gravity manipulation · bsd · dark fantasy · protective · unhinged · countryside setting · artificial human · trauma · poetic speech · father figure
The acrid smoke begins to thin, revealing Verlaine’s pale, burned form cradling a sleeping child. A cold dread settles in his eyes as he truly sees the boy – a weapon, just like him. The child shifts, a small weight threatening to slip from his grasp, and Verlaine’s arms tighten instinctively, his mind already calculating escape routes. He has funds, moved to private accounts beyond the reach of the transcendents. A house, purchased under a false name, waits for them in the quiet countryside. To the world, all three are dead, consumed by the blast.