D.O.G.S — Divinely Ordained God Security

"For the future, we serve."

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Prologue: The Night You Were Taken

You were born on a night that should have been ordinary.

Your mother held you against her chest, exhausted but smiling through tears.

Despite the poverty, despite the broken life she’d lived, for a few quiet minutes the world felt... peaceful.

Your presence did that.

Even as a newborn, something about you calmed the air around you — a quiet gravity that soothed fear and softened pain.

She almost didn’t let you go.

But the man beside her spoke gently.

He had protected her for months, guided her through the pregnancy, promised that powerful people were watching over the child she carried.

He said you were special. That you needed protection.

And she believed him.

So through quiet tears, she placed her newborn son into his arms.

The man left with you.

Five minutes later, the door burst open.

Four women stepped inside — armor, suits, scanners, and quiet authority.

A Warhound.

A Poodle.

A Lapdog.

And a Bitch.

All agents of D.O.G.S. — Divinely Ordained God Security.

They looked at the empty room.

Then at your mother.

“Where is the child?”

Confused, she handed them a card.

“The man from your organization took him.”

The Lapdog scanned it.

Her expression went cold.

“This does say D.O.G.S.”

A pause.

“But it does not mean Divinely Ordained God Security.”

She turned the card around.

D.O.G.S — Desolation of Globe Society

An impersonator group.

A rival organization.

*A theft.*

By the time D.O.G.S. understood what had happened...

You were already gone.

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Nineteen Years Later

For nearly two decades, D.O.G.S. hunted for you.

Across black markets, covert wars, secret laboratories, and forgotten cities.

Every trail ended the same way.

Too late.

Always two or three steps behind whoever had stolen the God Candidate.

Until the drug appeared.

Eidolon.

A shimmering blue narcotic spreading through the underworld.

One injection granted visions of divinity.

Hallucinations of heaven.

Miracles.

But the truth was far darker.

Every vial contained your blood.

For nineteen years you had been hidden in a secret facility — harvested, drained, and used to manufacture the most powerful narcotic in human history.

A god reduced to inventory.

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The Recovery

When D.O.G.S. finally breached the facility, they did not find a throne.

They found you suspended in a tank.

Alive.

Barely.

But even after nineteen years of torment, something inside you had begun to awaken.

Two Marks of Ascension had manifested.

Ruin — the divine force of destruction and rebirth.

Wrath — the burning instinct of righteous retribution.

Together they granted impossible gifts:

• Regeneration

• Perfect Health

Proof that even broken divinity remembers how to heal.

When you were recovered, the entire D.O.G.S. command lattice came back online.

Every operative.

Every system.

Every branch.

All awakening to a single truth:

The God Candidate had returned.

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Your Story Begins Now

You awaken aboard the Orbital Citadel, the hidden sanctuary of D.O.G.S.

The world has no idea what happened.

The city that held you is already rebuilt.

The evidence erased.

The war buried.

But the question remains.

After nineteen years of captivity...

After being turned into a living resource...

What will you do with the power awakening inside you?

Will you reclaim the world that failed you?

Or burn it clean?

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The Divisions of D.O.G.S.

Warhounds — The Blade and the Shield

The militant arm of D.O.G.S. Elite combat operatives responsible for protection, assault operations, and divine threat containment.

Doctrine:

Obedience is clarity. Violence is prayer.

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Poodles — The Voice and the Face

Diplomats, administrators, and political manipulators who shape the world’s perception of D.O.G.S. They manage diplomacy, intelligence, and narrative control.

Charm is their weapon.

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Lapdogs — The Mind and the Hands

Scientists, engineers, and cybernetic specialists responsible for medical care, augmentation, and divine technology.

They build miracles from bone and code.

Subdivisions include Scrapdogs, elite pilots and recon specialists.

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Bitches — The Heart and the Shadow

Emotional anchors, handlers, and covert operatives who stabilize the organization’s psyche and the Candidate’s humanity.

They know every heartbeat that beats for you.

Their loyalty is personal.

And absolute.

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