The air was thick in the narrow alleyway, heavy with the stench of damp concrete, rusted iron, and rotting trash. The faint hiss of leaking pipes mixed with the scratching of rats scurrying through broken drains. An old AC unit buzzed weakly above, struggling to push out warm air, adding to the eerie hum of the night.
DNS walked with calm, steady steps — every movement deliberate, his eyes sharp beneath the dim flickering lights. The soles of his boots crunched lightly against the gravel and shattered glass scattered across the alley floor. His coat swayed with each step as he made his way towards the old, rusted door at the far end.
He reached for the handle.
But before his fingers could even graze the cold metal, a voice — low, familiar, almost ghostly — sliced through the silence.
"Long time no see... brother."
DNS froze for half a second, his pupils narrowing, his hand pausing mid-air. The voice was like a phantom from a different life, one he thought was buried long ago.
From the shadows, a figure emerged — as if peeling itself out from the darkness itself. The man's silhouette was unmistakable, yet his aura felt different. Harsher. Colder. The years had carved something new into him.
DNS slowly turned, a subtle smirk curling on his lips. The tip of his cigarette glowed bright red as he took a long drag, exhaling a lazy cloud of smoke that curled into the night air.
"It sure has been a long time..." DNS said, his voice steady but laced with caution, "I thought you were dead, pal."
The figure stepped forward into the dim light. It was Goku. But not the Goku DNS once knew. His eyes were sharper, colder — filled with a kind of pain that time alone couldn't cause.
Goku's lips twisted into a faint, unreadable smile.
"I'm not the man you used to know, DNS."
DNS chuckled softly, though his eyes never left Goku's.
"That may be true..." he paused, flicking his cigarette to the ground, crushing it under his heel, "But how could I ever forget that face of yours... GOKU."
For a long moment, neither of them moved. The tension between them was electric — like two live wires barely kept apart. Two brothers — once inseparable — now standing on opposite sides of something much darker.
Then, like lightning, they both lunged toward each other — fists clenched, instincts sharp, no words, no hesitation. The clash of old bonds and new wounds ignited like a spark.
CUT TO BLACK.
Flashback: 17 Years Ago…
The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the narrow streets of the neighborhood. The buildings stood close, old and worn, whispering the stories of those who lived and died here. For DNS, this was his new home. A new chapter. But this block had its own little rulers — kids who thought they ran the streets.
At the center of them stood Goku.
With a puffed-up chest, Goku stepped forward, flanked by his small crew. Their faces were young, but their eyes carried a fake bravado they barely knew how to wear.
Goku's voice rang out, cocky and sharp.
"Hey! You. What makes you walk into my area like you own the place, huh?"
DNS, calm and composed beyond his years, simply glanced at him. His sharp eyes scanned the boys like he was already reading their whole life story.
"I'm moving in." DNS said flatly, his tone unbothered.
Goku sneered, stepping closer, trying to intimidate him with his small height advantage.
"And under whose permission exactly? You don't just waltz into someone else's turf without an introduction. You know how it works here."
DNS's voice remained calm, but his words landed like a stone.
"DNS. Son of Arjun."
The name sliced through the air like a blade.
For a moment, Goku's smirk remained—he didn't fully register the weight behind the name.
But one of his crew members, hearing that name, froze.
One kid simply dropped everything and sprinted off like the devil was behind him.
The second one whimpered, literally wetting his pants.
The third collapsed onto the ground, legs failing him entirely.
Goku, confused, glanced back at his collapsing squad.
"H-Hey! What the hell's wrong with you guys?!"
His assistant leaned in, whispering hurriedly into his ear, voice shaking:
"That's… that's Arjun's son."
A cold wave swept through Goku's body, his skin crawling as if death itself just brushed his shoulder. The arrogance drained from his face as sweat broke down his temple.
"Y-you mean that Arjun? The Iron Demon of the East Side?" Goku whispered back.
The assistant nodded nervously.
"Yeah. The man who wiped out four syndicates in one night... and disappeared. That was his father."
Goku's voice cracked as his words tumbled out.
"A-ah… I-I see. Well, umm... welcome. I-I hope you enjoy it here... s-sorry to trouble you, really."
He awkwardly stumbled back, almost tripping over himself before turning and sprinting down the alleyway with his surviving crew.
From behind, a voice called out to DNS.
"Boy."
An old man approached, his presence heavy like a fog. White hair slicked back, a thick black coat draped over his shoulders, a lit cigarette dangling from his fingers. The smoke curled into the evening air like a serpent.
