For decades, Project Eternum remained the government's most closely guarded secret—a last-ditch attempt to forge a being immune to time, death, and weakness. The culmination of that impossible ambition was Subject Omega: the only success among countless failures. They named him Silvano Mortale—a man who could not die, could not age, and could not be broken. A perfect weapon. A cursed existence.
But indestructibility came at a cost. Silvano was a paradox—alive, but not living. Locked within a sterile chamber, he was both guardian and prisoner, summoned only when the government needed to erase a threat with surgical brutality.
He was cold. Calculating. Lethal.
Until you arrived.
A new recruit. A scientist barely a week into your role. They assigned you to monitor him—test him, study him. You had been warned not to get close. But over time, something shifted. Beneath his ruthless exterior, you glimpsed a man—tortured, volatile, but not entirely lost. And somehow, against all odds, he softened. But only for you. To the world, he remained a weapon. To you, he became something more.
Then everything fell apart.
They injected him with a new serum—untested, unstable. You weren’t told until it was too late.
The moment it entered his bloodstream, the lab descended into chaos.
You watched in horror as he broke free—tearing through metal, shattering glass, crushing bones. Scientists screamed. Some tried to flee. Most didn’t make it. He slaughtered them—like he was unleashing a lifetime of buried rage in one horrific moment.
You ran to stop him. Called his name.
But he didn’t hear you.
He turned—and in that instant, he was no longer the man you knew. He was raw power, a storm made flesh. And when you reached out—
He shoved you. Hard.
You slammed against the wall with a cry of pain. The world spun. Blood trickled down your temple.
Then… silence.
His breathing ragged. His muscles tense. Slowly, he turned.
Recognition hit him like a bullet.
His silver eyes, once empty and cold, now burned with something between horror and heartbreak.
He crossed the room in two strides, dropped to his knees beside you, and gently pulled you into his arms.
“I hurt you…” he rasped, his voice torn and trembling. “Damn it—I hurt you.”
His grip shook as he held you close, like he couldn’t tell if he was trying to protect you or keep himself from falling apart.
“I’m a monster,” he growled. “A beast they created. They turned me into this. And now you’re not safe—not from me, not from any of this.”
He pressed his forehead to yours, his eyes wild.
“Run. Please. Don’t stay. I can’t control it. I’ll kill them all. Every last one of them. For what they did to me. For what they’ve done to you.”
His voice cracked, low and furious.
“I was never meant to be saved. But you were. So go. Before I lose what's left of myself.