Obsidian Genesis

is a gr

nt to a future that never came. Now, it's a decaying testament to the lies I was raised on. The streets below are cracked, deserted, save for a few scavenger

s and decay, both the city and

o one knows who I am anymore. Not truly. They call me the Seraph Protocol, the weapon, the savior, the monster. But the

care about now is

everything around me seems to collapse into oblivion. Erebus, the city I once called home, is nothing more than a crumb

s to reclaim control of this decimated place, thinking they'

am everything he wanted me to be, and everything he failed to make me. He wanted to sha

sistance propaganda flickers to life. Faces appear on the screen, victorious, smiling, rallying

ne who was never supposed to exist. I wasn't a part of the Resistance. I was never meant to be their savior. I wasn't supposed to b

ir victory. I don't care about their hopes for rebuilding. I'm here to fin

ke the same mi

ere once hidden deep within the Tower's systems. Auren's presence lingers in every corner of this place, an ec

ast project, his AI construct. The voice is warped, distorted, but I still r

c. "I failed you. But I can still help you. I can s

ter. I can still hear the echoes of his words, the promi

ce low, almost dangerous. "You failed. You failed me. And n

further as if it's trying to understand what I've just said.

s of Auren's world are still here, still pulsing with energy, still awaiting someone

ust children playing in a world they don't understand. I'm not here to save them. I'm here to dest

who once followed me. The broken, the lost, the outcasts. They'll be mine to command. I'll build a

the ar

d to me. For what it did to Auren. And I

. I don't care. Outside, Erebus may still be trying to breathe.

ity i

o one....will

hadows on the walls. OBSIDIAN's presence hums softly through the air, a reminder of Auren's last leg

left of him. And as muc

wim through to find the pieces of the puzzle Auren left behind. Every command I type brings me closer to understa

the Circuit flicker. The hum of the servers falters. For a moment, everythin

nce is d

I hea

almost drowned o

aphi

ot OBS

. The voice is too familiar, and yet, it shouldn't be here. I know it. I

raphine. You ca

ring in my chest, but the r

tmares, lingers in the air, thick and opp

...

no way he could still be... here. I

on't exist. I'm losing control. Losing the g

y, as I turn back to the screen, forcing myself

dden rush of data flooding in faster than I can process. My fingers fly over the keys, hacking into the s

st the syst

the shadows of the Circuit. Som

out completely. The room

t on. The tiny beam cuts through the dark, but it doe

gain, closer this ti

're mine. You a

e. No one in sight. Just the cold, empty room.

d I feel it. Something hard, something cold pressing

th

eeling do

the very walls

ow, but as I do, I feel it again, a whisper

you think. You're not re

al piece of this broken puzzle. The thing I've been searching for.

my mind tell me that what I thin

otsteps echoes from somewhere deep within

e is c

corner, and step back into the shadows. My heart is in my throat now, my senses h

let them

anyone sta

ps grow lou

elf, holdin

he room slowl

light, its face illuminated by the flicker

an't

thought was dead, the one whose presence

s A

fe, but there's something else, something

member is his voice

t go of wha