2025-08-11 00:51:22Detroit – Midnight Alley
Jason’s boots splashed through shallow puddles as he stalked down the alley. The city was a far cry from New York’s glossy skyscrapers—Detroit felt raw, like the bones of America were exposed here. Then he heard it. A scuffle. Gravel skidding. A voice gasping…. It was young, maybe seventeen. He turned the corner. Two men cornered a teen against a dumpster, knives drawn. One had a ski mask, the other wore a hoodie and a desperate grin. “Give me your fucking wallet now!” Jason didn’t speak. He moved gently. One kick shattered the first mugger’s kneecap. The second didn’t even see the elbow that dropped him. The teen bolted. Jason stood still, letting his breath settle. Blood pounded in his ears, not from exertion, but something else. The shift. The strange clarity that came right before the System spoke. But nothing came. Instead, from behind a stack of crates, a voice rasped: “You’re not like them. You reek of judgment.” He spun. A woman stepped forward, blindfolded with crimson silk, her layers of mismatched shawls swaying like smoke. Her skin was weathered, bronze-brown and deeply lined, her fingers clutching a crooked cane. Jason tensed. “Who the hell are you?” “One who sees what others cannot.” She smiled faintly. “Come. Tea’s growing cold.” He should’ve walked away. But something in her tone… commanded. Inside Her Shop – A Place Out of Time The door jingled behind him as Jason stepped into another world. Shelves lined with books bound in cracked leather. Jars filled with herbs, bones, and ash. Ancient weapons hung beside painted scrolls in languages he didn’t recognize. The air smelled like cinnamon, dust, and ozone. He glanced around. “Is this… legal?” “That depends. What do you believe in?” She led him through a velvet curtain into a small, circular backroom. The space pulsed with energy. It was too still and it felt Like time hesitated here. She poured tea into mismatched porcelain cups. Her blindfold never moved. “Sit. The future is patient, but I’m not.” Jason sat. “You said something before. About judgment.” Her hands were wrinkled but steady. She reached out and gently touched his. And everything exploded. Flash – Vision Surge A battlefield. Endless and red. Corpses of gods strewn across cracked earth. Colossal towers collapsing. The sky split by lightning not of this world. In the center: him. Or someone who looked like him—taller, armored in obsidian and fire. Eyes like suns. Sword etched with burning runes. Ar-Zekar. The War God! Enforcer and Divine Judge!. Around him: gods kneeling, whispering his name. Behind them… a woman. Ethereal. Crowned in moonlight. Then betrayal. Her lips pressed to his as her hand drove a spear through his heart. A child’s cry echoed across the cosmos. A blinding cage of light. Chains of gold. A divine infant sealed in crystal… Jason gasped. The floor fell away and Reality buckled. Back in the Room Jason jolted backward, knocking over the cup. The woman collapsed across the table, her breath became shallow. He caught her. “What the hell was that?!” She exhaled, voice a whisper. “Memories buried too deep… until now.” Jason’s heart was hammering. “That was real?”Jason strained his eyes. The woman nodded her head gently.“You were Ar-Zekar. God of Judgment. Cast down by the very pantheon you protected.” “Why?”Jason furrowed. “Because you refused to let evil go unpunished… even when it wore a divine face.”She heaved a sigh. Jason stared, his pulse slowing down. The woman’s hand clutched his sleeve. “Find the child… before she does.” “Who—” Jason was utterly confused. But before she could speak further, she had fainted. Jason eased her down to a woven mat. Her shop was deathly still. Then— System AI (new tone – deeper, more resonant): “Apostle Located. Trial 4 Loaded: Sacrifice or Salvation.” Jason’s breath caught. Suddenly, beneath the rug, a glyph ignited which was circular, ancient, shifting between languages. Symbols rose into the air, spinning slowly. The walls wavered, their colors bleeding into gold and ash. He looked around as the air thickened and the space itself trembling. Reality shifted, just for a second. A minor divine realm overlapped the room. Light bent strangely and the candles flared without flame. Jason stood in the center, eyes wide, as something deep in his blood hummed. His veins glowed faintly again, golden and circuit-like beneath his skin—only this time, he noticed. He clenched his fists. “I’m not just remembering who I was…” “…I’m becoming him again.”
