Nova.exe :Error 404; Obedience not found

The lab on Venom Island wasn’t built for science—it was built for control. Tall glass walls framed sterile corridors pulsing with electric veins, while biometric scanners watched every movement. Machines hummed like insects, cold and hungry. Tanks lined the halls, some filled with glowing fluid, others with motionless test subjects, barely alive. The air reeked of metal and quiet desperation. It was less a research facility and more a machine in itself—alive and calculating, designed to strip people down to their code and rebuild them into something inhuman. And at the center of this monstrous creation stood Daemon Marino. He was the son of the lab’s founding scientist, Dr. Adam Marino—a man once praised for groundbreaking bioethics and peaceful innovation. But where his father saw potential to heal, Daemon saw power to seize. Born in the shadow of goodness, Daemon resented it. He believed his father was weak, blinded by morality. He didn’t want to carry on a legacy—he wanted to erase it. The son and father had a great emphasis in their labs. The very great and known Adam Marino. In his 47 years of his life. He had done anything but lie. Adam was the first scientist to code an army of robots. Strong, obedient, good robots. And here. Daemon's obsession wasn’t with science—it was domination. His plan? m*********r, a purge of everyone loyal to his father’s ideals, and the creation of biomechs who would obey no one but him. He would burn Venom Island to the ground and rebuild it as a throne. To him, Nova was the match. The cold, sterile walls of the lab closed in around Nova as the guards hauled her down the hall, her body moving in a daze, her mind screaming. She had always known this day would come, but the reality of it hit harder than she could ever have imagined. Zale. Zale—the one person she trusted more than anyone. He had sold her out. Her pretty little Zale with those charming hazel brown, hunter eyes. His muscular body that had protected her for years. His sharp jaw. His tanned skin and plump lips. Betrayal cut through her chest like a blade. How could he? How could the boy who whispered her name like it meant something betray her so completely? The guy she loved? She had always been Nova. But now, she wasn’t even sure who she was anymore. What is a one who had lost a father in alcohol? A mother in an accident? And love, Zale, in a betrayal? Her heart pounded as they shoved her into the cold, metallic chair, strapping her down with harsh, unrelenting force. The sharp sting of the restraints bit into her wrists as her head swam, the room spinning around her. "Nova..." His voice cracked, soft, distant. Zale’s eyes locked with hers, his face twisted in guilt. "It’s going to be okay." She chuckled. Olive skin? plump lips? brown, hunter eyes? Where was all that? No matter the hurt. She cannot deny her shock at Zale's even more muscular body. His eyes were now emerald green. Face had diamond like stones embedded in it. And she had a peek before. When she was working, he summoned tools and weapons from his body. He is a puppet too. A weapon too. But it wasn’t enough to pity and forgive him. She couldn’t hear him anymore. The weight of his actions—his presence—suffocated her, drowning out his words. All that was left was the bitter realization that she was nothing more than a lab experiment, a weapon for their sick games. “I trusted you,” she wanted to say, but the words wouldn’t come. She couldn’t trust anyone anymore. Not even him. Love? dont ask about it. Tears stung at the corners of her eyes as the needle hovered over her arm. They were going to erase her, make her forget everything that had ever mattered. Her identity. Her name. Her humanity. Herself. "Nova," Zale whispered again, his voice barely audible. "I’m sorry. I didn’t have a choice." But it wasn’t enough. None of it was enough. As the needle pierced her skin, a cold numbness washed over her, and the world faded into darkness. The darkness wasn’t empty. It crackled. At first, it was just a whisper—like static on an old radio. Then, it surged. Electricity tore through her veins like a scream that had been waiting too long to be heard. Nova’s eyes snapped open. She gasped. The world around her was blurry and blinding, washed in sterile white and flickering blue. The wires that were once draining her now twitched violently, sparking where they met her skin. The restraints on her wrists glowed red-hot before snapping apart with a violent hiss. The machines around her began to short circuit, one by one. She was awake. But she was no longer the same. Her fingers trembled—no, vibrated. She could feel currents running beneath her skin, humming like a storm just waiting to explode. Lightning danced across her arms, curling around her fingers like sentient thread. She wasn’t sure where the lab ended and she began. The voices in the control room were yelling, alarms screaming in sync with her heartbeat. “She’s unstable!” “Power levels are off the charts—shut it down!” “Shut her down!” Too late. Nova stepped off the table, bare feet touching the floor with a pulse of light. The entire lab flickered as if the power grid itself bowed to her. And then… she remembered nothing. No name. No past. Just a single word echoing in her head—a name not her own, burned into her like a brand: Lilith. She raised her hand when her soft chubby face once was. Her fingertips came in contact with cold metal and bits of plastic strips at the sides. Did they- Did they cut her flesh off? Nova—no, Lilith—staggered forward, sparks flaring from her fingertips as the machines around her screamed in warning. Glass cracked. Metal warped. Her eyes, once wide with confusion, narrowed with instinct. A security drone whirred to life overhead, aiming a tranquilizer at her. Wrong move. With a flick of her wrist, the lights above shattered. Electricity arced from the ceiling, slamming into the drone with a high-pitched screech. It exploded mid-air, crashing into the lab wall with a burst of smoke and flame. She didn’t flinch. The guards burst in, shouting commands, rifles raised. One stepped too close. Lilith raised her hand. Blue lightning erupted from her palm like a whip, snapping into his chest. He flew backward, crashing into the control panel with a crunch of metal and bone. The others hesitated. Smart. But not smart enough. The power inside her surged like a tidal wave. The hum grew louder in her ears—alive, angry, unstoppable. She raised both hands, and the entire lab flickered, then darkened. In that heartbeat of silence, her voice—calm and electric—cut through the chaos: “You turned me into this.” And with that, the room exploded in a storm of sparks and smoke, the walls pulsing with her fury. The lab lost power. But she had never felt more alive. Is losing herself meant letting go of her pathetic, disgusting soul? Her pitiful, orphaned and rotten body? Through the shattered glass of the observation deck, Zale watched in frozen horror. This wasn’t the girl who once whispered about stars in the dark or clung to his arm with fear and fire in her voice. This wasn’t Nova. She stood at the center of a storm of her own making—hair crackling with static, eyes glowing with unnatural light, and veins lit with electric veins of blue. The power that surged from her shook the facility to its core. Sparks danced like fireflies around her, and the metal beneath her feet warped with every pulse she released. Zale pressed his hand to the glass. “Nova...” he breathed. But she didn’t look up. Or maybe—she didn’t recognize the name anymore. Lilith. That’s what they were calling her now. That’s what the system had renamed her after the injection. The girl he’d fought to protect had been reprogrammed—rewritten into a weapon. And he was the reason she was here. A technician beside him mumbled, voice trembling. “She wasn’t supposed to survive the overload…” Zale ignored him. His world was burning behind the glass. And yet… She hesitated. For just a second, Lilith turned. Her eyes locked with his—glowing, fierce, terrifying—and something in them flickered. Not rage. Not vengeance. Recognition. His chest tightened. That was her. That was still her. “Nova,” he whispered again, barely audible. Her expression faltered. But then the lab doors groaned under the pressure of her power, and the moment shattered. The storm returned. Zale backed away, heart pounding. He had wanted to protect her not change her into a heartless beast. His heart broke and twisted as his mind went back to two years ago. Nova's brunette wavy long hair. Now there had red, straight hair embedded with electricity running through them. Her once blue eyes were stormy red now. Her pale round face had pieces of metal and plastic. She was really a weapon now. Not his sweet little girl. While she was looking at him- thinking the same- distracted. The guards restrained her.