The Purification Oblivion Novels & Stories

But near the Great Fountain, a different kind of stillness took root. The distillery ruins coughed up the ‘Failed.’ Dozens of them. Shifter hybrids with translucent skin and mercury-veined limbs crawled across the basalt. Violet sludge trailed behind them, staining the floor. Since the purification began—since I turned my marrow into a filter to provide clear water for the city—the air had become their poison. "Mommy, look at them. They’re... they’re stopping," Leo whispered.

"Maybe I’m tired of knowing." "I'm not." I turned on Miller. I didn't roar. I didn't have to. The air in the nave thickened. Two "Purifiers"—human fanatics in grey tactical gear—stepped out from the shadows of the confessionals. They leveled silver-loaded submachine guns at my chest. "Don't," Miller warned. "The timer is at two minutes. If the purification isn't completed, the switch triggers anyway. It’s a safety feature. We don't leave half-finished jobs."

“She’s burning it. She’s triggering a full data purification cycle on that server sector.” On the main screen, a progress bar appeared, cold and merciless. PURGE IN PROGRESS: 15% “No,” Anton breathed, crossing the room to stand behind Sabe. He watched the percentage tick upward, each point a piece of his future turning to digital ash. The proof. The meticulously gathered evidence that could clear his name and implicate his brother was being systematically erased in real-time. It was the server room fire all over again, but this was colder, quieter, and somehow more final.

“It talks of a force known as the 'Purifier,' a being of light that was said to cleanse worlds of corruption.” Ethan’s heart skipped a beat. “That sounds like what the figure said, the light was going to cleanse our world.” Mariam continued reading, her brow furrowing as she deciphered the ancient words. “The Purifier is described as a force of renewal, but its methods are… ruthless. It sees all forms of corruption as something to be eradicated, no matter the cost.” “So it’s not just about destroying the abyss,” Clara said, realization dawning on her. “It’s about wiping out everything that it sees as tainted, everything and everyone.”

“Nothing physical or essential will hold what belongs to nothing.” While hundreds of people knelt before something they did not dare to name, Alexei realized the dimension of the problem: They did not just want to break the bond and “free” Umbra. They wanted to destroy Carla. Body and soul. Alexei’s expression changed, becoming dark, and the black smoke rose again up his arm. The Grand Master raised his hand. “Let us praise the age of Oblivion.” ***

she wished she could kill him right now. Lucian chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re smarter than that, Serena. You’ve always known something was off, haven’t you?” Her heart beat spiked. He was playing with her, Twisting her thoughts. She clenched her teeth. “Shut up.” Lucian leaned closer, his voice a low whisper. “Do You want proof?” He pulled a flash drive from his pocket and held it between two fingers. Lucian smirked as he continued “Your father didn’t just kill your mother. He sold her out.”

It was an art magic that they learned on the academy. Gabriel was the best in art magic. Maybe, chanting was his forte. While, he- he's good in runes and chanting too. Actually he got thirty art magic that he made on his own. One of it he uses four days ago when he was fighting the Darfetious armies. His art magic no. 20, the purifying death. It was a magic that of light element. A purifying death is a magic that purifies those who has malice inside them which was best applies on the human beasts creatures but, it can also applied in every beings including the mythical creature. When the light touches one itself, the stronger the malice the nearest to death.

I muttered to myself. For those who don't know, VH14 is the result of research conducted by an American doctor named Victor Graham. His aim was to find a cure for a deadly virus that was claiming countless lives. However, during the process of creating the antidote, they accidentally stumbled upon something even more powerful - something that could create an army of humans. With a single shot of VH14, the victim loses all sense of reasoning and becomes entirely submissive to the first person who speaks to them. The person will only recognize the first voice that speaks to them, making them incredibly dangerous in the wrong hands.

The floor was obsidian, polished until her reflection stared up at her from below—a girl standing in a dragon’s world, draped in nothing but memory and dread. She was stripped without ceremony and lowered into water that glowed faintly red. Her skin prickled at the heat, but she didn’t flinch. Not even when it reached her throat, when it kissed old bruises left by fear. The water slid over her like molten silk, thick with minerals and magic. She sank deeper into it, her arms floating weightless at her sides as the heat worked its way through her bones. Hands moved over her—efficient, precise, impersonal. One held her wrist while another guided a cloth along the curve of her back, down her sp

"A demon king who has slaughtered thousands. Who tried to break through the Gate three thousand years ago and nearly destroyed the world. Who is trying to do it *again,* using you as his weapon. And I will not let that happen." She turned toward the door. "The purification begins at sunset," she said. "Pray to the Moon. Beg Her forgiveness for the demon taint you carry. Perhaps She will grant you mercy." She left. The cell door *slammed.* Locking. Sealing. Luna was alone. --- **Six hours later.** The purification chamber was underground. Deep. So deep Luna could feel the weight of the earth pressing down. Suffocating. They had dragged her here in chains.