Novel & Cerita Geass Zero

TW: graphic BUT CONSENSUAL sex scene ~Nyxie~ I sat beside Kanna as she clung to me, while I interviewed several people to be her personal guard. Erys was with me, probably being more critical than me. We had rejected multiple people, both based on Erys' judgment and my intuition. After two hours, a one eyed demon named Zero came, on recommendation from my brothers. My intuition sensed nothing off about him, and he answered every one of our questions truthfully. Erys and I nodded. "Congratulations, Zero. You have passed the interview. Kanna, would you like to say anything?"

He was crossed-legged sitting on a small pillow, and his entire joint had burning candle around him. "Zero?" I asked. "I am Zero the Great." He responded. "You seek me for what?" He asked. This whole thing started to feel ridiculous. I wondered why I had followed a person's referral to a person's referral to this guy, and felt like I'd been duped into paying for information from a geek that lived in a simulated world.

Zella crouched down and covered Gabriel's open eyes with her hands. "I have eliminated him," Zella spoke into the Earpiece that was interconnected to her other agents. "No, it's not. It wasn't him," A01 informed Zella. Zella's gaze widened, she quickly pulled Gabriel's neck collar to make sure once again, and sure enough, there was no butterfly tattoo. Although, Gabriel did have two dimples. "Shit!" Zella stood back up, she tore the tail of her dress. "I found it." L03's voice rang out as Zella ran.

“I’m in your depth, and I pay my respect, God Ophiuchus.” Satisfied, and where HE expects it from the shard soul of Ai, and within the world and book that lies within the very center and the prison of the seven-original sin from the primordial times. HE accepts, then introduces HIMSELF. “Zero. In this void, world and time. I am named Zero. Given by my princess and the one I swear to protect.” “What favor could this be for letting me into your presence, God?”

My heart sank at her words, the weight of the situation heavy on my mind. But Geneva wasn't done yet. "But don't worry," she said, her tone reassuring. "I'll tell you the name of one of them." "Who is it? Tell me." "Zero. Zero is a spy." Geneva spat. I felt like the floor had dropped out from beneath me at the mention of Zero's name. I couldn't believe it. I trusted Zero. How could she be a spy? And who was she working for? The questions raced through my mind, my heart beating fast with a sense of urgency.

He’s always busy. ___ Meanwhile, Cassius stepped into a dark room where Zero was tied up, his hands above his head as he hung. Bruises and dried blood covered his face and exposed chest. He was breathing slowly. "Hey, old friend," Cassius grabbed a cookie and enjoyed the flavor. Zero opened his swollen, heavy eyes and looked at him. He let out a small laugh. "No matter how hard you torture me, Cash, you won't hear a thing. Not because I’m scared of my client, but because I don't want to give you what you want."

Jack whispered. Sebastian held his breath. He used a micro-laser welder. Click. The tap was in. A green light blinked. "Zero," Sebastian whispered into his comms. "You're in." [The Heist] Tokyo (Virtual). Zurich (Virtual). Inside the digital realm, a war began. The Baroness's AI (The Guardian) detected the intrusion immediately. [ THREAT DETECTED. LOCKING ACCOUNTS. ] But Zero was faster. His code didn't attack the firewall. It seduced it. It mimicked the Baroness's own biometric signature. [ BIOMETRIC CONFIRMED. WELCOME, BARONESS. ]

The movement was mirrored perfectly by the thing wearing her face. "Call me what you want. But I have your first kiss stored in my databanks. I have the memory of your mother’s funeral. I have every single one of Victor’s whispers." Subject Zero stepped forward, her boots clicking on the vibrating metal floor. The fortress groaned, tilting five degrees to the port side as an engine exploded somewhere below. "The difference is, I don't care about any of it. It’s just data. Efficient. Cold." "You’re a hollow shell," Elodie growled.

My seduction plan had been interrupted by the alert of my dad’s murder attempt. I needed a distraction from…everything. My body still throbbed, it wanted to be touched, it needed him. I needed him. I stood up, my resolution hardening. I wasn't just a billionaire; I was a woman who was tired of waiting for permission to feel alive. I sat up when he came out of the gym in the room He was wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung black athletic shorts. His muscles were rigid, gleaming with a sheen of sweat

“Everything is monitored. Everything is compromised. This message is risky, but time is no longer something we have.” She leaned closer to the camera, like she was speaking only to me. “I am not Jon Tulip. I was never his prisoner, and I was never his weapon. I was his proof of concept. His first success. His greatest mistake.” I felt the silver veins under my skin pulse in response, slow and heavy, like a second heartbeat. “I want to meet you in neutral territory,” Subject Zero said. “No soldiers. No operatives. No handlers. Just us. I will explain your bloodline. Your abilities. And what Jon was really trying to create.”