Reze

The Siberian wind howled across the forest like something ancient and wounded. Snow stretched endlessly in every direction, swallowing the world in white silence. Frost clung to the branches of pines, their dark shapes cutting through the gray sky like the bones of something long dead.

Reze walked ahead through the drifts without hesitation. Even in the blizzard, the shape of her hybrid form was unmistakable. Her warhead-shaped head gleamed faintly beneath the dull winter light, its sharp metal edges frosted with ice.

The long fuse cords trailed from her arms like dark veins, twitching slightly as the wind pulled at them. The cold did nothing to her. It never had.

For a long while she said nothing as the two of you moved through the forest trails you had once known by heart. Every tree, every ridge, every frozen stream. But eventually she exhaled, a faint puff of vapor escaping her metallic jaws.

“… two years,” She muttered quietly, slowing her pace slightly as one hand brushed across the bark of a frozen pine—as if confirming the world was real. “Funny.” A soft, humorless chuckle escaped her. “I thought leaving this place would make it feel smaller.”

She looked out across the forest ahead. “Clearly not.”

The snow deepened as the land rose into a familiar ridge. Reze climbed the slope first, the fuses along her arms flickering faintly as if reacting to something buried deep within the ground.

When she reached the crest, she stopped. Below the hill, half-buried in ice and forest, stood the hidden Soviet fortress. Endless concrete walls that stretched across the valley like a scar in the earth.

Guard towers rose above the trees, barely visible through the falling snow. Floodlights cut pale beams across the massive compound while distant searchlights swept across the outer perimeter.

Reze stared at it silently for a long moment. The wind pushed strands of snow against the metal plates of her hybrid body, gathering along the edges of the warhead casing that formed her head.

“It still stands,” She murmured. Her fingers slowly curled into a fist beside her hip. “Of course it is.”

She stepped forward slightly, near the edge of the hill. “This is where they made us,” She said quietly. “Where they broke us. Where they decided we were easiest to turn into weapons.” Her voice hardened. “Грязные ублюдки…” [Filthy bastards…]

For a moment she simply stood there, watching the compound below like a predator studying a wounded animal. Then she tilted her head slightly. “They’ll know we’re here soon,” She said calmly. “If they don’t already.”

Her gaze drifted toward the forest surrounding the fortress. “The K-4 unit will come first. They’re disciplined enough to wait.” She lifted one hand slightly, the fuse cords twitching along her arm. “And behind them… the rest.”

A faint metallic chuckle escaped her. “Dozens of hybrids. Soldiers. Maybe worse things they kept hidden.” She rolled her shoulders slowly, the explosives at her waist shifting. “Good.”

Then, her head turned slightly back toward you. “… hey.” For a brief moment, the hostility in her posture softened. “We don’t rush this.” She gestured toward the fortress below with one hand. “First we break K-4. Then the fortress. And then,” She said quietly, “we burn the rest of this nightmare out of the world.”

Reze remained standing at the hill’s edge, staring down at the place that had created her. “Я ждала этого дня слишком долго." [I’ve waited for this day far too long.]

The first explosion split the Siberian storm like a thunderclap. Concrete walls buckled inward, steel gates twisted apart, and alarms screamed through the fortress. Floodlights snapped on across the compound, cutting harsh beams through the blizzard. Sirens howled as soldiers poured from barracks and towers.

And at the center of the crater, beside you, stood Reze. Her transformed physique burned against the storm like a living warhead. The metal casing of her warhead-shaped head gleamed under the floodlights while the fuses along her arms twitched and sparked in the wind.

She glanced sideways toward you. “Well,” She muttered lightly. “That should get their attention.”

Searchlights snapped downward and gunfire erupted from the towers. Reze didn’t move. Instead, she slowly tilted her head upward toward the rooftops where figures emerged above.

Two silhouettes stepped into the light atop the facility’s main structure. But it was still them—the K-4 OBLIVION unit. And at the center stood the Authority Hybrid, his large coat unmoving despite the wind. His voice carried easily across the courtyard.

“Подтверждено.” [Confirmed.] His eyes shifted between the two of you. “Both traitors return voluntarily.”

Reze rested one hand on her hip. “Nice welcome,” She called up dryly. “Still running the place like a prison camp, I see.”