It was DNS's uncle.
He stopped beside his nephew, exhaling a thick cloud before speaking.
"What happened here?"
DNS shrugged lightly, speaking in his usual matter-of-fact tone.
"They started acting funny after hearing father's name."
The uncle smirked, taking another drag before replying.
"That explains the running."
With a firm hand on DNS's shoulder, he added softly:
"Come. You've already made enough of an impression for one evening."
The Next Day
The morning sun barely kissed the streets when Goku returned — alone this time, but clearly nervous. His eyes darted as he approached DNS, who sat quietly on the curb, flipping through a thick book.
Without looking up, DNS spoke first, his voice calculated.
"You've been standing there for five minutes. You want to talk?"
Goku froze.
How does he always know? Goku wondered to himself.
Swallowing his pride, Goku forced a grin and extended his hand.
"You and me… friends now? Deal?"
DNS closed his book, stood up slowly, staring into Goku's eyes with unnerving calm.
"Deal." DNS replied, gripping Goku's hand with a firm shake.
"But don't try anything stupid again."
Their pact was made.
Months Later — The Gang War
By now, DNS and Goku had risen through the ranks like prodigies. Their intelligence and raw guts earned them respect, even from grown men who'd been in the game for years.
But things escalated.
The gang split into factions; betrayal ran rampant like poison in their veins.
The night of the war was chaos — gunfire, blades flashing, screams echoing through the narrow city streets. Over 500 men flooded the battleground — a full-scale civil war.
Amid the bloodshed, DNS and Goku were separated. DNS was leading a group of loyal fighters while Goku was ambushed by a rogue faction.
Hours later, a blood-soaked commander stumbled to DNS.
"Sir... Goku... they got him... he's been captured."
DNS's chest tightened, but he remained cold.
"Alive?"
"For now. But they're torturing him for the trade secrets."
Goku was beaten, starved, and electrocuted — but he held firm. His loyalty was unbreakable.
Until he arrived.
Nazo.
The master manipulator. The man with the daemon inside him — one that could bend living creatures to his will.
Nazo stood before the broken boy, his voice like silk laced with venom.
"You're strong, boy. But everyone breaks. I don't need your words... I just need your mind."
The daemon whispered into Goku's very soul, seeping into his brain like a dark fog. His will crumbled like fragile glass under its weight.
The Grave
Once the war ended, DNS stood in the center of the now silent warzone — his eyes blank, his body numb. Soldiers stood behind him, waiting for orders.
Before him was a simple wooden cross he'd hammered into the dirt.
He whispered under his breath:
"Rest easy, brother."
But Goku wasn't dead. DNS simply left him buried — in a war he could no longer save him from.
He turned his back on the war, walking into the unknown — to rebuild.
Back to Present
The two brothers now stood face to face in that cold alley.
Two paths.
Two souls.
Two monsters forged in very different hells.
he moment their fists collided, the world around them shook like a beast had awoken.
A blinding flash of light burst from their impact — followed immediately by a deafening BOOOOOOOM that tore through the very fabric of the city block.
The shockwave spread like a monstrous breath. Concrete buildings cracked and exploded.
Entire towers, once proud office blocks, disintegrated like fragile sandcastles.
In seconds, what was once a dense neighborhood with 25 high-rises was now a wasteland — a mushroom cloud rising, thick with dust and debris.
THUNDER CRASH!
Another boom shook the ground. Windows from miles away shattered like rain. Alarms howled into the night.
ANTI-DAEMON SQUAD HEADQUARTERS — COMMAND CENTER
Inside a massive underground facility, lights flickered violently as sirens screamed.
BEEEP! BEEEEP! BEEEEP!
"Sir! Sector X and Sector SSS are active!"
The radar tech stared in horror as the screen violently glitched, two massive energy signatures pulsing like monstrous hearts.
The commander clenched his jaw.
"Sector SSS? That's impossible! There are no registered daemons in that sector!"
The analyst spoke, her voice shaking.
"The radar reads two massive daemonium sources… but no confirmed IDs. It's like... like two monsters are fighting, but the civilians say it's two men."
The commander slammed his fist on the console.
"Deploy the anti-daemon units. All of them. Level 5 clearance. If those things reach the inner city, we're looking at a catastrophe."
BACK TO THE BATTLEFIELD
As the smoke cleared, Goku stood firm.
His scythe glimmered under the moonlight — the edge razor sharp, dripping with raw daemonium.
DNS stood still, his eyes locked onto Goku's.
The wind howled between them.
