In the shattered remains of a divided world, Rivermirror stands as a city of shadows—ruled by chaos, secrets, and ruthless ambition. Among its broken streets and hidden corners, two lives converge: Hound, a mercenary cursed by visions of fractured futures, and Argent, a deadly assassin whose silver-braided hair slices through enemies as easily as her carefully crafted lies. Bound by a soul brand, their uneasy alliance thrusts them into a heist that ignites a chain of betrayal, war, and unimaginable consequences. When a daring raid on River's military vault unearths a dark attribute symbiote and a mysterious core relay, the balance of power between two fractured nations is forever altered. As commanders plot revenge, and Rivermirror’s elites spin their webs of deceit, Hound and Argent must navigate a labyrinth of loyalty, survival, and ambition. But trust is a luxury in a city where betrayal is currency, and every choice pushes them closer to a future neither can fully control. With the line between villain and hero blurred, how far will they go to escape their fates? And what price are they willing to pay to survive in a world where hope is as fleeting as shadows? Dark, gripping, and unapologetically raw, Deep Down Your Black Heart is a dystopian fantasy that delves into the depths of ambition, morality, and the haunting weight of choices.
View More“Well, at least that’s what I thought initially, but you survived a dark symbiote. That changes everything,” Bleak stated, retracting his claws. “A possibility I planned for.”Hound circled him slowly, as if strategizing his next strike, waiting for the perfect moment. “Here without backup, not even a means of communication. You must be a man with a death sentence.”Bleak stood confidently in the center of the room, fully aware of Hound’s every micro-movement. “Why don’t you take a peep at the future? More specifically, a few minutes from now at Demi Hotel, room number 14.”Hound complied, using Bleak’s soul fragments—the strongest connection to the vision. One of his eyes began to burn rapidly, silver-lined smoke streaking from it as he continued to circle. His other eye remained silver, burning but steady. This new ability, part of his evolution, allowed him to scavenge webs of the near future while remaining conscious in the present.Then, his eye went dark. The darkness transition
The name Evee sparked fear in every man’s heart. It had been a week since River soldiers stepped foot in Rivermirror. While most were able to migrate from the infected area, tens of thousands of River citizens were absorbed into the aftermath. Their houses burned, their families burned, joining the infernal. It spread like a virus until it annihilated a quarter of River.However, the city made a speedy recovery, restoring a makeshift balance. Despite the recovery, a lingering unease hung in the air like smoke that refused to dissipate.“They’re always a step ahead… almost like they survey us. What am I missing?” Bleak muttered, jotting on his whiteboard. The squeaks of the marker echoed through the dimly lit, isolated room. His gaze drifted over the scattered notes, connecting fragments of information like pieces of a puzzle. “What are you thinking, Emily? Leaving River will only complicate your sentence.”Bleak paused, his brow furrowed, as he connected the misplaced points. He recal
The roar of a gunshot cut through the air, breaking the suffocating silence. The commander’s backup, trained to respond without hesitation, immediately redirected their focus toward its origin.“Come on!” Evee called out, her voice sharp and urgent as she sprinted through the haze of chaos. She didn’t give Emily a chance to process or second-guess. Instinctively, Emily followed, her feet pounding against the ground as they disappeared into the smoke that choked the city.The devastation they left behind was unimaginable. With the destruction of Ebonspire Academy, River's hope for maintaining its supremacy had all but crumbled. What little control the soldiers had managed to maintain evaporated, replaced by an uncontrollable panic that spread like wildfire.The academy lay in ruins—a massive crater at its heart marked ground zero. The once-grand institution was reduced to rubble, with nearby buildings incinerated and structures within a three-mile radius fractured, barely standing. Ove
The tension in the interrogation room was palpable, the dim light casting shadows over Commander Bleak’s stern expression. “You owe him no allegiance, Emily,” he said firmly, his voice cutting through the silence. “To my knowledge, he even defiled you.”The words hung heavy in the air, echoing in the isolated dark room, empty except for two chairs and the metallic table that separated them. Emily’s gaze drifted past the commander, landing on the one-way mirror behind him. Her disappointment was evident as she spoke, her voice laced with bitterness. “Unfuckingbelievable! And I thought I could trust you.”Behind the mirror, Daryl stood silently, his face a mixture of shame and regret as he absorbed her words.Bleak’s voice was steady as he pressed on. “What happened? Every detail, please.”“I already told you everything. What more do you want to—”“Tell me again,” Bleak interrupted, his tone polite but unyielding.Emily exhaled sharply, her frustration mounting. “He kidnapped me with hi
