Continent's roared through the thick tension of a bloodshed battlefield, bullets flew past each territory, skirmishing past lucky ones and killing unlucky ones. Both sides were traumatised with fear, knowing the fact that one of them is going to lose their lives and their loyalty to the army they fought for with an assassination of war crimes.

Bodies dropped like birds as both sides fought for the city, wrecking buildings down onto the ground, bursting into dust as more smoke overlapped the sneered horror. Airstrikes boomed across the air, dropping tanks of bombs destroying more of the city that was once lively, and murdering the trapped innocent and the persistent soldiers.

"Zane! Hurry up, man!" A soldier yelled to his left under the collapsed dusty building, poking his light machine gun through the brick holes. Zane was in the exact positions, but something was different about him, he looked more empty than usual. His apathetic eyes gazed at the war zone with a collected heart thumping at the normal ratio, Zane read the war around him and remained calmly composed.

Zane had an older look to his black patchy skin covered by the history of explosive smoke, his left eye forged into another colour that was so white that it glew in the night. His uncut nails with sharp ends were inky but weren't leaking off the cliff, they were more focused on battling his bleak veins that began to take the form of the darkest black.

"Stop treating me like a kid. I'm twenty-three, you know?" Zane blankly responded as he reloaded his clip into his submachine gun before pulling it back so he could begin his shooting. Zane scanned the area and found one enemy approaching, the figure had a physique of a young man, he wore all black with a multi-camo vest, but something on that vest was horrendous to see.

It was a suicide bomber, one that took the influence of the most horrible organization in the war of Syria. The group disbanded from the Government army and the Rebellion army to create a new army that fought for their hideous assumptions. They joined in the fourth year of this unstoppable eight-year war, the organisation used the most horrid tactics to win over territory and shake the fear inside homeless civilians sabotaged by the conflict.

Zane immediately started firing at the terrorist, he used all of his new clip ammo onto the approaching bomber, one of the bullets luckily hit the collections of wired bombs on the terrorist vest and created an enormous shockwave of fire that burnt the nearest soldiers skins and crumbled the lasting buildings that were on their last leg.

"That's your 200th terrorist kill. Well done!" The old man with a grey beard patted Zane's back, Zane nodded reluctantly and sat up from his position to search for his can of meat resting under a crippled panel. He took the cans of meat and headed out of his holding point to get into a vehicle packed with four soldiers to arrive at a protected base hidden in the deep woods.

Once he arrived at the rocky base, Zane got off the stolen military vehicle and wandered through an aggressive crowd full of armoured people, the base was quite large for being a castle wrapped around a small city. It was abandoned for ancient reasons but once the war began, this was one of the main bases the Shadow Resistance Army viciously held to the ground. It only came under a hostile army once in its eight years.

Struggling past the line of the army into the civilisation shook off the heavy feeling as families ran across the market laughing together, trying their best to ignore what was happening outside these steep circled walls.

"Look, mummy! It's Zane Fog. The Saviour of our town!" A young girl yelped with mere excitement, Zane replied with a wave and a simple nod to the smiling parents and carried on his path to a lonely place that had a beaten-down house rotting to the ground. Zane gained the "Saviour" title after he saved the whole town that was unprotected with no seen soldiers insights, Zane took his weapon when he noticed the sudden panic and began firing upon the rushing opposite army, the terrorist army, and single-handedly took out 56 before Zane received help from the courage civilians.

This interaction began the Shadow-Terrorist collision, which lasted for two years and still is continuing as more brainwashed residents around the world joined the terrorist side, resulting in them growing larger.

"Hey Karkoth, what's my percentage again?" Zane asked as he walked into the void that looked like a mess from the scattered furniture collective dust.

"55%, I'm sorry for not finding the way to stop this from reading higher lengths," Karkoth whimpered inside Zane's thoughts.

"No, it's fine," Zane replied emotionlessly.

"How is it fine?! You're being trapped from these intrusive thoughts that are damaging your soul and deleting the roots of your emotions and feelings!" Karkoth worriedly shouted.

"I have emotions, Karkoth, but it comes in a small portion,"

In the past years, Zane went through a whole lot of troublesome situation that forced him to use the powers that became the known worldwide"Devil's Government Serial Killer." Sometimes his hidden secret found a way to reach the opening of the splashing, drained ocean and took control of the situation Zane gave no consent to. It ruined his reputation for the gained friends that left him but later on be caught for using Zane's popularity to their needs, Zane was betrayed and used for so many things that his heart became frozen and cracked heartlessly.

He began to accept the monster inside him and that percentage that was 20% four years ago dramatically drifted to 50%, losing a lot of his humanity in recovery to his newborn age of becoming a monster he was birthed as.

Some friends stayed, they were the most loyal ones. Ryan, Angelia and Arianell, stuck to Zane's side but eventually had to split for their army regiments, leaving Zane in an empty world full of empty compliments and users.

"I was born this way," Zane said to his reflective, smashed mirror, seeing the bony, dripping wings rip from out of his shoulder pads to complement the shadowy devilish horns that touched feet high. The more he stared in the mirror the more he rehearsed his grey memories, something that ultimately shifted the right eye into a small tint of white halving his lasting amount of blue human eyes.

"I was never human,"

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