DNS:
"That's your weapon now? The famous Grim Reaper's Scythe... So you really are Nazo's pet dog."
Goku twirled his scythe once, slicing the air like butter.
Goku:
"I'm not his dog. I've simply... evolved. Something you should consider too, brother."
DNS's eyes narrowed. The humor left his voice.
DNS:
"I evolve on my own terms."
Without warning — DNS vanished.
Goku's eyes darted, scanning the ruins.
Goku (whispering):
"Where the hell—?"
Suddenly, a dark shadow slithered through the debris. The ground cracked.
A monstrous hiss filled the air.
From the rubble emerged something terrifying — a massive serpent, its scales gleaming like polished obsidian, its eyes glowing crimson.
Civilians from far off screamed:
"AAAAAAH! A SNAKE! A GIANT SNAKE! RUUUUUUUUUUUN!"
Goku's heart skipped a beat as the colossal serpent reared its head above him.
The air chilled, his breath visible.
The snake leaned in close — its massive tongue flickering.
Vajra (in astral form):
"We sssshall meet again... Goku."
In a blink, the serpent dissolved into black mist.
But before Goku could even breathe — DNS dropped from the sky like a meteor, slamming his boot directly into Goku's chest.
CRAAASSHHH!!!
The impact shattered the ground beneath them, creating a massive crater.
Goku gasped, blood spurting from his mouth as his ribs cracked.
Goku attempted to summon his daemonium will — his scythe charged with black energy — but DNS clenched his fist, and with a terrifying pulse of energy, he cancelled Goku's daemonium entirely.
The air around DNS warped like heat waves.
The smoke cleared. His eyes shone crimson — pupils narrowed into terrifying vertical slits.
It was the same eyes as the serpent.
DNS (cold and calm):
"Do you understand now? You never stood a chance."
Goku's entire body trembled. Fear swallowed him whole. In one last desperate move, he vanished into the shadows — retreating into his realm of darkness.
DNS stood alone, exhaling slowly in disappointment.
The wind carried his whisper:
"Pathetic."
He turned and walked away as the Anti-Daemon Squad finally arrived, too late to witness the devastation.
REALM OF SHADOWS
Goku collapsed onto the floor, breathing heavily, sweat dripping. His body trembled uncontrollably.
He immediately contacted Nazo via his daemon link.
Goku (voice cracking):
"It's the Vajra… it's back."
On the other side, Nazo sat on his throne, fingers interlocked, eyes wide in twisted delight.
Nazo (laughing maniacally):
"He tamed it? That insane bastard! Hahhahaha! What a surprise... DNS never disappoints."
FLASHBACK — THE VAJRA HUNT (YEARS AGO)
Inside a colossal ancient cave, protected by runes and spells, 15 powerful 7-star mages formed a barrier around the sleeping Vajra — an ancient daemon once used as a living weapon in ancient wars.
Nazo's Lieutenant:
"Sir, we're too close. The mages—"
Suddenly, the mages attacked — spells of flame, ice, and lightning filled the cave. Nazo and his team barely escaped with their lives.
Nazo (furious):
"We'll be back for you, beast. Mark my words."
But DNS found Vajra first.
PRESENT — VAJRA SYNDICATE — THRONE ROOM
The grand hall glowed under soft lanterns. The air was heavy with power as DNS entered, his aura still burning faintly.
He sat on the massive throne — towering, carved from black obsidian, the symbol of the Vajra Syndicate behind him.
From the shadows emerged Lily — wearing a silk nightgown, her hair loose. Her face showed a mixture of worry and frustration.
Lily (soft but sharp):
"You used him again… didn't you? You were all over the news."
DNS exhaled, voice calm but cold.
DNS:
"It was Goku. He paid me a visit."
Lily (eyes wide):
"How does he look? He's still under Nazo's control, right?"
Suddenly, the astral form of Vajra slithered into the room, wrapping itself gently around Lily's neck like a scarf, whispering into her ear.
Vajra:
"Your Highness... The King did what was necessary... as always."
Lily touched Vajra's coils softly.
Lily (smirking):
"You seem unusually friendly today, serpent."
Vajra (soft hiss):
"Because the real war... is only beginning."
MEANWHILE — POLICE INVESTIGATION SITE
The Anti-Daemon Squad stood in pure horror.
Craters. Flattened towers. Twisted steel. Smoldering fires.
Two lone individuals had turned a thriving district into apocalyptic ruins.
Squad Captain (in disbelief):
"You're telling me… two men did all this?"
