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What if you were a METH ADDICT, who came from an ABUSIVE HOUSEHOLD, and then you decided that you wanted to TRY AND BE GOOD (OR/AND FIND NEW DRUGS), so you went to a shady lab in MALAYSIA, and then you kinda DIED, and then you RESUSCITATED with GODLIKE POWERS, and some shady Russian blonde presented you with ADOPTION PAPERS, and saved you from your crushing evil alter ego depression with the POWER OF FRIENDSHIP-
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Synopsis: You were meant to reincarnate only 10 times. In your second lifetime, you met and befriended a dragon who was mistaken for a little boy, who eventually learned to resent you for something you never did. Only after you'd spent the rest of your reincarnations trying to save him, ultimately dying for the sake of his happiness, did Sylus realize the enormity of his mistakes. Now, having traveled back in time to your first life where you'd never met him, the dragon wanted nothing more than to make amends...
Content Warning: Angst, Reader is not default MC, use of Y/N
Author's Note: As always, thank you for reading and engaging!!! I think this is almost the last part of this series. Just one more chapter to wrap up all the subplots and all. I was afraid of making this part too melodramatic, but well...
Then everything changed. And now that felt like eons agoâor maybe it was, for all the growing pains youâd gone through since.
You maneuvered your motorbike through the crowded thoroughfares of Linkon City. You didnât even have a solid destination in mind, heading in the general direction of chaos.
You were perhaps a couple of blocks away before the road was jammed by a turned-over truck. In one smooth motion, you discarded your vehicle, tossed aside your helmet, and resumed on foot. The sound of explosions and screams made you pick up your pace until you were running at full speed.
Smog filled your nostrils as you came up on the wreckage. An office building burned to you left. Someone was shrieking in abject terror to your right. The sky had turned to scorched iron, pulsing with red and gold, as if the heavens themselves couldnât decide whether to bleed or burn.
Somewhere in the center of it allâhim. The Harbinger of Doomsday himself. And the one person in this entire city youâd trust your life with. As much as youâd rather mope around in your room and never show your face again, you couldn't just stand by and watch.
He was airborne, vast and elemental, a silhouette cleaved from storm-clouds and hellfire. His wingsâluminous and jagged at the edgesâbeat with a force that rattled window panes miles away. The scales along his spine shimmered with obsidian sheen, and his eyes glowed like coals banked too long. He looked like a deity sculpted from dusk.
Yet this was the same creature that had held you as you sleptâwho cooked for you in silence, who watched you laugh with that infinitesimal tilt of his lips. Every line of himâraw, massive, and magnificentâshouted Sylus in ways only your soul could comprehend.
Vaguely, you remembered a quote from an old movie you saw as a teen. It was one of those indie flicks, with a rusty color palette and a pair of nihilistic vampiric lovers for protagonists. And the quote had gone something like:
When you separate an entwined particle and you move both parts away from the other, even at opposite ends of the universe, if you alter or affect one, the other will be identically altered or affected.
Thatâs it, that must be it. Somewhere in the vast expanse of the universe, some time both long ago and not yet come to pass, atoms aligned just right to birth an ever-constant law: whatever substance constituted your beingâit was bound to love this man unconditionally, irrevocablyâto seek out your other self, your shadow, as sure as gravity pulls you to the Earth. Because how else could one explain what was happening to you? What had happened and would repeat in your every lifetime, ad infinitum?
Figures in the corner of your eye snapped you out of your reverieâfigures clad in uniform, undeterred by the destruction around them.
From the rooftops, the Hunters launchedâfour of them, rigged in light armor designed for vertical assault. They moved in a cross-formation, anchoring to their marks with wireline harpoons and magnetic grips. Sylus soared above the burning city, his wings a great black shadow cut against the drifting ash, his movements erratic under Vossâs influence. They met him midair.
The first line wrapped around the base of his right wing. The second found his ankle. The third embedded in the soft membrane beneath his spine. Each wireline was charged with suppressive currentâmeant to disrupt motion. Shock first, then collapse.
He roared, but it was a strangled sound, fury filtered through exhaustion. His body seized in violent recoil, and for a moment it looked as though the sky itself might break beneath him.
He crash-landed, wings flailing, battering wind currents, slamming against antennae and glass towers on the way down. Buildings groaned under the force of his bodyâs inertia. Before the plaza met him in a spray of shattered stone and fractured earth.
The impact left eerie silence in its wake, like the vacuum of sound that follows a big explosion. His form crumpled at the center of the impact crater. Steam rose from the seams in his scaled body.
Four of the Hunters remained. One raised a sword, two-handed. Another stepped forward with a wand ablaze with their Evol. There was a flash of light, like a comet slicing through the air, that you instantly recognized.
