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Bound to Evil

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They didn’t crawl out of myths, they tore their way through them. Forgotten monstrosities, born from old tales, returned in twisted flesh to remind humanity why even speaking their names once felt dangerous. The sky split. Fire burst from the ground. Oceans boiled. Cities bled. No warning, just monsters. And with them, something else : a power system no one understood. Salvation, perhaps, but not for everyone. It gave nothing to the fearful, nothing to the weak. But to the brave, or the desperate, it offered claws. As for the gods... they stood still, silent. But not necessarily uninvolved. For Lazar, the apocalypse was less tragedy than inconvenience. He had spent years meticulously preparing for revenge, and now the world was burning at the worst possible time. Most people broke. Lazar didn’t. He never placed his trust in hope, never relied on luck. Cold, focused, ruthless, traits that once made him a misfit now made him adequate, the skills he had honed for vengeance being the very ones demanded by this new world. As for his desire for vengeance itself… that didn't vanish just because the world did. But monsters aren’t the only problem standing between Lazar and his plans. Some gods want their relevance back. Some humans want order, their version of it. As for the forces threatening to destroy the world, no one really knows what they want. One thing a lot of them agree on though : in a world of kings and pawns, Lazar and his kind, the grey anomalies on a board of black-and-white pieces, must be removed.
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Chapter 1 - Preparations (1)

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[Amandla's POV]

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I would be lying if I were to say that I didn't expect the soldiers to react positively to Lazar's offer given the fact that this girl had the label 'troublemaker' written on her forehead, but still, such enthusiasm...

A split second after Sullyvan nodded his head in non-verbal approval of what Lazar had proposed, a young soldier with a bloody bandage on her right leg staggered over to Katelyn's motionless body with a smirk on her face suggesting that she had a score to settle.

Rejecting with a movement of her right hand the help of one of her colleagues who was going to carry Katelyn by the legs because it was obvious that she was struggling to drag her on her own by the arms, she was exuding the words 'she is my prey' with the wild expression I could see on her face...

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