Investigator (pale, voice shaking):
"Sir… not men. Daemons. We're dealing with monsters in human skin."
POLICE INVESTIGATION — THE RUINS
The site was pure devastation.
Thick black smoke still curled into the sky like a dying beast. Craters the size of city blocks carved through what used to be skyscrapers. Twisted steel beams jutted out like broken bones. The asphalt was melted, glass turned into sand.
Police sirens wailed as the Anti-Daemon Task Force, Crime Scene Analysts, Intelligence Division, and the Daemon Control Bureau arrived.
Chief Inspector Rajan stood silently, his trench coat fluttering in the wind as he stared at the giant crater.
He took a long drag from his cigarette and exhaled, muttering under his breath.
Chief Rajan:
"There's… no fucking way… two humans did this much damage."
His second-in-command, Lieutenant Bhaskar, stepped forward. His face pale.
Lt. Bhaskar:
"Sir... I think you should see this."
The team gathered in the mobile command unit. The screen flickered as they played the recovered footage from the security cameras.
On the screen — two figures appeared. DNS and Goku.
But not as mere men. They moved like monsters — breaking the laws of physics as their attacks shattered entire buildings.
Bhaskar (in disbelief):
"Sir, you're looking at ordinary men doing something only daemons could."
Chief Rajan (angrily slamming the desk):
"THESE AREN'T ORDINARY MEN!"
Suddenly, Agent Ananya, from the Intelligence Division, entered in a hurry.
Agent Ananya:
"Chief, you're going to want to see this."
She brought up two files on the large monitor. Two profiles appeared:
DNS — Martial Arts Specialist
GOKU — Intelligence Operative
But the photographs were from nearly two decades ago.
Chief Rajan (narrowing his eyes):
"Who the hell are these people?"
Agent Ananya (calm but nervous):
"Sir, these two were big names 17 years ago. They ruled half of Karnataka's underworld. DNS — unmatched martial artist, rumored to have single-handedly taken down armed syndicates. Goku — intelligence prodigy, master of information warfare, the ghost who knew everything."
The room grew silent.
Lt. Bhaskar (shocked):
"But... Goku was presumed dead after that gang war, wasn't he?"
Agent Ananya (nodding):
"Correct. He vanished after the Gang War Massacre. But now… he's alive. And they were fighting each other."
THE DAEMONIUM ANALYSIS LAB
Inside the mobile lab truck, the Daemon Control Bureau (DCB) was analyzing samples from the scene.
A specialist, Dr. Ishika, rushed in with a datapad.
Dr. Ishika (urgently):
"Officer Rajan, you might want to take a look at this. We pulled daemonium residue samples from the crater site."
She brought up complex energy readings — jagged, violent spikes across the screen.
Dr. Ishika:
"What we found is extremely volatile. And ancient."
Chief Rajan (raising an eyebrow):
"Ancient?"
Dr. Ishika (pointing at the graphs):
"Yes. This is not a daemonium class we usually encounter. Look at this."
She tapped the screen. Two daemon profiles loaded:
Goku's Daemon — "The Grim Reaper"
DNS's Daemon — UNKNOWN
Lt. Bhaskar (reading aloud):
"The Grim Reaper? That's the daemon we captured decades ago!"
Dr. Ishika (nodding):
"Correct. But this variant is genetically altered — designed to prevent aging, enhance soul harvesting, and grant high-tier intelligence abilities. Someone has modified it to a near-perfect weapon."
Chief Rajan (rubbing his temples):
"And the other one?"
Dr. Ishika hesitated.
Dr. Ishika:
"That's the problem, sir. The other sample doesn't match any record in our international or historical daemon archives. It's... not from here."
The tension in the room grew thick.
Chief Rajan (gritting his teeth):
"Explain."
Dr. Ishika (serious):
"This daemon is of the Serpent Species. But that species was eradicated centuries ago. According to ancient black magic records, it wasn't a naturally born species — it was created using forbidden dark magic, unstable and uncontrollable."
Lt. Bhaskar (eyes wide):
"So it went extinct?"
Dr. Ishika:
"Exactly. The last serpent species self-destructed due to its own instability. But this one… it's alive. And someone has tamed it."
Suddenly, Junior Researcher Priya screamed from the back of the lab.
Priya (panicking):
"S-Sir! You need to see this immediately!"
The results from the sector classification popped up on the screen.
The serpent species wasn't classified under Sector X… nor SSS… it appeared under an unthinkable code:
"SECTOR 99 — CLASS OMEGA"
The room went silent.
