Nyx
The war doesn’t start with bullets. It starts with headlines. Within days of the Trial, the networks light up with a new kind of violence. Digital, polished, and insidious. There are no bloodstains, only hashtags.
#UnmatedAlpha
#FeralMoon
#SelenesMistake
They trend within hours. The clips follow, manipulated footage from the Trial of Blood. They’ve edited it to show the moment my power flickered, looping it like a glitch, cutting out the part where I regained control.
One version even adds artificial tremors to my voice, the sound of panic that wasn’t there. “Leaked footage,” the captions say. “Is the Eclipse Alpha losing control?” Every word, every image, is a blade angled toward my throat.
I watch the coverage from the Council Hall’s glass conference room, or rather, the war
