Resident Evil: Degeneration Leon Novels & Stories

Leo didn't fall back into the Mosaic-World; he executed into it. He arrived as a vertical pillar of golden source-code, slamming into the non-Euclidean ruins of the Andean Spire. The "Mother’s" microchip had integrated with his "Hollow" chest, turning the vacuum into a Command Console. For the first time, Leo didn't see the world through human eyes; he saw the wireframes, the texture maps, and the flickering probability scripts that defined every leaf and every life.

He didn't look at the Prime with hate; he looked at him with a terrifying, clinical devotion. "I am... ready," Leo murmured, his voice sounding like dry earth shifting over a grave. The floor beneath Leo began to rise, a pedestal of glowing bone pulling him toward the aperture in the Prime’s chest. The "Correction" was being retrieved. The child was being deleted to fix the species. "NO!" I shrieked. The sound was a bloody excavation from my stone throat. I lunged forward, my right hand clawing at the quartz floor, dragging my 94% petrified body with a violence that made the stone on my ribs crack.

Even the walls groaned as if protesting some invisible force. Leon laughed, a sound that echoed strangely through the basement. “Do you feel it, Damian? This power? This… evolution?” Damian forced himself back to his feet. Every instinct screamed at him to retreat, to protect Julian. He grabbed a steel pipe from a nearby shelf and swung it, aiming to keep Leon at bay, to create distance. Leon caught the pipe effortlessly, snapping it in half with a flick of his wrist. The fragments clattered across the floor. He stepped closer again, calm, dangerous. “You cannot fight what you do not understand. And you do not understand him.”

In the dwindling light of the fireball, Damonq recognized two of the three. One called himself Ravenous. He must have turned quite recently because he was disheveled and shaky as he came out of the ground. The second one he recognized was named Eugen, and he also must have turned recently. Both had been a few centuries younger, but they’d been impressive hunters. Leon must be the master demon, or at least moving in that direction. He gave the information to Afanasiv even as he drove straight at Leon. Leon squawked and hurtled a spinning spear of fire at him, dodging to the left and disappearing behind a large rock.

“There’s no-” “Find one!”, Ian yelled. Yu Zhen had already stood over to the side, letting Ian avenge his wife himself. “I can’t tal-” Ian released him so he could say what he needed to. “She needs to remember something, and then embellish the thing, her other memories would flow back in”, Leon cried. He felt like Ian had added tiny needles in his hands that he used to make sure the chokehold would kill him faster than normal. “If it doesn’t work, you’re dead”, Ian smiled and Leon felt chills in his spine. Ian was ruthless, and Leon felt like he was evil. His father had always told him Ian was actually a demon child and that he didn’t like Hillary because of the devil she birthed.

He stepped back into the black portal in front of him, taking her to his castle in the underworld. *** Leon’s castle is a duplicate of Neuschwanstein Castle in Germany --the human world. Because of his love for the castle’s architecture, Leon built his castle in Devil Reign, resembling Neuschwanstein Castle. However, with a view with a dark atmosphere typical of the demon world. The grandeur of the castle is proof of Leon’s power and glory as Lord of Corruption, the Avatar of Pride. One of The Seven Lords —The Seven Great Sins of Hell. When they arrived at the castle, the demonic servants dressed in black and the incarnations of Bunny, who wore tall hats and black robes, lined up and greeted

You brought me specifically to see how you tortured Madeleine, didn't you? "Me? Killed Madeleine? Leon's tone was questioning, but he seemed to be trying to recall something when he saw Madeleine lying dead on the ground. But presently Leon said indifferently. "She deserved to die!" "Leon, have you forgotten what you did yourself?" I wiped the stain from the corner of my mouth with my hand, and fixed my eyes on him. "It seems that you really don't remember what you did! Leon, listen. Your body is being controlled by the Dark Spirit Emissary, and we must find a way to get rid of him!"

Adam’s POV “You’re dead, motherfucker.” I growled as all three of us circled, the snake darting its tongue out to taste the air. “I think not.” Leon hissed in anger. “I have the blood of a God in me; one bread for the very reassson of conssssuming the moon. You; you are just a puny wolf. You and thissss wolf here will die and I will finish what my ancestorsss ssstarted.” With that his head started for me at lighting speed as I reached up my arm to intentionally take the bite. I wanted him there. As long as he was focused on me, Axel would be open to attack.

One unread message waits on the screen, from Leon. 'Come to the den, food’s ready.'

warning about eternal fire and the devil’s grip on this generation. Leon’s hands trembled in his lap. He could feel sweat sliding down his back under his shirt. His bandaged knees ached from sitting so still, but he didn’t dare shift. Every sentence felt like it was aimed directly at him. The memories he tried so hard to bury kept surfacing — Aaron’s thumb on his tongue, the almost-kiss on the rooftop, the way his body had reacted in the shower earlier while thinking about the very things his father was now calling demonic. *Unclean. Abomination. Perverse.*