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THE HOLLOWING

Yooo... this is my first novel.. but don't look down on it because of that give it a try and please if you want to criticize please do so politely I am always seeking to improve thank you After getting betrayed, something in him changed. He found a way out. Not a clean one nothing about it was clean but it worked. When someone got too close, when things started to hurt, he could just... cut them loose. All the feelings? Gone. The memories stayed, sure, but they didn't mean anything anymore. Like watching someone else's life through a window. It started as self-preservation. Became something else entirely. Turns out, not giving a damn is a hell of a business strategy. While everyone else is busy feeling guilty or playing nice or worrying about what people think, he just moves. Makes the calls no one else will make. Cuts ties without blinking. His empire grows because he doesn't hesitate. Doesn't second-guess. Doesn't feel. People think he's some kind of genius. They have no idea what's actually happening. Every time he does it, something goes missing. Not just the connection, something deeper. He's losing pieces of himself he didn't know could disappear. The world's getting quieter. Flatter. Like someone's slowly turning down the volume on his entire existence. And now things are getting weird. Reality's not lining up the way it should. Conversations that shouldn't exist keep happening. Moments that feel off, wrong, like the world's glitching around him. He can't tell anymore what's real and what he's erased. It's getting worse. Then someone shows up who doesn't fit the pattern. Someone who throws everything off. Someone who makes him feel things he thought he'd buried for good. And for the first time in god knows how long, he can't just walk away. Maybe that's his way out. Maybe it's what finally breaks him. Either way, he's about to find out if there's anything left worth saving.
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PROTOCOL: MYTHOS

"We gave the monsters a name. Then, we gave them our souls." In 2040, humanity learned a truth too late to forget. Nuclear fire does not kill the Abyssals. It feeds them. When the Great Rifts opened across the planet, borders ceased to matter. Cities fell. Oceans split. The world was unified not by peace, but by extinction-level fear. Nations dissolved into a single authority born of desperation: the GDF (GLOBAL DEFENSE FORCE) Against beings that could absorb annihilation itself, humanity turned to a forbidden answer. The Gen-1 Oni-Frames. Powered by Demon Cores harvested from dead Abyssals, these machines were not piloted. They were inhabited. Neural synchronization fused human nervous systems with alien biological reactors, creating weapons capable of standing against Calamity-class entities. The price was sanity. Across the world, Gen-1 pilots began to break. Hallucinations. Violence. Suicide. Entire units collapsed from within, their minds eroded by instincts that were never human to begin with. The Oni won battles, but destroyed a generation. Bara was one of them. A Rakshasa. A member of an elite suicide squad deployed where failure meant extinction. He fought on the shores of Bali against a Calamity that could not be killed. He watched his brothers die, consumed in battle or driven mad afterward by the Demon Cores inside them. Bara survived. Not unscarred. Not sane. Just functional enough to remain useful. Now, he is the last known Gen-1 pilot still standing. A relic of a brutal era, buried within the grease, smoke, and discipline of Military Heavy platoons. Medicated. Controlled. Forgotten. Until the Abyss evolves. The sleek, plasma-wielding Gen-3 Phalanx units of the modern age begin to fail. Calamity-class entities adapt faster than fusion reactors can respond. When one such Abyssal cripples the world’s elite forces, the GDF is forced to unseal its oldest nightmare. Bara is being called back. Not in a rusted cage. But in a prototype that should not exist. The Asura Mk.II. A Hybrid Frame that bridges human fusion technology with demonic biology. To survive, Bara must walk a line no one else can. Between discipline and instinct. Between control and surrender. Armed with the Samsara Vajra and the forbidden Six Paths system, he will teach a new generation of soldiers the truth humanity tried to erase. Sometimes, to save humanity, you have to let the monster lead. Protocol Mythos authorized. Welcome to the frontline of the end. ------------------------------------------------- |Themes| • War Trauma & Survivor’s Guilt • Humanity vs Monstrosity • Control vs Instinct • The Cost of Survival • Living After Death • Hope Born from Ruin • Legacy of a Forgotten War • What It Means to Be Human |Genre| Sci-Fi Military Mecha Dark Fantasy Post-Apocalyptic Action Psychological Tragedy Anti-Hero -------------------------------------------------
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