The soldiers came in waves, their airships slicing through the misty skies like silent predators. Shadows darkened the streets of Rivermirror as armed men dropped from the skies, their boots hitting the ground with unrelenting purpose. Their mission was clear: retrieve the symbiote and relay core, and capture Argent and Hound—dead or alive. Failure was not an option. Mercy wasn’t part of the briefing.The streets emptied as though the city itself had stopped breathing. The Seers had vanished without a trace, their usual defiance replaced by a chilling silence. Blanc’s hotel, the first location to be raided, stood eerily abandoned. The soldiers found nothing. No evidence of life. Not a single personal belonging. It was as if the building itself had never been inhabited.The quiet streets of Rivermirror told a story of fear and survival. Nine years had passed since the war, but the scars remained. Now, with River’s soldiers parading through the city like it was their conquest, the memor
The drizzle of rain added to the solemn atmosphere, soaking those who had gathered for Erlin’s funeral on the quiet afternoon. The gray skies wept alongside his three daughters, who clung to one another, their tears indistinguishable from the rain. Soldiers stood in formation, fists pressed to their hearts, their faces streaked with anguish they didn’t bother to hide. Daryl lingered at the edge of the ceremony, hands shoved into his coat pockets, his bionic arms a constant reminder of the price of failure. Beside him, his wife looped her arm through his, grounding him in a reality he wanted desperately to escape.“Erlin was a good man,” Bleak began, his voice steady despite the crackling in his throat. “To his family, to his friends, to his soldiers, and to this country. Let us not cry because he is not with us anymore. Let us be grateful because he lived.”“He shall forever remain in our hearts,” the crowd echoed in unison, their voices trembling.As the soldiers stood in a quiet sal
The overhead lights shifted to a menacing crimson, signaling the building's lockdown. With a deafening thud, all doors slammed shut. Argent, her task complete, moved stealthily from the mansion’s entrance to the next checkpoint at the River border.The only escape route lay in the hands of Mr. Dawson, whose fingerprints were now a gruesome souvenir in Hound's possession—both hands severed and hidden away. The acrid scent of burning flesh filled the air, remnants of a desperate act to keep Daryl from bleeding out. In the center of the room stood the Dawson family, Emily among them, bound and gagged as if they awaited execution, their muffled whimpers slicing through the tense silence.“I’ve been waiting for you, Erlin,” Hound’s voice reverberated through the dimly lit room. His guard mask lay discarded on the floor, revealing a morbid expression, one that seemed perpetually trapped between mirth and madness— the guard that followed him, pierced by his own sword.“Have we met?” Erlin as
The night crawled painfully into dawn, stretching each moment into an eternity. The soldiers, weary and disillusioned, began to vacate their posts one by one. Their vigilance waned under the weight of exhaustion, their eyes drooping with the false assurance that nothing would happen. River’s silence was deafening, like a mother whispering to a deaf child—calm, quiet, but ultimately fruitless.Inside the Dawson mansion, slumber claimed its inhabitants. Emily had fallen asleep on the couch, her face etched with the fatigue of restless thoughts. Mavis lay beside her on a makeshift mattress, her body curled protectively against hers. In the master bedroom, Mr. and Mrs. Dawson clung to their own fragile sense of peace, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing beyond their walls.Four contracted guards lingered outside the mansion's front entrance, their postures slackened from a night spent on high alert. The sleek copper armor they wore shimmered faintly in the dim light of dawn, the matte
“We’ll leave, we’re sorry,” one of the girls stammered as they all scrambled to get up, panic in their every motion.“I changed my mind.” Hound’s twisted smile widened, his eyes glinting with something far darker than amusement. “It would be such a shame to leave these bottles unfinished. Stay! Why don’t we play a drinking game?”Argent stood her ground, unmoving, still blocking Lucas in like a predator toying with its prey. Lucas’s wide eyes darted between Hound and the empty bottles scattered around them. His hands trembled, his facade of composure cracking. He swallowed hard, barely steadying his voice as he inquired, “It would be a shame indeed. What do you have in mind?”A low chuckle escaped Hound’s lips, his tone playful yet menacing. “A simple game really. Truth, dare, or drink half a bottle in one sitting.”Lucas’s shaking worsened. He tried to mask it but failed. “A fair game,” he bargained weakly.Hound reclined in his seat, his posture deceptively relaxed. With a softened
“What am I doing with my life,” he whispered, his voice low and heavy. The words echoed through the dark, narrow alley, bouncing off empty walls and disappearing into the void. Only two others were present to hear him—his silent coworker and a terrified young woman clutching her purse, her wide, tear-filled eyes pleading for mercy.“I’ll give you anything—money, favors—whatever you want,” she stammered, her voice trembling and breaking with every word.“You hear that, Hound? Anything we want,” Puck said with a cruel laugh, his boots scraping against the gritty pavement as he moved closer. “What I want, sweetheart, isn’t in your purse. Can you give me that?”Her face paled, her lips trembling as she tried to reason with him. “I… my family values my honor above all else. Please, I’ll give you money, connections—I can even cover your academy fees. Registration opens soon, and I’ll pay for it all.”Unmoved, Puck continued his advance, closing the space between them until her back pressed ...
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