolted awake. No slow easing into consciousness—he never had that luxury. For him, waking was instant. The second his eyes opened, sleep was obliterated. A knock echoed through the apartment. He swung out of bed and headed downstairs. A quick glance through the peephole showed Louise—his broker, dressed in his usual beige coat and unbothered expression. Myles opened the door and headed straight to the living room. “ Hey kid” Louise grinned. “Hey Louise, How’re the kids?” Myles asked, his tone unreadable.. “They’re great! Hadley got into college. Little Alex just turned five—birthday party last week. Princess-themed. You’d have hated it.” He chuckled. “ Great to hear” Myles drawled. Louise’s smile thinned as he placed a silver briefcase on the center table. “I’ve got a new mission. If you’re up for it.” “ Shoot” “ It entails a sweet demon killing and trust me it's gonna be worth your time” Louise said and flipped open the locks on it. Myles grey eyes narrowed while he carefully opened it. The interior of the case was filled with cash, he picked up a bundle and ran a finger over its edge. He cocked an eyebrow at Louise. “That’s the first half,” Louise said. “My cut’s already out—clean payout. All that’s left is the kill.” “ The last mission you sent me on got me killed -nearly. This one’s paying triple. So… what aren’t you saying?” Louise raised both hands. “Hey, I’d never intentionally throw you into a suicide mission. You know that.” Myles smirked. “Yeah. Just accidentally.” Louise gave him a dry look. Myles slapped the case shut. “Alright then. Let’s go hunting.” [Paragon HQ: Undisclosed Location] A high-level meeting was already underway. Around the table sat the President, Vice President, Secretary of Defense, and Major General of Paragon. Two major investors watched silently, expressions tight. Adam Sandler—Director of Paragon Operations—stepped forward and clicked a button. A projector whirred to life. “ Greetings gentlemen, First I'd like to clarify that hell is real, first actual encounter with it was recorded in 1995” Adam Sandler announced and clicked on a slide on the film projector in the room. “This was a demon successfully eliminated by James Townsend and Steve Sandler—our founding agents. They formed what would become Earth’s first line of defense: Paragon.” “ You can't be serious, demon?” The vice president said in disbelief. “ Vice, the paragon officers have intercepted over a hundred demons over the years that I know of, so take it from me that he's very serious.” The president said. “ So what has this got to do with us” one of the investors asked. “Yesterday, a classified artifact was stolen from one of our covert branches,” Sandler said grimly. “The kill pattern matches an attack a few months ago at Area 51. DNA traces confirm our fear—it was a demon.” “ You have DNA samples?” The secretary of defense sputtered “ Yes, unless trained an average brute always leaves a trail at the scene of the crime” Sandler explained. “ So with a demon, that fights with brute force but no strategy one could expect to find a lot of trails—skin flakes, blood, sometimes sulfuric excretions. They’re messy. Brutal. We’ve catalogued dozens of identifiers.” “ Lord have mercy” The vice president stuttered obviously shaken. “ What was stolen exactly?” An investor asked. Sandler hit play. The screen showed grainy, low-light security footage. It wasn’t clear, but it didn’t need to be. What the footage lacked in resolution, it made up for in horror. Any spot of the floor that wasn't littered with bodies was painted crimson from the blood splashed around them. A bull-like demon charged through what was left of the guards, impaling one, crushing another underfoot, and ripping through a third with horrifying precision. Some of the men shifted uncomfortably in their seat and others covered their mouth at the death their soldiers experienced. One of the investors actually exited the room with an urge to retch when a spotted the bull slashing at a soldier. He'd followed the line of symmetry and cut the soldier into exactly two similar parts. The next scene showed a cloaked figure with a sword. “ The fury of the demon sage arcturus!” A little fast-forward showed them the quick slaughter he meted out to the guards who tried to stop him. “ In the book of revelations, there was a story of the seven trumpets now I find that story most adept. But what if they aren't exactly trumpets. An Armageddon is coming but If you want to stop a demon, find the hunter or remain frozen in your reality” the cloaked figure said in a foreboding monotone. The projected video hit end leaving many of them shaken, except the president whose face was an expressionless mask. The video had to end before the vice and many others realized they've been holding their breath. “ Holy grail! Excuse me general Sandlers but who do you work for exactly?” The vice president asked. “ I work for Pre Apocalyptic Response Guild Operations Nest. Paragon for short” Sandler said with a grin. “ Wait, let me get this straight.” the secretary of defense muttered with a blink. “ The demon had said “ if you want to stop the demon, find the hunter or remain frozen in your reality” what does that mean?” “ Theoretical scientists at Paragon believe it’s a clue. Either a taunt—or a warning. Which means we need to find a demon hunter, and fast. My agents are already scanning known databases.” “ Any answers on why?” The vice president asked. “ Nothing yet mr vice president but we're working on it” “Then tell your people to scour every inch of ground,” the President ordered. “And apprehend any potential hunters. We need names, trails, and targets. The world’s about to go biblical, gentlemen.” He stood, voice low but thunderous with purpose.“ The word of God has been proven with only undisputable evidence, hell is real, the Armageddon is coming and we're the only ones given the power to stop it” He declared.