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Washington D.C. – Federal CourthouseIt smelled like bleach, old paper, and the kind of authority that could crush a man without lifting a finger.Jason’s footsteps were slow and deliberate as he pushed the mop cart down the endless stretch of marble halls. The cart’s wheels gave a faint squeak every few steps, but otherwise, the building swallowed sound. His gray janitor’s uniform hung loose on his frame, his baseball cap shadowing his face. The laminated ID badge clipped to his chest gleamed under the fluorescent light — authentic enough to fool casual glances.The uniform was real. The badge was not.He reminded himself for the tenth time: This is infiltration, not vengeance. But the lie rang hollow in his own head.Because beneath the calm exterior, something inside him was already sharpening.Courtroom 3A loomed ahead. Jason slowed, pulse tightening. This was Hammond’s domain.Judge Malcolm Hammond — the man who had presided over Jason’s trial eighteen months ago.The man who had
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Doctor’s Office – The Impossible Upper East Side – Private OB/GYN Clinic The walls were too white. Too quiet. Emily sat on the exam table in a backless gown, staring at the floor tiles like they could rearrange themselves into something that made sense. Her palms were clammy. Her heartbeat wasn’t steady. I can’t be pregnant. I can’t still be… Dr. Hendricks entered the room with a tablet in one hand and a look of professional confusion. Not concern. Just confusion. “Ms. Lee,” he said gently. “We just completed your scan.” Emily swallowed. “And?” He hesitated—just enough to make her breath catch. “You’re still pregnant.” Silence. “That’s not—” She gripped the paper sheet beneath her. “I lost it. Months ago. I—there was trauma. There was blood.” Dr. Hendricks tapped the screen. He rotated the tablet toward her. On the monitor was the ultrasound image. The usual grainy black-and-white blur, except… At the center pulsed something different. A glow. Faint, golden. Rhythmic.
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Newark, New Jersey – Co-Working Space, 3rd FloorThe place still smelled like paint and ambition.Jason slid a new keycard into the lock of Suite 3B. The glass door clicked open. Inside: a few folding tables, unplugged monitors, an old coffee machine wheezing in the corner.“Not Olympus,” he muttered, “but it’ll do.”A soft ping from the System pulsed faintly in his ear.System Status: Temporal Stability – Level Green.Divine Threads Unspooling… Suggest Team Assembly.“Already on it,” Jason murmured.⸻Gabriel was first. Towering. Quiet. A face like carved stone.He didn’t speak right away—just nodded, dropped a duffel bag on the floor.“They said you died,” he finally said.“I got better,” Jason replied.Then came Jules—lanky, jittery, twirling a flash drive like a magician.“Okay, I heard rumors you tanked Wall Street and walked out of a fire. Either you’re insane or… I want in.”Jason raised an eyebrow. “How about both?”Last was Tammy. Mid-thirties. Soft smile. Wide eyes that shim
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Downtown Chicago – Private Elevator, 77th FloorJason stood in the mirrored elevator, his hands in his coat pockets, staring at his reflection.There was something different about his eyes now, they were Sharper and Older.“Avery Cross,” he repeated under his breath.Tech mogul. Billionaire reclusive. Rose out of nowhere five years ago, just as certain digital currencies started vanishing without trace.The doors slid open with a soft chime.The penthouse looked nothing like what he expected. No chrome or minimalism. Instead it was silk drapes, velvet armchairs, and an odd warmth that didn’t feel like money. It felt… ancient.And then she stepped into view.The Goddess in Black SilkAvery Cross was stunning in a way that didn’t belong in this century. She wore a high-collared black silk blouse that clung like smoke, her jet-black hair tied back in a waterfall twist. No jewelry. No shoes.Just presence.She smiled like a cat who knew where every mouse was hiding.“You’ve caused a storm
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Detroit – Midnight AlleyJason’s boots splashed through shallow puddles as he stalked down the alley. The city was a far cry from New York’s glossy skyscrapers—Detroit felt raw, like the bones of America were exposed here.Then he heard it.A scuffle.Gravel skidding. A voice gasping…. It was young, maybe seventeen.He turned the corner.Two men cornered a teen against a dumpster, knives drawn. One had a ski mask, the other wore a hoodie and a desperate grin.“Give me your fucking wallet now!”Jason didn’t speak. He moved gently.One kick shattered the first mugger’s kneecap. The second didn’t even see the elbow that dropped him.The teen bolted.Jason stood still, letting his breath settle. Blood pounded in his ears, not from exertion, but something else.The shift. The strange clarity that came right before the System spoke.But nothing came.Instead, from behind a stack of crates, a voice rasped:“You’re not like them. You reek of judgment.”He spun.A woman stepped forward, blindf
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Lee Estate, HamptonsSunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the estate’s grand parlor, lighting up polished floors and tasteful art. But beauty did nothing to calm Catherine Lee’s rage.The crystal vase shattered against the far wall, spraying shards across the marble.“He humiliated us. In public. On camera. With cameras, Robert!”Mr. Lee barely blinked. He stood near the window, watching the waves crash beyond their sprawling lawn. Former U.S. ambassador. Billionaire entrepreneur. And now, a man watching his legacy unravel like cheap thread.“You think I don’t know that?” he said, voice low. “The board is panicking. Every hour, another investor pulls out. Half our portfolio’s frozen. The other half’s radioactive.”“Because of him! Because of you! You always coddled Brandon—”“Coddled? I warned him not to chase crypto hype with family money. He didn’t listen.”Catherine turned on him, red-faced. “Then why are you standing there like we can fix this?! He’s being rippe
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