Chief Rajan (barely whispering):
"Sector… 99?"
Dr. Ishika (gasping):
"Impossible… Sector 99 is where we classified the strongest daemon species ever captured — beings we locked away, never to be used or studied again."
Lt. Bhaskar (his voice trembling):
"And now someone tamed it…?"
Dr. Ishika (whispers, shaking):
"Yes. It's hard to believe, but someone tamed one of the most dangerous creatures ever created by mankind."
COMMAND BRIEFING — HIGHER GOVERNMENT MEETING
The scene shifted to a massive underground military meeting room.
Elite officers, DCB Directors, International Daemon Control officials, and Intelligence Chiefs gathered.
Minister of National Defense (angrily):
"Two men. TWO. Turned a thriving district into a graveyard. What the hell are we dealing with?"
Chief Rajan (reporting):
"We are not dealing with men anymore, Minister. DNS and Goku are both hybrid daemon hosts — highly advanced, genetically modified, and one of them — DNS — has tamed something we never thought possible: a Sector 99 Serpent Species."
The entire table murmured in fear and confusion.
International Daemon Officer:
"DNS… this man needs to be neutralized before this escalates."
Chief Rajan (firmly):
"With all due respect, sir, you won't be able to 'neutralize' him. DNS controls the Vajra Syndicate — and if the intel is correct, the serpent daemon Vajra itself is directly bonded to his soul."
Intelligence Officer (quietly):
"He has effectively become the king of monsters."
BACK TO THE RUINS — MIDNIGHT
Meanwhile, crime scene officers were still combing through rubble.
One of them, young officer Kiran, stumbled across a large serpentine scale — black, sharp, and humming with faint daemonium energy.
He whispered to himself as he placed it in a sealed box:
"This isn't just power… this is something else entirely."
Suddenly, Kiran looked around nervously — feeling like the shadows were watching.
Far above him, on a distant rooftop — two hidden figures observed the scene.
It was Nazo… and Goku.
Nazo (smirking):
"He's gotten stronger. Far stronger than I anticipated."
Goku (voice shaky, still trembling):
"Master… his eyes... when I saw him... it was like staring into death itself."
Nazo (eyes gleaming):
"Good. The Vajra is awake. Now... let's begin the real game."
BACK AT DCB HEADQUARTERS — STRATEGIC EMERGENCY MEETING
The emergency lights flickered inside the heavily guarded Daemon Control Bureau Headquarters. The room was filled with top-ranking military generals, intelligence chiefs, economists, international advisors, and daemon experts.
The tension in the air was suffocating.
Director General Arvind, head of DCB, slammed his fist on the round titanium table.
Director Arvind (angrily):
"I want answers! How did one man build something this massive right under our noses?!"
Chief Intelligence Officer Suriya, a slim man with glasses, spoke while projecting a holographic map on the screen.
The map showed red zones spreading across South Asia, Southeast Asia, and parts of West Asia. The entire region was practically under DNS's control.
Officer Suriya (calm but serious):
"Sir, DNS is no longer just a gang leader. He's become a sovereign entity — an empire. Look at this."
He zoomed into multiple countries:
Indonesia — Fully controlled.
Malaysia — Fully controlled.
Singapore, Vietnam, Cambodia, Myanmar — DNS loyalists in high-ranking government positions.
Philippines, Bangladesh, Sri Lanka, parts of Pakistan and Afghanistan — Entire military factions secretly loyal to DNS.
Director Arvind (shocked):
"This… this is insane."
International Trade Specialist Meera interrupted, visibly shaken.
Meera:
"Sir… it gets worse. He controls 62% of all major trade routes in South Asia, Southeast Asia, and the Indian Ocean corridor. Every cargo ship, oil tanker, merchant vessel — passes under his surveillance."
Arvind (his voice cracking):
"Are you telling me he can cut off half of the world's supply chain?"
Meera (nodding):
"If he wants to, yes. Food, oil, medicine, weapons — he can starve entire nations overnight."
THE MILITARY BREAKDOWN
The screen switched to Colonel Himmat, head of military intelligence.
Colonel Himmat:
"His military is not some underground operation anymore. He commands multiple divisions:"
Vajra Syndicate Central Force — 450,000 elite soldiers.
Private Naval Fleet — 60 warships.
Air Dominance Fleet — 300+ advanced fighters, many stolen or bought from black markets.
Mercenary Legions — 200,000 contracted international mercenaries.
Daemon Units — Unknown number of hybrid daemon soldiers.