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Through The Veil
The alarms blared through Paragon like war drums.Lieutenant Anna was the first to the command deck. Surveillance feeds flooded the holoscreens, broadcasting chaos erupting across Manhattan’s Upper East Side. Fires roared across rooftops. Power lines danced like live serpents. The skyline shimmered with a sulfurous haze, as three distinct figures carved a path of destruction through traffic and concrete."Feed stabilized," Melissa called out, fingers flying across the data console. "Visual confirmed. Demonic trio inbound."The Alpha Team gathered quickly. The footage zoomed in.Sorran—a towering demon of blackened steel and flame, swept a claw through a delivery van like paper. Infernox trailed behind, his bull-like horns wreathed in shifting fire, laughing as he melted a row of cars with a single wave. Floating above it all was Nixx—formless and shimmering, its silhouette warping like smoke trying to remember how to be human.Jack slamme
Blade Born In Silence
The Paragon Training Dome was empty save for one man and one blade.It was past midnight. The halls above slept, the command centers dimmed, the Alpha team scattered in debriefings and diagnostics. But here, beneath layers of steel and synth walls, Myles moved through darkness lit only by the cold gleam of his weapon.The Oblivion Requiem pulsed in his grip like a living thing—smoky black steel veined with cracks of molten purple lava. Each breath he took synced with its silent hum. It was more than a sword. It was a storm waiting to be named.He inhaled. Pivoted. Struck.The training dummies—high-grade, impact-resistant alloys—crumbled like wet ash under a single swing. He spun low, sliced upward, the blade arcing in a trail of violet light that split the air with a hiss. Sparks burst off the dome walls where his strikes missed by fractions.His coat—a long, charcoal trench lined with hidden plating—billowed with every motion, as if even
Betrayal And Damnation
Darkness.That was the first thing I felt.Not pain—no, pain would have been a mercy. This was something deeper. Something that made pain seem like a distant echo. My body lay shattered in the ash of the Citadel, my lungs filled with embers, my blood evaporating into the scorched air. The world grew cold around me, but inside—inside, there was fire.I was supposed to die. Not as a hero. Not even as a soldier. Just another mission gone wrong. Another ghost swallowed by the Paragon files. I had served them, bled for them, obeyed without question. And still, when the end came, there were no medals, no eulogies. Only betrayal.Gregory Sandlers' voice still rang in my mind. "I need you dead."I thought that would be it. The silence. The end. Oblivion.But the void did not take me. Something else did.I remember the moment the air shifted. The ashen earth split beneath me, veins of obsidian tearing open like old wounds. And th
Echoes Of Stephen
Kaelin stood alone in his room while he inspected the coin over and over again, his mind was already racing with ways of activating it efficiently.Infernox materialized in the room with a burst of hellfire. The large man-size upright bull demon made a bow.“ Lord Kaelin, we're ready to proceed with the trumpet activation and next trumpet retrieval”“ Hold on, I'm still formulating a plan but have sorran and Nixx on standby then await my orders.” Kaelin ordered. His thoughts drifted off to other events as soon as Infernox left the room, he recollected a time when he was still completely human…Before he was Kaelin, he was Stephen Spector—a legend among Paragon’s Alpha Division, a soldier whose reputation preceded him like a war chant. His every mission was a clinic in precision, his leadership style sharp and uncompromising. Stephen wasn’t just the best among the elite; he was the measure by which all others were judged.
Echoes In The Archives
The Paragon Archives hummed with the weight of forgotten history. Flickering screens cast pale blue light across Lieutenant Anna Storm's face as she sat alone in Sublevel 12, surrounded by data towers stretching like frozen stalagmites into the darkness. The air was dry, cold, and stank faintly of ozone from ancient machinery running on life support. She’d barely slept since returning from the Siberian mission, haunted not by what they had found—but by what they hadn’t.The second trumpet was destroyed. That was the official line. A mission success, signed off by Director Sandlers himself. The Alpha Team had fought a guardian of ice and darkness, survived an ambush by abyssal creatures, and buried the artifact beneath layers of controlled detonation. It should have felt like closure.But it felt too clean. Too convenient.Anna's eyes, sharp as ever, flicked from line to line of ancient Paragon code, her fingers dancing over the custom keyboard. Every keyst
The Blood Forged Coin
The Arctic night in Siberia was a pale void—moonlight striking ice with a dull flash, creating a realm of silver and shadow. Debris from the Guardian’s collapse scattered across the glacier, its shattered armor and cracked crystalline shards glinting like frozen stars beneath Kaelin’s boots.He walked calmly, eyes narrowed. The scorched, frost‑chilled air filled his nostrils with antiseptic cold and metallic smoke. Beside him, Sorran’s black flame danced across the wreckage, melting ice into steam that hissed and carved small rivulets through the frozen ground. Nixx drifted ahead in a formless blur, darting among splinters of obsidian armor and fragments of demon bone.Kaelin paused mid‑step as his breathing slowed into measured control. He raised a gloved hand, the shape‑shifting silhouette of Nixx folding back into darkness. Behind him, Sorran hacked at a frozen mound with his Hellthorn blade, sparks exploding across the ice with every forceful swing.
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