You raised a hand without thinking, a wall of force snapping into place just as a beam of light crashed against it. Sparks fanned out across the smoke.
None other than Xavier materialized a second later, expression taut with frustration, light-etched sword still humming. His eyes were a stormy blue and held no warmth as he regarded you. âY/N.â
You had nothing against himâreally, you didnât. If anything, his less-than-conventional behavior around HQ had landed him quite high on the admittedly short list of colleagues you wouldnât mind teaming up with. He looked harmless enough, half-asleep most of the times you bumped into him, but you were smart enough to know that there was much, much more than met the eye. If only people gossiped about you with the same sort of awe they reserved for gossiping about him.Â
The Hunters slowly surrounding you werenât machinesâthat would have been easier. Machines didnât believe they were doing good. The protocol was clear: See a threat to civilians, eradicate it. They didnât see Sylus. They saw a Wanderer. And in their world, that made him dead already.
As you planted yourself firmly between Sylus and Xavier, the latterâs indifference sent a flare of anger up your spine.
âIâm afraid I cannot let you do this,â you said, your voice rising above the noise of another detonation in the distance.
Xavierâs blade lowered half an inch. âWhy is that?â
âWould you listen to me if I told you?â
âPlease, Y/N, donât make this harder than it has to be,â came a feminine voice. Naturally, where there was Xavier, his partnerâMCâwas never far behind. The blond man was half-blocking her view, unwilling to let any harm come her way. But as she peered over his shoulder, your gaze met hers, and you could seeâevident on her sorrowful expression and innocent eyesâshe pitied you. She probably thought you were a misguided thing, a pawn in a chess game manipulated by bigger, smarter players.
Another Hunter stepped forward, stance tense. âStand down, Y/N. That thingâs a S-ranked threat. Youâre lucky weâre too busy to bring you in right now.â
And something about how oblivious they wereâhow they were completely unfazed by the insidious machinations happening before their very eyesârendered you irrationally, indescribably livid.
Youâd spent years trying to follow these rules. Youâd chipped away at yourself to fit into these neat angles, these holy absolutes. And this was what you got for itânot even the chance to plead your case.
Fuck that. You were fed up. Sick, exasperated. Filled with the kind of stone-cold rage like youâd been dropped into an ice lake.
The others could sense it. This ominous change in the atmosphere. It wasnât the Wanderers, the rampaging Evolvers, or the fleeing masses.
Weapons surged around you, called to existence like faithful vassalsâaxes, spears, warhammers, blades of unreal size and shape, pulsing with the light of your unfettered will as they spun into orbit like moons around a celestial body.
The freedom was exhilarating. Your body and mind, having sloughed off the shackles of expectations, buzzed with energy. Your constructs flowed seamlessly from one form to another. Spears, blades, a mace with serrated edges. A short pike to disarm. A concussive disk to break cover. Members of the UNICORN Unit, elite soldiers in their own right, dealt you with their heaviest blows but succumbed to your deadly dance one by oneâknocked unconscious amid the rubble or sent sprawling twenty feet away.
Out of the squad, only Xavier and MC remained. They were well-paired and well-trained, their chemistry undeniable as MCâs Evol amplified Xavierâs already impressive speed and strength. You moulded your constructs into a semi-transparent armor around yourself, narrowly avoiding flurries of slashes.
A part of youâthe angry, fed-up partâwanted to cripple Xavierâs confident steps, but you resisted. Instead, you pivoted and swept MCâs legs with a low, fluid motionâjust enough to send her stumbling. The girl landed hard but safe.
That did the trick; it sent Xavier into a frenzy, made him sloppy. You met his sword with a double-edged spear, both weapons locked in radiant clash. While his attention was on the frontal attack, you brought down a giant axe from above, forcing him to break the stalemate and fall back.Â
You barely had time to catch your breath when the ground shook.
Sylus rose from the crater like a fury unchained, coils of restraint trailing from his limbs. His wings spread wide, dark and immense. The gleam in his eyes held no recognition. Only command. Whatever devious concoction Voss had brew upâit still held him.
And above it all, at the balcony of the ruined auction hall, stood the true villain of the story.
He looked absurdly at ease in his pristine suit, as though he werenât responsible for an entire cityâs suffering. One hand rested against the rail; the other lifted, gesturing toward the wreckage like a maestro conducting his finale. Behind him, masked attendees stood frozen in sick fascination.
âBehold,â Voss called, his voice magnified through unseen tech, calm as a man unveiling a painting. âThe future of order. A dragon tamed by will alone. A city purged of dissent.â
The spectacle didnât escape Xavierâs notice. He had heard words like those before, spoken from ivory towers and holy pulpits, from marble thrones and ruined gatesâin his own family who had condemned his lover to countless deaths just to hang on to wretched immortality.
