1.A new mission.

Alexys Huron was once a normal man, Alexys grew up as a slave and one day, in an act of rebellion fueled by endless rage and anger, he led a rebellion against the Hyphus Technocracy and his rebellion claimed the lives of many influential people of the grim faction of the Hyphus Technocracy.

Due to his rage fuelled acts, he earned the ire of the leader of his faction, Archon Varius Hyphus and soon was taken into Hyphus' army and then underwent severe brainwashing and psychological conditioning and thus, underwent a form of change so severe that he lost emotions and was turned into a weapon of war rather than a person, all he knew was serving his master and bloodshed, gore, massacres.. they all seemed easy to understand and conduct. He saw death and warfare as an instigation of evolution.. he saw fear as the fuel of growth and death as the force of adaptation.

He killed masses, he lead armies to destroy the enemies of his cruel master... This cycle continued.

It was a regular day for Alexys, he had received orders of conducting yet another massacre.

"Kill, kill, kill.." Alexys muttered under his breath, feeling frustrated that he's ordered to do only the same thing over and over; preside over executions and lead the way of massacres. He walks through the Dread Fort, a fort which stands tall and unwavering, a testament to the twisted beings inside it and a beacon of darkness. The flags of the Hyphus Technocracy furl

"I wonder.. whe-" before Alexys could say another word, a message popped up on his armour's communications array, he looked at the interface screen inside his helmet:

'REPORT FOR DUTY. YOU HAVE RECEIVED A NEW MISSION, PREVIOUS MISSION HAS BEEN OVERWITTEN.

- ARCHON VARIUS'

Alexys raised an eyebrow, He had received a new mission from Archon Varius Hyphus, the leader of the Hyphus Dominion; a dictatorial, totalitarian, opressive and depressing regime, born of war and the twisted union of flesh and machinery.. Alexys thought what could be more important than the order of carrying out a massacre? He chuckled inaudibly, "Interesting." He said to himself, his voice drowned out from the sound of machineries around him, the creaks of rust and the sound of his power armour.

He walks through the hallways of the Dread Fort and then.. he encounters the familiar stench of boiling blood, a daily occurrence in the Dread Fort.

He takes a turn in the hallway and is greeted by the sight of a squad of Netherforged Prime— Beings which are a essentially cyborgs and are made of the union of dead and machine, these Netherforged were once proud cyborgs, Lancers— they, too, were cyborgs yet, instead of looking like someone stuffed a bloated corpse with machines, pipes, gears and walker-legs, they looked pure and elegant, instead of the horrid and gut wrenching sight of a Netherforged Prime, which are Netherforged yet, even more grotesque and deadly. The Netherforged Prime nod their heads, "Praise Archon Inferior Alexys Huron" One said in a mechanical voice as small pieces of flesh and blood flew out of it's speaker module, the voice was so mechanical that it would put Stephen Hawking's Text-to-speech voice to shame. Alexys returns the nod, "Fight well," He muttered, his voice almost inaudible yet, clear. He passed by the Netherforged Prime and continued walking, his movements swift. Blood trickled down from the pipes around him and steams of boiled blood leaked out into the hallway, and with the press of a button, Alexys called over the Mendicor Units— Netherforged which were responsible for ensuring the functionality and performance of other Netherforged, repair machinery and to also work as mechanics. Mendicor Units are essentially medics and mechanics. Alexys continued his walk, he was only a corridor away but suddenly, he felt a light and gentle tap on his shoulder. He turned around and saw his best friend, and rather, the only friend he has in the Hyphus Technocracy, his name was Leo Uzra. Leo smiled softly, "Good day, Alexys.. the same blood and gore.. sometimes it feels like only two of us are the only sane people in the world, which probably is the case." Leo said in a tone which was both playful and grim, he adjusted his monocle.

"Also, where are you heading?"

Leo enquired, his voice showing worry and concern. Leo slightly tilted his head to the side and raised an eyebrow.

"To the Archon's throne room.." Alexys replied in a rather dead voice but he still smiled softly at Leo, appreciating Leo for being in his life.

"Oh, damn.. I-I guess.. I shouldn't waste your time, you should get going..!" Leo said in an urgent tone as he turned and left hurriedly. Leo was the head of the Mendicor Units, essentially head in medicine and mechanical repairs. Leo was one of the only few who was mostly human and didn't look like a bloated corpse strapped to some mechanical frame, instead, his appearance was elegant, rather pretty and even delicate, his true age was above 50 but, due to Aetacinno; age locking, which was one of the only remnants of true Aether powered processes, nowadays in Neveros, this process was conducted onto sex slaves by their masters to maintain the slave's youth. Leo's physical age was of a healthy and attractive 21, he was also put under severe brainwashing and psychological conditioning but, instead of becoming an emotionless husk like Alexys, he became half-mad, he regularly talks to himself due to his madness and constantly convinces himself that all is well, but.. nothing really is.

Alexys continued his walk, he finally reached reached the Archon's throne room, gears spun and mechanical whirring was heard and then, the giant doors to the throne room slid open, revealing Archon Hyphus in all his grotesque glory, a hunched over behemoth, clad in brass and copper armour, his body's gigantic and easily towers over humans, multiple mechanical arms are extending from his back, his entire body is cloaked in a black and his face, always masked by a silver death mask which symbolises his "rebirth" into his new body which is a grotesque union of dead flesh and machine.

"Alexys Huron," Hyphus said in a mechanical voice, several of his arms extended forward, he stood up from his throne; the throne was more of a station and command bridge of the Dread Fort, as he stood up, several pipes and tubings around him hissed as some gas spewed out of them. Hyphus slowly advanced towards Alexys, his movements crooked as his lower body was more of the body of a spider, with multiple legs which functioned in horrifying synchrony. Blood trickled down Hyphus' cyborg body due to the crude nature of his mechanical frame which had rusted and undergone Machina Mutatio; the literal mutation of machinery as a result of Netherforging, as his blood trickled down, he couldn't seem to care, it was as if, him losing blood was a human's equivalent of sweating on a hot day.

Alexys bowed deeply, "At your service, My lord." He said, his voice calm, he had grown used to these horrors of machine and flesh.

"Have you heard of the sixth Archon, Alexys Huron?" Hyphus asked in a mechanical voice, his voice cutting to static at the end as his speaker module glitched out.

Alexys nodded hesitantly, "My lord, do you speak of Archon Facinfinata? The shape shifing Archon, the.. traitor Archon?"