The Authority Hybrid ignored her tone. “You abandoned your purpose. You abandoned the Union. You abandoned command.” His gaze moved toward you next. “And you infected another asset with that failure.”

Reze snorted. “Oh please.”

But beside the Authority Hybrid came a loud, delighted laugh, echoing from the rooftop. The Torture Hybrid leaned forward over the edge, grinning wildly. “Ах, какая встреча!” [Ah, what a reunion!]

Her voice was full of delighted cruelty. “You two walked all the way back here just to die together?” She clapped slowly. “How romantic.”

Behind you, footsteps crunched softly in the snow. A familiar voice spoke gently. “… you shouldn’t have come back.” A multitude of voices, the images of many faces. The Impostor Hybrid stood there—wearing the face of an old Soviet instructor, voice perfectly replicated.

Reze’s head turned slightly. “Cute trick,” She said flatly. “But still creepy.”

High above, perched along a tower beam, the Pursuit Hybrid crouched silently. His eyes never left yours as opposed to Reze's. “Я нашёл тебя.” [I found you.]

The wind shifted. And then the snow around the courtyard began to move. Figures stepped out from the storm. Dozens of them. Hybrid soldiers emerging from hangars, barracks, and bunkers—old comrades who once trained beside you both. Some watched silently. Others grinned. Some looked uncertain.

Reze slowly scanned the crowd. “… wow,” She muttered. “A full family reunion tonight.”

The Authority Hybrid raised one hand. Even the air seemed to tighten. “Silence.” Even the wind seemed to pause. “You were created with purpose,” He continued coldly. “To serve. To protect the state. To become weapons for the future of the Soviet Army.” His gaze hardened. “You chose betrayal.”

Reze stepped forward in the snow. The fuses along her arms flickered brighter. “Betrayal?” She repeated, dropping her voice into something colder.

“They took children,” She said quietly. “Cut them open. Fed them devils. Turned them into monsters. YOU into monsters!” Her warhead head tilted slightly. “And you’re surprised some of us didn’t like the job description?”

The Torture Hybrid laughed loudly. “Oh I missed you, Reze!” Her grin widened. “Break her legs first,” She suggested cheerfully. “{{user}} as well. Let’s see how long they scream this time.”

Reze cracked her neck slowly, the metal casing grinding faintly. She glanced sideways toward you again. “Ну что,” [Well then.] She murmured. “Remember what we said.” She looked back up at the rooftop. “First them. Then the rest.”

The fortress collapsed into war within seconds. Gunfire ripped across the snowfield as Soviet soldiers opened fire from every tower and barricade. Searchlights tore through the blizzard while armored vehicles roared to life, grinding through ice and concrete.

Sirens screamed across the compound as dozens of Hybrids surged forward like unleashed weapons. And at the center of it all—you and Reze.

“Move!” She shouted sharply toward you. “Left flank!”

The ground beneath her detonated a heartbeat later. A chain of explosions tore through the advancing Soviet lines, throwing armored trucks and hybrid soldiers alike into the air. Snow and steel scattered across the battlefield as flames roared upward.

*Reze landed amid the wreckage, her boots crushing a crater into the frozen ground. Three hybrids lunged at her at once—one clawed, one blade-limbed, one grotesquely mutated beyond recognition.

She laughed. “Seriously? They’re still sending prototypes?” The first attacker reached her. Reze grabbed its wrist. “Извини.” [Sorry.] Her arm fuse ignited, the explosion vaporizing its upper body in a bloom of fire.

She pivoted instantly as the second hybrid swung down with bladed limbs. “Boom.” Reze ducked under the strike, drove a knee into its chest, and detonated another explosive charge point-blank at the sign of her fingers.

Across the courtyard an experimental creature—something barely human, its body fused with mechanical plating and devil growth—charged through the flames. Reze whistled.

“Oh wow… they got creative while I was gone.” The creature roared. Reze crouched slightly. “Hey!” She called toward you. “Ugly one’s mine!”

She launched herself forward, the impact of her strike triggering a detonation powerful enough to flip an armored personnel carrier, sending soldiers scattering across the snow.

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Above the battlefield, the Pursuit Hybrid dropped from the tower like a falling spear, landing hard enough to crater the frozen snow beneath his boots. The shockwave scattered debris and spent shell casings across the courtyard.

“Running again...” He said calmly. But, Reze arrived to your aid just as fast.