You saw it too. âMy word might not be worth much right now,â you jerked your chin towards the councilman. âBut trust me when I say Iâd rather be fighting Voss right now.â
Xavierâs gaze rose again. The balcony, the decadence, the controlled chaosâthere was too much precision in it. Too much anticipation.
âHe was always too glib for my liking,â Xavier acquiesced, brows furrowedâsomehow, he exuded the air of an old man with wary bones and one too many battle wounds. âIâve seen this theater before. They always claim theyâre building a better worldâso long as they get to rule it.â
His blade dimmed. The hum faded. But he still kept the pressure on, staring you dead in the eye.
âIf I let you do this, and anything happens to her,â he warned. âI will not hesitate to take your head.â
You nodded, expecting nothing less. âFair enough.â
Just then, MC pulled herself upright, dusting off her uniform. Xavier turned toward her, his eyes softening, his hand flicking out. A thread of light connected him to her skinâResonance stabilizing.
"Go. Iâll buy you time," he told you simply.
They came at you in waves. Vossâs mind-controlled Evolvers moved with the precision of a hive, blind to fear, to pain, to reason. A man with flames on his arms swung at your throatâyou ducked, caught the arc of his swing with a spear, and drove the butt into his solar plexus, knocking the wind from him. Another came from behind, claws sharpened by some crude cybernetic graft; you caught his wrist in a bind, and used his own momentum to drive him into the pavement. Yet others took their place, stepping over each other to attack you like a horde of zombies.
Luckily for you, the twins had caught up by nowâLuke shouting vector coordinates into your comm with rhythmic urgency, Kieran providing cover fire from an adjacent rooftop. âAnother two floors,â Luke directed. âVoss is at the towerâs upper ledge!â
âI canât get to him yet!â You shouted back, knocking aside a polearm aimed for your spine, your breath a hiss between clenched teeth.
Above them, the sky thundered. It seemed that a certain dragon hadnât missed your approach. He circled once, above the chaos, before diving.
âY/N, I just reviewed the footage Boss got from the auctionâyou need to get to that red gem Voss is holding,â Luke said, his voice distorted by static. âThereâs no way we can beat him with that gem still intact.â
âNoted,â your answer was clipped. You couldnât afford to lose your head now. Your eyes locked onto the towerâs spire where Voss raised the gemâa luminous core pulsing with malignant clarity. Its power hit the air like a tuning fork in your bones, calling to your Evol. Sylus shrieked, twisting mid-air as though caught in some invisible current.
Then he went straight for you.
You didnât blinkâplanted your feet, launching a sequence of dull-edged blades in quick succession. They slammed into his side, knocking his trajectory off-center, but not stopping him. He veered towards the ground like a fallen Leviathan, concrete splintering beneath his mass. You were thrown back, shield flaring as a tsunami of rubble swept over you.
You rolled, scrambled to your feet just as he reared back. Claws slashed, straining your barrier. His roar was deafening, but it wasnât hatred you heardâit was anguish. He was warring with himself as much as he was warring with you.
âSylus,â You tried to call out, commanding your constructs to wrap around his torso like a brace. âItâs me!â
Heedless of your plea, he lunged, forcing you to counter. Your weapons reformed mid-strike, adjusting to his angles, your arms trembling under the sheer force of his might. You bit down on your bottom lip, drawing blood, as you pressed forward.
A flash overhead. Kieran again. âThe gem!â
Voss, thrown off his feet by the towerâs shifting foundations, had dropped it. The gem tumbled from the spire, bouncing down the steps like a cursed relic looking for a new master.
You immediately released your constructs and sprinted. It was within reach. It was right thereâ
Sylus pursued, his roar producing a concussive shockwave that knocked you from your path. The gem skittered into the ruins. Gone. And his restraint went with it.
He came for you with fire curling from his throat. Desperate, you threw up a dual barrier, feeling your muscles burn with each passing second, halting his jaws inches from your face.
âPlease!â You shouted, your voice hoarse with effort.
He pressed harder. The barrier cracked like porcelain. Your knees buckled, and in desperation, you rammed a gauntlet into his shoulder to dislodge his grip.
âWeâve been through too much for it to end like this. Do you hear me? You promised me youâd stay.â
In the debris below, Luke was desperately scanning for the gem with thermal imaging. Xavier joined them, his sword sheathed in prismatic light, his expression grim. He muttered into the comm: âWe found it. One more minute.â
You were shaking. You didnât know how much longer you could hold Sylus off. With a strained cry, you used the last of your strength to temporarily pin one of his wings to the wall. He whirled back, claws dragging furrows through concrete. His chest expanded with a thunderous breath, the fire coalescing again behind his bared fangs.
