"Some debts aren't paid in gold... but in fire, blood, and broken names."
Green lights flickered like warnings inside the underground facility of Dimitri Snova.Skiller Snova moved past the inert bodies of the guards, his cynical smile unwavering.His steps were calm. Precise. He knew exactly what he was looking for—and nothing would stop him.
Before him stood a crystal chamber containing Zaira's body—Aisha's mother.Her pale skin and serene expression looked like a life frozen in time."You let yourself become a myth," he murmured, brushing his fingers over her cold cheek. "I always preferred chaos."It wasn't love. It was debt. And Skiller never left a debt unpaid.
With a swift strike, he shattered the glass, releasing the water and ripping out the cables that had imprisoned her.
"Well, brother… how low have you sunk? Obsessed with this?" he said while lifting Zaira into his arms.
He pressed a hidden button on the wall. A red alert triggered the self-destruction protocol.Sirens wailed. Explosions ignited the facility's veins as Skiller carried his "gift" away.
Hours later, Dimitri stood among the smoldering ruins, his gaze a blade honed by fury.Before him, a line of tied guards awaited his judgment.
"Who was it?" he asked coldly, every syllable like a scalpel.
One guard, trembling, muttered, "It was… Skiller. Your brother."
Before another word left his mouth, Dimitri raised his hand.Two shots. Two corpses.
"Oh, dear brother…" Dimitri whispered as he descended deeper into the ruins.
In a dark cell, he found a tall man with a powerful build, handsome face, crimson eyes, and dark hair.The stench around him made Dimitri flinch.It was Skiller, waiting, leaning against the wall, soaked in blood—his smile intact.
"Dimitri. Always on time. Did you miss my special touch?" Skiller smirked.
The tension cracked like dry bone between them.
Dimitri lunged forward, but Skiller caught him midair, slamming him into the wall with monstrous force."Stop pretending, Dimitri. You think you can stop me?" he whispered, then let him drop.
Dimitri stumbled back, stalling for time.But Skiller was faster—inhumanly fast. In one fluid movement, he disarmed him, leaving the director exposed.
Skiller smashed open a nearby hatch and stared directly into a camera."We'll meet again, Dimitri. Be ready next time."
Dimitri adjusted his stance, unfazed."No one leaves here alive today, Skiller."
Suddenly, gas canisters hissed open. A dense fog filled the chamber.Dimitri smiled coldly, flicked open a lighter, and tossed it into the gas.
"If I go down, I'll make sure you take something with you, brother."
Fire exploded, devouring everything in its path.Using his own guards as shields, Dimitri fled and sealed the blast doors behind him.
Inside the inferno, Skiller didn't falter.With supernatural strength, he smashed through a steel panel and emerged from the rubble.His body burned. His will unbroken.
"Is that all you've got, Dimitri?" he muttered, brushing dust from his torn clothes."You always thought you could control me. But you're the most broken experiment of all."
From somewhere inside the smoke, Dimitri shouted:"I'm the only thing keeping you sane!"
Skiller grinned. "Then you better start trembling."
He found several captives unconscious in nearby cells.With brutal efficiency, he pulled them out before the fire reached them.
Among the survivors were Aisha and Varek—both limp from toxic gas.Without hesitation, Skiller carried them out.
At Skiller's house, the atmosphere was heavy but calmer than the chaos before.Ishana, ever diligent, tended to the injured.
Skiller, bruised and bandaged, remained upright. Silent. Watching.
Aisha lay wrapped in clean sheets still stained with ash.Skiller sat beside her, shirt torn, knuckles raw, chest still pounding with rage.
"Zaira… I brought her back to you," he whispered.
His finger traced a damp strand of Aisha's hair with a tenderness no one would expect from him.
"I don't know if she looks more like you or him. But this much I know—she's going to break them all."
He smiled, but his eyes held no laughter.
"And when she does... I'll be watching.With a drink in one hand—and a match in the other."
Varek, seated in the corner, had heard everything.His gaze never left Aisha. His emotions a storm wrapped in silence.
Skiller, always ready to poke the wound, couldn't resist:
"Varek, don't bother hiding it. She means more to you than you admit," he said with a wicked grin.
"Shut up, Skiller," Varek growled, still staring at Aisha.
Her lips were dry, but she managed to whisper:
"…What happened?"
She looked straight at Varek.Through fire, gas, and shadows—he had been the one constant.
And that, more than the poison or Skiller's madness, scared her.
Because hearts should never cling to what burns.
Varek stood and approached.
"You're safe now. That's all that matters," he said, his voice trembling despite its strength.
Aisha met his eyes—half-grateful, half-lost.There was something between them that words couldn't define.
Something not even Skiller, with all his games, could destroy.