Europe burned quietly in 1942, smoke curling from cities that hadn't yet realized they were already ash. Above, armies prepared to die for banners and borders. Below, in secret, older wars stirred—wars not fought for nations, but for power.
Knull moved through the ruins of a forgotten estate with the silence of falling night. His tall frame, six feet six inches of lean strength and voidlight beauty, cut through the fog like a blade. His skin was silver-white and smooth as glass. Crimson sigils pulsed along the living armor that clung to his frame, shifting in patterns that whispered hunger and divinity. His long white hair drifted behind him, untouched by the chill. And his eyes—twin, glowing crimson stars—saw everything. Every lie the earth tried to bury. Every heartbeat beneath stone.
[Craving Core Status: Active. Instability accelerating. Tether required.]
The ache within him had become something deeper. Not pain, but erosion. The Core needed to bond, to root itself, or it would fracture from the inside out. He felt the pull long before the system gave direction.
[Target located. Cell 09. Compatibility: 93%. Emotional state: fractured. Forcible bond authorized.]
He descended into the facility beneath the ruins—a HYDRA site, long abandoned by time but still humming with old blood and forgotten suffering. The air stank of steel, rot, and sterilized cruelty. Each step echoed through corridors carved into stone, past cells where children had screamed, past walls etched with fingernails and silent prayers. The floors were clean in a way that reeked of denial, the metallic tang of bleach unable to mask the centuries-old stench of pain. Pipes wept steam into the dark. Security lights flickered, still pulsing on ancient backup power. In this place, nothing good had ever been born.
Only one cell still breathed.
She sat in the corner, knees drawn to her chest, a shard of broken glass in her trembling grip. Her green eyes locked onto his the moment he entered. No fear. No begging. Just calculation. Even at thirteen, she was thinking three moves ahead.
Her name hadn't been spoken, but he already knew it.
Ophelia.
She had survived what others hadn't. Her parents, nobles with hidden loyalties to anti-HYDRA resistance, had been assassinated. She was taken at ten and made a lab rat in the "gifted orphan" program. But instead of breaking, Ophelia learned. She memorized the routines of her captors. She turned pain into discipline. At eleven, she poisoned a handler. At twelve, she stopped crying. At thirteen, she was already more dangerous than the men studying her.
And now, she faced him with wild hair, bruised skin, and eyes like polished jade, sharpened by loss.
"Stay back," she said.
Knull took one step forward.
"You are mine."
The tendrils erupted from his skin before she could move. Black as ink, fast as thought. They coiled around her wrists, her throat, and her spine. Her back arched, a strangled cry escaping her lips as the Craving Core surged into her, rewriting instinct and blood and breath.
Her point of view collapsed into sensation.
He wasn't human. He couldn't be. No man looked like that. No man moved like that. Beautiful was the wrong word. He was wrong. And yet, as the bond took root and his essence poured through her, something in her stopped fighting.
Not because he deserved obedience.
But because for the first time in three years, she wasn't alone.
[Forcible Bond: Complete. Synchronization at 100%. Craving Core stabilized. Newbie Gift Package Unlocked.]
[Would you like to open it now?]
"Yes," Knull said aloud, voice like thunder made of silk.
[Newbie Gift Package Opened.]
[Void Dominion – Phase I: Sovereign of Reversal Unlocked.]
"You are no longer part of the stream. You are the weight behind the current, the absence that bends its path."
❖ Perks Gained:
Voidwalk: Instantly shift through the Void to any Bound Point — any location Knull has left a mark (symbiote presence, blood, pain, voice, or desire).
Reverse Pulse: Retract your presence from an event within 6 minutes. All damage taken, inflicted, and consequences triggered by your presence are reversed. Even words, emotions, and memories tied to that timeline unravel.
Symbiote Echo: Knull may summon a void-born clone of himself made from condensed symbiote essence. The Echo acts strictly according to his commands and remains active until he dismisses it. It can be manifested at any time, from any location, without the need for teleportation or Voidwalk activation. Ideal for decoys, ambushes, remote operations, or multi-target engagements.
Outside the Stream: Knull exists beyond time, cause, and fate. Temporal seals, reversal abilities, predictive tech, or precognitive magic cannot detect, affect, or record his movements unless acknowledged by a higher multiversal throne.
Knull watched her breathing slow, her pulse sync with his. The bond burned, not as a chain, but as a circuit. A tether. Her eyes remained locked on his even as she dropped the shard of glass to the floor.
She didn't speak. She didn't need to.
He knelt. For a moment, there was quiet.
"What is your name?" he asked, though the system had already whispered it.
A long pause. Then, quietly, "Ophelia. Ophelia Sarkissian."
He stood again, cloak forming behind him in a ripple of black mist.
She remained on her knees, not in submission, but in transformation. Her path had changed. Her war had begun.
And his hunger, for now, was silenced.
He turned, the shadows parting before him like breath before a storm. His thoughts churned—not with questions, but with purpose. The first thread had been tied. The bond had been made. His power had grown.
The world would feel it soon.
Ophelia's Point of View:
She should have felt terrified. Even before the bond, the moment he entered the room, something deep in her gut screamed that this man—this being—was not of this earth. But instead of revulsion, she felt drawn. Magnetized. His beauty was horrifying. Otherworldly. It defied reason.
His voice rang in her ears even now. "You are mine."
She wanted to hate him for it. For taking her choice. For seizing her body and rewriting her soul. And yet, the emptiness she had lived with for so long—the cold space that even rage could not fill—had gone quiet.
She felt warm.
Connected.
Not dominated, but anchored. It confused her. It infuriated her. But more than anything, it scared her how easily she wanted to stay near him. He wasn't safe. He wasn't human. But he was hers. And she was his.
The bond pulsed softly in the space between her ribs, like a second heartbeat.
She didn't know what would happen next. She didn't know where he would take her or what she would become.
But for the first time in years, Ophelia Sarkissian didn't feel like a ghost.
She felt alive.
Status Sheet – Identity: Knull Race: Half-Prime Symbiote, Half-Human Height: 6'6" Craving State: Stabilized Bond Count: One First Bond: Ophelia Sarkissian (Age 13) Progression: Tier 1: Peak Humans (Low)Classification: Tier 8: Low-Level Powerhouses Threat Level: large-scale destruction. Host enhancement confirmed.
Abilities: – Instinct Armor: Sentient defense generated automatically under threat – Predator's Reach: Weaponized morphing limbs, tendrils, claws, and blades – Shadow Merge: Camouflage in darkness or low visibility – Craving Core: Unlimited bond capacity; strength scales with tether count – Shape-Shifting: Full morphing of appearance and voice – Symbiote Weaponry: Organic generation of weapons and armor extensions – Wall-Crawling: Complete terrain traversal and vertical adhesion – Enhanced Strength & Durability: Capable of lifting tanks; resistant to high-caliber damage – Healing Factor: Rapid tissue regeneration, limb regrowth – Host Empowerment: Bonded individuals gain increased strength, resilience, awareness – Hive Awareness: Telepathic link to all current and future bonded – Passive Concealment Aura: Suppresses detection by energy, psychic, and tracking tools – Void Dominion – Phase I: Sovereign of Reversal