"Is that what you think of ?" he demanded.
Jade t his gaze without hesitation.
"I don’t think you’re a bad person," he said.
"To , you are still my father. But when it cos to legality and morality, you forget everything, even the people who care about you, if power is involved."
Those words struck harder than any accusation.
Jade turned and walked away.
Frank watched his son’s retreating back, resentnt slowly curling in his chest.
’Silas would have helped his father rise. Jade is different... too different,’ he thought bitterly.
Jade had always been indifferent to status, often insisting that Frank should stop fighting for control.
In the past, he had kept those opinions to himself. Now, he spoke them openly.
Frank clenched his fists.
’Soday, he will understand. Soday he will co back to my side.’
..................................
anwhile, far from that confrontation, Damien arrived at the entrance of the city base.
As he stepped inside, the atmosphere itself seed to change.
What had been a bright, breezy afternoon slowly dimd.
Clouds gathered unnaturally fast, swallowing the sunlight. A cold wind swept through the streets.
Then rain began to fall. Not gently. Heavily.
As if the sky itself recoiled from his presence.
Damien walked calmly through the downpour, his footsteps steady, heading toward a modest residence.
If Ivy had been there, she would have recognized it imdiately; it belonged to one of the guards who had recently grown very close to a girl nad Angelina.
Damien stopped at the door.
He raised his hand. Knocked. The door opened.
A tall, broad-shouldered man stood there, his figure imposing despite the ordinary clothes. His presence alone suggested he could handle several attackers at once.
It was Archie.
Archie frowned at the unfamiliar visitor.
"Who are you?" he demanded.
Damien looked at him... and smiled.
The smile was wrong. Too slow. Too cold.
The kind of smile that made instinct scream danger.
"I’m here to take Angelina," Damien said calmly.
Archie’s eyes narrowed. "And who are you supposed to be to her?"
Damien tilted his head slightly.
"I am her fiancé."
"That’s impossible," Archie snapped. "Angelina is engaged to now."
Damien raised three fingers.
"I will give you three seconds to move," he said. "If you don’t, I will kill you."
Archie scoffed.
"I’m not intimidated by empty threats. Leave now, or I’ll call security and have you permanently banned from...."
Damien lowered one finger.
Then another. Then the last.
Before Archie could even react... Damien moved.
In a single fluid motion, he twisted Archie’s head.
Archie’s vision suddenly shifted. For a split second, he saw his own house from an impossible angle, as though the world itself had rotated.
Then everything went black.
He collapsed to the floor, dead before his body even realized it.
Damien exhaled softly.
"You shouldn’t have talked so much," he murmured. "It gives a headache."
He stepped over the body and entered the room.
Inside, Angelina lay asleep on the couch, unaware of the storm raging outside, or the horror that had just entered her ho.
The next mont, a powerful hand wrapped around her throat.
Angelina’s eyes snapped open.
She struggled instantly, clawing at Damien’s grip, but it was like trying to pry apart iron. His strength was overwhelming, absolute.
Damien looked down at her as if deciding whether to kill her imdiately.
Fear flooded Angelina’s eyes.
She thrashed, gasping, trying to speak.
"P-Please... forgive ... I made a mistake ..."
Damien chuckled.
"What use is an apology?" he asked softly. "You already betrayed ."
Angelina shook her head desperately.
Damien pulled her closer until their faces were inches apart.
"Did you think I wouldn’t find out?" he whispered.
"Did you think running to Ivy, playing the righteous human trying to save the world, would make you noble?"
His eyes darkened.
"It doesn’t matter. You cannot change anything. You cannot save humanity."
Angelina’s pupils trembled.
Damien’s voice turned colder than the rain outside.
"I will kill you now. And after that... I will take over this entire base."
He leaned closer, his words like a sentence already passed.
"And when I take control, I will reshape humanity itself."
A faint, terrifying smile ford on his lips.
"I will make them all... my slaves."
He wanted to see their faces when they discovered that there had been a woman who helped him obtain the body he now possessed.
He wanted to see humanity turn on Angelina.
In his mind, it would be poetic.
"When the whole world begins to hate you," Damien whispered, his grip tightening around her throat, "you will finally understand that your kindness was nothing but stupidity."
Angelina shook her head desperately, her fingers clawing weakly at his hand. Her vision blurred, dark spots forming at the edges.
"I... helped you..." she choked. "At least let go because of that..."
Damien chuckled, the sound low and rciless.
"That help was nothing more than a trivial favor," he said. "And for such a small favor... I will allow you to die in one piece."
The pressure increased.
Angelina could feel her life slipping away.
Her lungs burned. Her body trembled.
’This is it... I’m going to die...’
............................
She gasped. Her eyes flew open.
Angelina sat upright, startled, her heart hamring violently against her ribs. She looked around in confusion.
Archie’s bedroom. The familiar walls.
The faint scent of detergent from freshly washed sheets lingered in the air.
For a mont, she could not understand what had happened.
’Did Damien make unconscious and now want to hurt ?’ she thought in panic.
Fear surged again.
Maybe he was hiding sowhere. Waiting. Watching.
She carefully looked around the apartnt, her movents slow and cautious, like a thief afraid of making noise.
Every shadow seed suspicious. Every corner felt threatening.
But nothing was there. Silence. Stillness.
Then realization slowly dawned.
If Damien had truly arrived, it would have rained.
Angelina rushed to the window and looked outside.
The ground was completely dry. There had been no rain.
Damien had never co.
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