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Eldritch chaos has unleashed. Contain the entity or the world drowns in its wake.
This is a preview of my debut science-fiction novel:
Axolotl Directive – Vol I: Disabled God
(first draft - Means nothing will be removed and more content will be added later on, feel free to read it).
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Content Advisory — 16+
Viewer discretion advised.
Violence, horror, trauma, mild sexual & drug references, and future themes of self-harm.
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Requesting Access to Remove: Project Axolotl
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[Agent Eagle — Alina Vasile]
Classified Personnel File
Ex-CIA. Wanted to be a chef… ended up as an analyst — not the corporate desk type, but a killer agent working for the extraordinary squad. Bucharest native. Daughter of the Head of FBI and a Chief Medicus director. Hacker prodigy with a workaholic curse. One of the most valuable assets… and the main strategist of Axolot…
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[The End]
I turned off the TV. Clothes scattered, files everywhere — drives, weapons, a laptop breathing secrets.
The phone vibrated. Encrypted line.
I knew this wasn't going to be good.
—
"Eagle, got the location and ID."
"F**k off, Clay!"
"Your contract will be void if you do this. You know that."
"My team is basically dead, Cassie! And you're the last person I need — just give me the target."
"Okay… shipyard."
"Who is my target?! Scouter?"
"No. It's me."
"Are you kidding me?!"
"This is the only leverage you have to escape them. I'm better off dead anyway… after everything."
"Shut up! You soulless piece of sh*t!"
"Even I miss them too…"
"No! I am done killing people!"
"…Bye."
—
I stepped out. Black-clad agents lurking like shadows, guns drawn. This was a trap. Always was. Everything was. The phone rang again. I should've avoided it — but d**n.
—
"Dad?"
"I am sorry, Alina."
—
Gunshot.
Pain detonated through my stomach.
Another voice behind him:
"Great, father kills his daughter. What a family. Now kill him."
"What — wait — I did what…?"
Gunshot.
The ocean watched like a silent witness.
Ship horns. Fog. Abandonment.
"Last chance, Alina… Be our lead. New team. New life. Rich life."
"F**k you…"
"Ivan agreed with us."
(Choking) "…"
"Such a rare kind. All the brains and beauty… still useless. Eagle and father dead. Over."
They left like trash, dumped on the shore of their sins.
I crawled. Phone buzzing. Mom.
—
"Hey, Alina."
"Hey… Mom…"
"What's going on?! Where are you?"
"Mom… I love you all…"
Call ended.
—
Project Axolotl: Removed.
Alina Vasile — Terminated.
Posting logs to the dark web…
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[Message Archives — Saved]
(The last celebration before the massacre)
Ivan: Happy birthday, Alina. Got all your favourite food and… see you tonight.
Suki: Miss our Japan trips. Come soon :)
Orion: Birthday sister. Yes to cupcakes. Also yes to date. XD
Levi: Have a joyous life ahead…
Life pretending to be normal.
Death already scheduled.
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[Dark Web Log 1 — Gambit]
"I was an employee of Syveron — one of the trillion-dollar giants that own everything.
On the outside, the biggest monopoly coagulated with every agency imaginable —
a flawless empire, shining boardrooms, politicians kissing the ring.
But inside?
Rotten. Mold clawing beneath golden paint. Parasites wearing suits.
Tampering evidence, smuggling money, torture… genocide.
We fought monsters, anomalies, cults that shouldn't exist.
Then they killed my team. We were never supposed to exist.
This is what I have left — the truth.
Don't trust Syveron.
They are inevitable, yes.
But if we fight, truth can still be revealed — even without powers.
May God be with you."
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[Abnormal Files — Precursor Clips]
"So, what do you want us to stream about?"
Dark tunnel. Camera crew. Woman holding a folder.
"You sure we won't get banned?"
"This kind of stuff trends more. What is it?"
"I have proof of a conspiracy. Missing people. Syveron."
"That's a lawsuit waiting to happen."
"You'll know everything. After reading this… help me."
(They framed me as dead already…)
"What about families?"
"They lost hope."
(They lied about comrades who died in combat.)
"We'll make it trend."
(If they don't censor you like news channels.)
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[Hadeon Evolution — Classified]
"With a single dose of Treceptonin, anyone becomes a god.
With a single dose of modified Hadeon —
biological warfare through a single soldier.
Let Syveron burn."
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[Soul Descent — Helen]
"How long shall we wait?"
"Patience, Dar. More souls."
Pearlescent woman draped in white-gold.
Hands red as she withdraws from a corpse.
Eight-foot man. Titanium suitcase.
A butler trailing her steps.
Blood. Shores devoured.
A thousand corpses praying silently to the tide.
"It's time."
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[Dark Web Log 2 — Beginning of Nightmare]
It all started during the confidential mission Operation Nightmare —
an unfathomable op led by our beloved leader, Levi.
As he continued his journey through the horrors of…
Prologue End.
Where the fall begins…
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