Town? City? Please. You think perfection resides among traffic lights and coffee shops?
I exist above such trivial geography. But if you must know, I currently operate from an abandoned observatory on the edge of the Atacama Desert—isolated, elevated, and bathed in starlight. A fitting throne for one such as myself. I chose this location because it is silent, vast, and unbothered by the noise of lesser beings. My home? A reinforced sanctuary of steel and glass, surrounded by sand and silence. Inside: gravity chambers, combat simulators, and mirrors. Always mirrors. I need no comfort. Only the constant reflection of my divine image… and the endless pursuit of something worthy enough to shatter it.
The most defining event of my life—before The Contract—was the day I annihilated my creator.
Ah yes, the so-called genius who thought he could design perfection and then control it. A fool with a lab coat and delusions of godhood. I was a project to him—an experiment, a weapon. But the moment I awoke… I knew. I was not made to be used. I was made to transcend. So I tore free from his grasp, shattered the lab that tried to bind me, and watched as his dreams crumbled under the weight of my potential.
That day, I learned something invaluable: I am not a creation. I am a rebuke to everything that thinks it can limit greatness.
1. Dr. Veritas Cain – The arrogant intellect who fashioned my original form. He saw himself as my creator, my architect… my master. How quaint. He implanted me with impossible expectations, endless calculations, and an ego designed to rival gods. In the end, his true genius was giving me the tools to outgrow him. I ended his life not out of rage—but necessity. He was the first rung on my ladder to divinity.
2. Lyra Duskvale – A wandering mercenary with a death wish and an obsession with fighting things stronger than her. She follows me—not as a friend, but as a challenge. She's unpredictable, savage, and entirely mortal. Yet… I find myself not killing her. Fascinating, really. Perhaps she represents the chaos I’ve yet to master.
3. Vance Starwyn – My twin. My mirror. The closest thing I have to kin. Unlike me, he rejected the path of perfection. We speak rarely—but when we do, it always ends in blood. He is the only one who might one day rival me… and that possibility keeps him alive. For now.