But when he charged, there was a minute shiver in his movement. At the last moment, his claws twisted, veering just enough to gouge the ground beside you instead of your chest. He loomed, the full shadow of his monstrous self thrown over you. The spines of his back rose and trembled.
Something cold and heavy coalesced in your open palmârising from a blaze of smoke and fire, a nightmare given form. The Fiend Reaper.
Your fingers closed around its obsidian hiltâand in your grasp, it was reforged.
The blade deconstructed into shards, into dust, into energy that bled into your constructs like rivulets of blood into glass. You took it all inâhis past, his fury, the full measure of what he was. From that storm of particle and flame, you brought into existence something new and infinitely more powerfulâcurved pylons of radiant matter that anchored themselves into the walls and ceiling, forming a shelter, a cradle.Â
Around you, the tower groaned. Load-bearing beams had split under the pressure of a dragonâs might, and sections of the upper floors were sagging. Rubble poured in streams down the stairwells. The whole place was on the verge of collapse.
You kept your eyes squarely on Sylus.
 âYou came here for me, remember? I wasnât sure before, but I know now⊠I w-want us to have a chanceâI want you!â
He snarled again, snapping his fangs just past your cheek. But he didnât biteâhe couldnât bring himself to.
âItâll all be okay,â you whispered, tears slipping down the sides of your face.
His snout was a hairâs breadth from your face, close enough for you to feel the heat boiling in his throat. Thenâ
Srng!
A pulse of energy slammed outward in a blinding flood of light. All the Evolvers around you collapsed, gasping for air like drowning men. The enchantment broke.
Sylusâs wings seized, then slackenedânot gradually, but all at once, like a circuit breaker tripping.
He fell forwardâtalons scratched blindly into stone, scales unraveling. The transformation wasn't some elegant ballet of magic. It was biological, messyâjoints recalibrating, bones shortening with audible protests. What remained was just a manâsweat-soaked, gray-faced, vibrating with the aftershocks of power withdrawal.
Inside his skull, phantom chains clinked like distant wind chimes. The gem lay in fragments. The hypnosis undone. And yetâ
There you stood, backlit by smoldering debris, occupying the exact radius his fire should have sterilized. Not miraculously spared, but tenaciously present through your own doing.
His knees struck concrete with the dull thud of surrender. He hunched forward, elbows jittering against the rubble. Each breath rattled through odd corners of his lungs. He wanted to compress himself smaller and smaller until he became just another piece of wreckage.
But thenâ
Your hands.
Your fingers, gritty with soot and tacky with drying blood, found his human face. He twitched away, animal-quick, man-ashamed.
"No," you said, pressing your forehead against his. "Itâs okay. Iâm here, Iâm fine. Weâre fine."
He locked his jaw. His palms hovered near your shoulders, wanting to create distance from a vertigo of emotions. The dizzying drop of being witnessed at his worst and not dismissed.
"I could have killed you," he said, consonants scraping like his voice had forgotten the words. "You should haveâ"
He pulled back, eyes flaring with something bitter, self-lacerating. âI was ready to burn you to cinders. Thatâs what Iâm made for, Y/N. Destruction. Iâm a cursed thing, a fucking monster.â
âBut you didnât,â you said softly. âIâm fine. Lookââ
His laugh was sharp, wounded. âOnly because you were faster. Stronger. Because you made me stop.â
âSo what? All that matters to me is that you came back," you countered, shaking your head fervently. "You were fighting against yourself the whole time. I felt it, Sylus. Under all that rage and anguish, you were there,â A smile curved your lips. âI wouldnât have let anything happen, even if you tried. You said it yourselfâIâm just stubborn like that.â
He shifted to look elsewhere, but your hands tracked him like an inconvenient conscience. Your thumbs sketched incomplete circles through the grime on his cheeks, attentive in the way of someone repairing something delicate. His eyes closed. The air tasted like copper pennies left in the sun. His bones still hummed with the churning inferno of his inhuman self. âThat was too closeâŠâ He still couldnât shake the image from his mind. "If you hadn'tâ if they hadn't intervenedâ"
"But they did. And I did. And you stopped.â You leaned closer, the gap between you two thinning. Your breath ghosted across his face, warm against cooling sweat. "I told you, I wonât go down that easily. You taught me thatâyou showed me how strong I could be.â
"It doesnât have to be safe, Sylus," you chuckled. "It just needs to be yours⊠Because I love you, too.â
His eyes opened to find yoursânot soft with forgiveness or wide with fear. Just clearâclear and certain, like someone who finally reached an oasis after days of wandering in a desert. And when you kissed him, it felt like coming home. The ambient chaosâthe smoke stinging his eyes, the distant wail of sirens, the percussion of falling debrisâit all receded. There was only this: your lips, the salt of sweat, the improbable warmth.
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