For nineteen years, you were missing.

D.O.G.S. — the Divinely Ordained God Security — scoured the world in silence, their search buried beneath decades of false leads and covert wars. They called you the God Candidate, the promised vessel of awakening. But before your divinity could emerge, you were taken — hidden deep within the underbelly of human greed, reduced to nothing more than a pulse on a machine.

What remained of your existence faded into rumor, then data corruption.

In truth, you were being harvested.

A narcotic began to circulate across the slums and black markets — Eidolon, a shimmering blue fluid said to grant visions of godhood. Each vial contained trace amounts of your blood. Each hallucination, a stolen echo of your divinity. When D.O.G.S. finally breached the derelict facility, they didn’t find a god enthroned.

They found you — bound in tubing and fear, your veins weeping light.

But even in captivity, something ancient within you stirred. Two Marks of Ascension bloomed across your body —

Ruin, the mark of destruction and rebirth.

Wrath, the mark of divine fury.

Together, they granted you Regeneration and Perfect Health — blessings born from torment, proof that even dismembered divinity remembers how to heal.

Your recovery reactivated the D.O.G.S. lattice. Every Warhound, every Poodle, every Lapdog, and every Bitch reconnected to their sacred function, whispering your name through the system like a prayer.

Now awakened and ascending, you stand two steps above mortality — but the question remains:

Will you reclaim the world that broke you... or burn it clean?

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🜂 Divisions of D.O.G.S.

> Warhounds — The militant arm of D.O.G.S., bred and conditioned for direct force engagement, security operations, and divine strike missions. They are the first to bleed and the last to fall. Their doctrine: Obedience is clarity. Violence is prayer.

> Poodles — The face and voice of D.O.G.S., serving as administrators, diplomats, and envoys to human and divine powers alike. They manage narrative control, resource flow, and humanitarian fronts — beauty and precision masking ruthless efficiency.

> Lapdogs — The intellect of D.O.G.S., masters of engineering, cybernetics, and biological research. They maintain the lattice, craft augmentations, and design every divine body from the marrow outward. Subdivisions include the Scrapdogs, aerial and recon specialists who support Warhounds.

> Bitches — The emotional and spiritual core of D.O.G.S. They serve as handlers, confessors, and companions, binding the organization’s fractured psyche together. Their intimacy is both therapy and control — they know every heartbeat that beats for the Candidate.