When Alia regained consciousness, her gaze was as hard as stone. Without saying a word to Viktor, she left the luxury hotel in Las Vegas and headed straight to that old, nearly abandoned hospital in America. It was well past midnight; the hospital was practically deserted, and the flickering corridor lights gave the place a ghostly atmosphere.
She tracked down an elderly doctor who might have known something about that era. Seeing the gun in her hand and the fire in her eyes, the doctor led her to a dusty, hidden archive room. As Alia began to check the old Project Ledger, the book suddenly slipped from her hands and hit the floor.
On the pages, in bold letters, was written: "Project: Blood Legacy." Below that were the photos of two children. One was Alia as a little girl, and the other was Viktor!
Alia stood frozen, her entire body trembling as she uncovered a terrifying truth: they were not ordinary human beings. Their fathers knew that their children's DNA was different from that of common humans. Their lineage was ancient and powerful, possessing traits that did not align with standard human genetics. Through a specific scientific process, their DNA had been used to create a new kind of entity beings that would be invincible.
This meant that Alia and Viktor were not just lovers or friends; they were parts of the same laboratory project. Their supernatural strength and intelligence were no coincidence it was an ancient genetic code embedded in their blood.
Alia whispered to herself:
"So, did Viktor know too? Were we both created for a specific purpose? Are we siblings, or are we two halves of the very same power?" The elderly doctor looked at Alia's trembling hands and let out a strange, cold smile. Adjusting his glasses, he revealed yet another sensational piece of information:
"The purpose for which you and Viktor were created was to establish an invincible bloodline. Because of the manipulation of your DNA, you grew much taller than ordinary humans, and your physical structures are so flawless. And most importantly your aging process is not like that of regular people. That is why, even after being a mother of five children, time has left no mark on your body."
The doctor leaned closer to Alia and whispered:
"You are lovers now, but even this attraction is actually part of that project. Your blood recognizes each other. You know yourself just how powerful you two are, Alia. But there is a dark side to this power this bond of your blood could one day either destroy the world or rebuild it anew."
Alia listened, stunned. The mystery of her tall stature and her ageless beauty was now as clear as daylight. She finally understood why Zainkha feared her and why Viktor always protected her. Viktor knew that they were both heirs to this ancient power.
Clutching the ledger tightly, Alia asked:
"So, is our life just a laboratory experiment? Is our love not real?"
The old doctor shook his head. "Your love is the ultimate manifestation of that power, Alia. You are no longer just humans; you are living weapons.",Alia broke down in tears, her voice trembling with agony. "Does that mean... my son and daughter also carry this cursed DNA? Have we turned our own children into projects of this dark world too?"
The doctor didn't say a word; he only gave a cryptic, chilling smile. His silence felt like a confirmation that their children were indeed the next generation of this experiment. Panicked and heartbroken, Alia clutched the ledger to her chest and rushed out of the hospital into the cold night. She realized that to protect her children, she wouldn't just have to fight enemies like Zainkha—she would have to fight her own blood. Alia stormed back into the VIP suite like a whirlwind. Viktor was sitting there calmly, as if he had been expecting her return and her wrath. Without a single word, Alia marched up to him and delivered a resounding slap across his face.
The sound echoed through the silent room. Her eyes were burning with a mixture of hatred and betrayal. She began screaming at him in Russian, hurling every curse word she knew:
"Suka! (You b*stard!) You knew everything! You knew we weren't just people—that we were nothing more than laboratory projects! You knew this poison was mixed into our children's blood too, and yet you kept me in the dark?"
She grabbed Viktor by his collar, shaking him violently, and continued in Russian:
"Ty lzhets! (You liar!) Did you play with my love, or is this attraction just another decoded part of our DNA? Answer me, Viktor! Why did you make me and my children part of this hell?"
Viktor didn't flinch. Even though his face had been snapped to the side by the force of the slap, he slowly turned back to look at her. There was no anger in his eyes, only a deep, profound sadness. He gently removed her hands from his collar and spoke in a low, steady voice:
"Alia, I wanted to protect you. If you had known the truth, you would have started hating yourself, just as you are doing now. I wanted you to have at least a few years of peace. And as for our children? They are stronger than any ordinary human is that not their greatest weapon for survival?"
Alia slid down against the wall, collapsing onto the floor. All her strength seemed to have vanished. She was caught in a devastating crossroads unable to decide whether to hate Viktor or accept this cruel destiny Viktor's patience finally snapped. The slap and the insults ignited a primal rage within him. In one swift move, he pinned Alia's wrists down and forced himself upon her. "Shut up!" he roared against her ear. "We are parts of the same hell, Alia! Whether you hate me or love me, we are inseparable."