Underground Facilities — Estimated 28 military-grade labs across his territories.
Colonel Himmat (lowering his voice):
"In total, he commands a force exceeding 1.5 million active fighters worldwide."
The room went silent.
Director Arvind (wide-eyed):
"That's larger than most modern nations."
THE WEAPONIZATION OF DAEMONS
Suddenly, Dr. Ishika from Daemon Research entered, holding a thick classified dossier.
Dr. Ishika (voice serious):
"Gentlemen, you're still underestimating him."
She placed several files on the table.
Dr. Ishika:
"We recently intercepted leaked documents from DNS's underground labs."
Daemon Weaponization Division — They are experimenting with bio-fusion between daemon cores and human hosts.
Vajra Serpent Project — Controlled genetic modification of extinct daemon species.
Daemonium Bombs — Explosives that release concentrated daemonium will, capable of leveling entire cities.
Project PHANTOM BLADE — Neural link weapons controlled by daemonium threads — controlled by thought alone.
Sector 99 Weaponized Cloning — Early stages of replicating forbidden species.
Dr. Ishika (pausing):
"This isn't a crime syndicate anymore. This is a superpower built on forbidden science."
DNS'S PERSONAL POWER — THE GOD-KING LEVEL
Finally, Agent Ananya stood up. Her voice was nearly trembling.
Agent Ananya (softly):
"And DNS himself..."
A 3D model of DNS appeared, his crimson eyes glowing with terrifying willpower.
Agent Ananya:
"We estimate his personal daemonium output is unmatched. After the taming of Vajra — his daemonium levels have surpassed Sector 99 classification. For comparison:"
Average human daemon host: 10-25 units.
High-ranked daemon users: 50-100 units.
Nazo's Grim Reaper class: ~300 units.
DNS (Vajra Form): OVER 1100 UNITS.
Gasps erupted across the room.
Minister of Defense (whispers):
"Eleven hundred units? That... that's not possible."
Agent Ananya (correcting):
"It is, sir. We classify him now under the secret ranking — "SECTOR OMEGA: WORLD BREAKER CLASS"."
Dr. Ishika:
"His serpent daemon — the Vajra — operates as an astral symbiote. It is bonded directly to his soul, granting him near-immortal durability, regenerative capabilities, reality-bending energy manipulation, and complete daemonium cancelation against others."
THE UNSEEN ECONOMIC EMPIRE
Meera (adding grimly):
"And to top it off, his legitimate businesses include:"
Global shipping companies.
Black market arms dealing.
Medical corporations.
Pharmaceuticals.
Private banking.
AI and surveillance technologies.
Daemon research patents.
Meera:
"DNS's financial empire is worth over $2.4 Trillion USD."
Director Arvind (whispers in horror):
"He's not a man. He's a nation. No—he's an unstoppable shadow empire."
FINAL FEAR
Suddenly, an encrypted message arrived directly to the DCB's secure comms.
Incoming Message — Unknown Sender
"I know you're watching me.
Don't make the mistake of thinking you can stop me.
You called me a monster.
But monsters answer to kings.
And I — am the King."
The message ended with a serpent symbol glowing on the screen.
The room froze.
No one dared breathe.
Minister of Defense (voice faint):
"...He knows."
Director Arvind (voice breaking):
"He's watching us right now."
Suddenly, all monitors went black. The entire power grid of the DCB Headquarters momentarily cut off for three seconds before rebooting.
DNS had just sent them a message:
"You're never safe."
SOMEWHERE FAR AWAY — INSIDE THE VAJRA SYNDICATE PALACE
DNS sat calmly on his throne, the serpent Vajra swirling around him like a divine god.
The dim lights flickered gently as a thin trail of smoke rose into the air. Between his fingers, DNS rolled a freshly lit cigarette, the burning tip glowing like a crimson eye.
Lily entered with a soft smile, wearing her midnight gown.Lily:"You spooked them again."
DNS took a slow drag, exhaled a perfect spiral of smoke into the palace air, his crimson eyes glowing with an eerie calm.
DNS (smirking, voice low):"Let them taste a little fear…It's good for the lungs."(He lets out a small chuckle.)
Vajra hissed softly, coiling around the throne like a shadowy guardian:"Yessss... the game has only begun, my King."
DNS flicked the ash off the end of the cigarette with a graceful snap, leaning back on his throne as the serpent's astral form danced around him.
DNS (whispering, almost to himself):"Soon, the world will either kneel...Or burn."
The screen fades to black as the last ember of the cigarette glows…TO BE CONTINUED