There was once a boy named Cain Morgan.
Awkward. Soft-spoken. Fragile.He wore baggy clothes to hide the bruises. Spoke softly so no one would mock his voice. Walked with his head down so the world wouldn't see the pain in his eyes.
That Cain had died.
And in his place stood a predator.
It was Friday.
The sky loomed dark, even though no storm had been forecast. Clouds huddled like frightened sheep, the wind carried an eerie silence, and Blackthorn Academy's usual rhythm had fractured.
Everyone felt it.
The teachers noticed the sudden shifts in behavior. Discipline had dipped. Students whispered more. Looked over their shoulders more. The school counselor had received three anonymous notes from students claiming they were seeing "shadows." Hearing voices.
The cracks had begun to show.
And at the center of it, Cain walked the halls like a phantom wrapped in flesh.
He entered the headmaster's building for the first time that morning.
He didn't knock.
The secretary, Ms. Helena, looked up sharply from behind her glasses. "Excuse me, young man, do you have an appoint—?"
Cain didn't answer.
He simply stared at her.
And she froze.
Her voice died mid-sentence, her eyes glazing slightly. He hadn't even activated Temptation Pulse. His natural aura had grown that strong.
"I need to see Headmaster Reyle," Cain said calmly.
"Second floor… Office three," she whispered. "He's… alone."
Cain walked past her without another word.
The click of his shoes on marble echoed like a countdown.
Headmaster Reyle was not a man to be trifled with. Former military. A reputation for cruelty masked behind politeness. He never smiled, never laughed, and had personally signed the expulsion of over forty students in two years.
He looked up when Cain entered.
Didn't even blink.
"Morgan," he said flatly. "You have thirty seconds to explain why you're here before I throw you out."
Cain walked forward, taking the leather seat across from his desk.
"No, sir," Cain said softly. "You have thirty seconds to listen before you lose this school."
Reyle raised an eyebrow.
Cain leaned forward, hands folded, voice a whisper laced with danger.
"Tell me, Headmaster… how would the board react if it was proven that you overlooked multiple accounts of harassment, abuse, and illicit recordings taking place right under your nose?"
The older man froze.
Cain smiled.
"I have files. Footage. Testimonies. And the names of six teachers who 'accidentally' misplaced bullying reports—mine included."
"You're bluffing," Reyle said, voice lower now.
Cain pulled a USB drive from his coat and slid it across the table.
"Check it. Or don't. Makes no difference."
Reyle didn't move.
"I don't want your job," Cain continued. "I don't want this school."
Reyle exhaled. "Then what do you want?"
Cain's eyes burned red.
"I want control."
[New Passive Acquired: Blackmail Web]Once a major authority figure is compromised, Cain can manipulate administrative systems, adjust student records, create forged permissions, and erase incidents from official history.
Cain left the office with a soft smile on his lips.
He now had power over the school's most untouchable man.
And he hadn't even broken a sweat.
That evening, he returned to the chapel.
Lilith was already waiting—seated on the altar this time, legs crossed, a black rose tucked behind her ear.
"You've done well," she said without turning.
Cain approached, calm. Controlled. "It's not over."
"No," Lilith smiled. "But now the game expands."
She turned her crimson eyes toward him.
"You've conquered the girls who tormented you. Turned the headmaster into a pawn. What's next?"
Cain looked up toward the darkened stained glass.
"Everyone else."
Back in her room, Serena Vale sat on her knees, eyes closed.
She had obeyed his latest command without resistance: "Wear nothing but a collar and wait for me in silence."
But Cain didn't come.
And the waiting twisted her.
He had broken her rhythm. And in doing so, taken more from her than any slap or scream ever could.
At 11:00 p.m., Cain entered the dormitory's lowest floor—abandoned since the fire two years ago. The hallways were cracked, the walls blackened with smoke and age.
He stepped inside what used to be the old library.
And lit a single candle.
Around him, five figures stepped from the darkness—one by one.
Amara. Lena. Arielle. Serena. And Lilith.
Each in black. Each kneeling before him in absolute silence.
No one spoke.
Cain raised his hand.
"We begin the next phase."
[New Group Trait: The Obedient Flame]Any of the five bound girls can now act as agents, gathering intel, planting rumors, or seducing targets under Cain's command. When acting on his will, their seduction and aura increase temporarily.
Outside, the wind howled.
Inside, Cain's empire was no longer just whispered into the ears of broken girls.It was growing into the very bones of the school.
The Cain Morgan they knew was dead.
And what had risen in his place?
A god cloaked in sin and vengeance.