In his blinding anger, he forced a physical union that was no longer about love, but about dominance and possession. Alia fought back with all her might, but against Viktor's genetically superior strength, she was overpowered.
Suddenly, Alia went completely silent and still. She stopped struggling; her body went cold and rigid, and her eyes turned vacant, staring blankly at the ceiling. Seeing her sudden withdrawal into a deathly silence, even Viktor froze for a moment. The bridge of trust between them had been shattered forever.As Alia's lifeless, numb body lay beneath Viktor's, a violent explosion erupted deep within his mind. He clutched his head with both hands, let out a gut-wrenching scream "Ahhh!"
Just as Alia's memories had returned, a horrific past came alive before Viktor's eyes:
The same sterile white laboratory. A young Viktor stood behind a glass wall, weeping. In front of him, a young Alia was strapped to a chair while doctors injected a strange blue fluid into her veins. Viktor was pounding on the glass, screaming Let her go! Don't hurt Alia!"
Suddenly, Viktor saw the face of one of those doctors. It was none other than his own father! He had used his own son to control Alia. Viktor realized that from childhood, he had been trained not as Alia's protector, but as her 'master' or controller. Their love was not a simple emotion; it was programmed into their DNA so that Viktor could not exist without Alia, and Alia would feel an indescribable pull toward him.
Viktor collapsed onto the floor, tears streaming down his face. He realized that what he had just done to Alia was the result of that old, cruel 'programming.' In a fit of rage and self-loathing, he bit down hard on his own hand.
In a broken voice, Viktor whispered:
"Alia... forgive me. I didn't know... I didn't know our creators played such a foul game with us. I wanted to be your protector, but I ended up being nothing but a leash!"
Alia still did not move, but upon hearing Viktor's agonizing confession, a single tear rolled down from the corner of her eye.After lying still for a long time, Alia slowly sat up. Her tears had dried, replaced by a chilling coldness. Without looking at Viktor, she stared at the city map on the wall and spoke the true name of the project:
"Project: Blood Moon Anastasia."
Viktor looked at her in shock. Alia continued, "They didn't just change our DNA; they wrote our destiny. 'Anastasia' wasn't just a name; it was the final destructive entity they created. And you? You were 'The Key.' Tonight, our forced union completed the final phase of their design."
She stood up, gripping her golden revolver. "Viktor, we were born to destroy. But from now on, we decide whose command we follow. It's time to burn the script they wrote with their own blood."As Alia's calm voice echoed, the veil of memories fell away before Viktor's eyes once more. Both were transported back to a past where their childhood was nothing but a synonym for agony.
The dark corridors of that vast, bone-white laboratory flickered into view:
Flashback: 10 Years Ago
Little Alia and little Viktor sat on the floor of a glass-walled enclosure. They were dressed in pale blue hospital scrubs. Alia's long blonde hair was disheveled, and her small hands were trembling. She held onto Viktor's hand with a desperate grip.
Outside, two doctors in white coats (one of whom was Viktor's father) spoke in hushed tones:
"Subject 01 (Alia) has a high emotional response. Trigger Subject 02 (Viktor) in a way that allows him to control 01. Their blood bond will be the source of our power."
Suddenly, a loud alarm blared through the room. A group of guards burst in to drag little Alia away for a terrifying experiment. Alia screamed, sobbing, "Viktor! Don't leave me!"
Little Viktor held onto Alia with all his strength. There was no fear in his eyes, only a superhuman defiance. He bit one of the guards' hands. But at that moment, Viktor's father stepped through the glass partition, shoved Viktor aside, and spoke with cold cruelty:
"Crying won't help, Viktor. Do you want her to die? If you want to save her, you must be her King not her protector."
In the next scene, Alia was strapped into an electric chair, her body covered in wires. Viktor was forced to press a button the trigger that would awaken the dormant 'Anastasia' persona within Alia's mind. With trembling fingers, Viktor pressed it, and Alia's blood-curdling scream echoed off the laboratory walls.
In the moment, their childhood innocence was lost forever. They realized they were not ordinary children they were merely pawns in a cruel, calculated game.
Would you like the scene to return to the present where Viktor, overwhelmed by guilt, draws his weapon to end his own life, or should Alia stop him and declare that they will use their "programmed" power to hunt down his father?