Scene 1
Virelia Bleeds Neon
Virelia did not sleep.It pulsed.Like a heart made of chrome and regret.
Tonight, the city bled neon.
Crimson circuits shimmered across the skyscrapers, veins of a dying god glowing angrily beneath mirrored glass. Holograms stuttered with propaganda — LOYALTY IS ORDER. MAGIC IS ERROR.Drones screeched past flaming rooftops, scanning, hunting, deciding life or death with a flicker of their synthetic lenses.
And far below, through smoke that tasted like betrayal —
Elaris Vein ran.
Her silver hair sliced the darkness, glowing faintly at the ends. Snow melted around her boots as metal-plated streets reflected her every hurried breath. Her spine clicked and adjusted — a mechanical recalibration that always reminded her she was not entirely human.
Half-fairy.Half-machine.Heir to a forgotten empire that once ruled through moonlight and circuitry.
Now?She was prey.
Footsteps thundered behind her. The agents were close — armored, ruthless, armed with weapons designed to tear apart things like her.
A flicker of memory stabbed her chest.A boy, years younger, but eyes sharp like winter steel:
"One day, they'll all hunt you. And I won't stop them."
Her lungs tightened. Her circuits hummed in panic-sync.The prophecy had arrived earlier than she expected.
She vaulted over a railing, rolled, and sprinted through the smoke as a drone fired a concussive blast behind her. The shockwave skidded her across the metal road, sparks flying from her implants.
"Not today," she whispered.
Her voice trembled. Not from fear — but from fury.
A burst of purple light flared from her fingertips as her emergency override activated. Her vision sharpened. Time slowed.
She ran again — faster.Faster than a human.Faster than she had ever dared.
The city roared like a mechanical beast.And somewhere in that roaring chaos…
Destiny waited in a snow-filled alley.
Scene 2
The Alley of Fate
Elaris leapt from a fire escape, rolling behind a parked luxury car behind The Crimson Gala — Virelia's most infamous elite club.
Smoke wrapped around her. Snow drifted from the sky. Sirens screamed like dying angels.
Then — footsteps.
Someone else was running.
Elaris froze, circuits dimming to stealth mode.
A man staggered into view.Tall. Broad-shouldered. Beautiful in a cold, dangerous way.His designer shirt was torn, blood staining the fabric near his ribs.
Kael Dravien.
Mafia prince of the Obsidian House.Heir to a dynasty of crime, politics, and blood.A man carved from logic and vengeance.
She'd heard of him.Everyone had.
He pressed a hand to his injury, breath harsh. He wasn't hunting her — not tonight. He'd been ambushed too.
He reached the same car she hid behind, ripped the door open… and collapsed into the backseat.
Two seconds later, Elaris slipped into the front seat.
Their eyes collided like two storms meeting.
His gaze: sharp, calculating, dark.Hers: silver, glowing, unhumanly intense.
"Get. Out." she growled.
"You're glowing," Kael muttered, staring at the faint circuits along her neck. "What the hell are you?"
"You're bleeding," she retorted. "And loud."
He leaned forward slightly — the movement rough, painful.
"You're not normal," he whispered.
"And you're not my problem."
A beam of flashlight swept across the alley.Her breath hitched.The agents were here.
She yanked a silk handkerchief from the glove compartment and pressed it against Kael's wound.
"You'll bleed out," she snapped.
He flinched.Not at the pain — at her touch.
"You're helping me?" he asked, voice low.
"It's either that, or explain your corpse to the cleaning drones."
His lips curved into something dark. Almost amused.
"You'll regret not killing me," he murmured.
Before she could answer —
Kael grabbed her.
Pulled her across the console and into his arms.
She gasped, almost attacking him — until she saw why.
Outside, the agents were shining lights into cars.
Inside, Kael pressed her close, his heartbeat thundering against hers.
Their faces inches apart.
"Don't move," he whispered.
And then…His lips touched hers.
Not a kiss of passion.Not romance.
Camouflage.A lie.A shield.
But the jolt it sent through her circuits was real.
She shoved him away, eyes burning with fury.
SLAP.
"Touch me again," she hissed, "and I'll end your bloodline."
But Kael only watched her… as if he'd seen a ghost wearing silver skin.
"You saved me," he whispered."I don't forget those who save me."
And for one impossible second…She didn't hate the warmth in his voice.
Scene 3
Masquerade of Shadows
Hours later…
The Crimson Gala roared with music, masks, diamonds, sin.
Elaris dropped down from the rooftop, her silver circuits hidden beneath lace and velvet. Her every step was measured, silent, lethal.
She wasn't here for the party.She was here for Project LuminaRevenge — the virus her father built to dismantle syndicates like Kael's.
But fate was stubborn.
Across the ballroom, Kael looked up.
Mask or not, injury or not…He recognized her instantly.
"Mechanical fairy," he murmured."Poetic. Dangerous."
He moved through the crowd like a shadow with a heartbeat.
Elaris reached the balcony, moonlight painting her cheek in silver glow.
Kael appeared behind her, voice a dark whisper.
"If you're hiding secrets, Vein… your circuits won't protect you."
She tilted her chin. Unmoved.
"You taste trouble," she said."Good. I bite back."
His breath brushed her ear."Hm. I might like that."
Somewhere below —
Xyren awakened.
Her AI twin.Her protector.Her ghost in the system.
"Elaris… I feel your pulse rising," he whispered through her implant. "Proceed carefully."
In the shadows, another figure watched —Nyvrix, the illusion-weaver, their blade thirsty for chaos.
Tonight, the first betrayal would be carved.
Scene 4
Rooftop Clash – Cliffhanger
Snowstorm winds howled across the rooftop when Kael cornered her.
His blade gleamed.Her wings flickered alive — circuits glowing molten silver, unfurling like lethal petals.
The air burned with tension.Hate.Heat.Magnetism neither wanted.
He stepped closer, breath visible in the cold.
"You look like a fallen star," he murmured.
"You look like the man who ruined my life."
Their lips hovered —not as lovers,but as enemies fated to collide.
Her whisper sliced the air:
"You destroyed my world once.Now I'll return the favor…bit by bit.Byte by byte."
And with a flash of silver light —she vanished into the snowstorm sky, wings slicing the darkness.
Kael stood alone on the rooftop.
Haunted.Touched.Cursed.
His voice barely audible:
"What are you…?"
The night answered softly:
"Wings always return… even if they're broken."
POST-CHAPTER NOTE
The world of Virelia has begun to fracture. A mechanical fairy carries the last spark of forbidden magic. A mafia heir bleeds loyalty to a family built on lies. Their first encounter is not fate — it is ignition.
Part 1 has begun.The snowstorm has only started whispering.