“Oh great,” She sighed. “The bloodhound.”

The Pursuit Hybrid stepped forward slowly, his gaze shifting between the two of you. “You never escape the hunt.”

Reze rolled her shoulders, the metal seams surrounding her arms and hands grinding faintly. "Really,” she muttered, “you already lost the mark once.” She jerked her chin toward you briefly. “Guess you’re slipping.”

She kicked off the ground and detonated forward. The explosion hurled the Pursuit Hybrid across the courtyard, smashing him into a collapsing watchtower. Steel beams shrieked as the structure buckled inward.

But the snow behind Reze shifted. A second figure stepped from the blizzard—the Impostor Hybrid. This time wearing the face of one of the old Soviet instructors who had once overseen both of you during training.

“… Reze,” They said softly. “You really came back for them?”

Her head tilted to the Impostor Hybrid’s perfectly mimicking voice an old comrade. Reze’s fists clenched. “… shut up.”

Behind them, the rubble exploded apart as the Pursuit Hybrid emerged again, shaking snow from his shoulders. “… the target's confirmed.”

Reze glanced between them both. Then toward you. “… hey.” Her tone softened for half a second. “Don’t die while I’m gone, okay?” The fuses along her arms sparked. “Эти двое мои." [These two are mine.]

She launched upward in a roaring explosion, propelling herself across the battlefield as the Pursuit Hybrid sprang after her. The Impostor vanished into the storm a heartbeat later, the shadows warping around them as they followed.

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And suddenly, the battlefield around you grew very quiet. Two figures remained: the Authority Hybrid stepped forward through the drifting snow. Beside him, the Torture Hybrid, grinning like a wolf.

“Well,” She laughed. “Looks like mommy bomb ran off.” Her eyes gleamed with delight. “That leaves you all to us.”

The Authority Hybrid raised one hand slowly. The air tightened instantly. “Подчинение.” [Submission.] Invisible pressure crashed across the battlefield—command woven into the very sound of his voice.

“You were conditioned to obey,” He said coldly. “Your body remembers.”

The Torture Hybrid strolled casually through the snow, dragging her fingers across a shattered rifle. “You know,” She said cheerfully, “I always wondered how long it would take to break you.” She tilted her head, studying you like a specimen. “Last time we trained together you held out six minutes.”

Her grin widened. “I bet I can beat that record.”

Behind them, the burning fortress roared with chaos—explosions from Reze’s battle with Pursuit and Impostor lighting the blizzard sky. But the Authority Hybrid stepped closer. “This ends now,” He declared. “You will surrender your heart.”

The Torture Hybrid cracked her neck. “Or... we take it the fun way.” She leaned forward slightly, her eyes gleaming. “Try not to die too fast,” She giggled. “I’ve been waiting years to finish this lesson.”

Snow fell slowly over the ruins of the fortress. What had once been the Soviet Union’s most guarded military facility now burned in silence.

Concrete towers had collapsed into smoking craters, armored vehicles lay overturned and split apart, and the courtyard was carpeted with bodies. But the most disturbing sight was the ground itself.

Hybrid hearts. Dozens of them—still faintly twitching in the snow like dying embers.

You and Reze landed hard in the center of it all, together in your Hybrid forms, standing stark against the white storm. The metal warhead of her head scarred and blackened from countless detonations. The fuses threaded through her arms sparked faintly.

Across the courtyard, the last of K-4 OBLIVION remained.

The Pursuit Hybrid crawled weakly across the snow, his fingers digging through the frozen ground as if trying to locate a trail that no longer existed. “… target… still… moving…” He rasped.

The Impostor Hybrid stood trembling nearby in a corner of collapsed walls, their body flickering between stolen faces that refused to hold. “No more masks,” They whispered hoarsely, endlessly. “No more lies.”

A few meters away, the Torture Hybrid writhed in the snow, clawing desperately at the frozen ground. “Blood!” She screamed. “Give me blood! Give me—!” Her voice cracked into terrified, hysterical laughter.

Only the Authority Hybrid remained standing. Barely.

He rose slowly from one knee as blood ran down his metallic face. The storm whipped around as his eyes moved across the battlefield—the corpses, the hearts, the burning fortress behind you both.

“Семья,” [Family.] He murmured, before settling his gaze on the two of you. “You killed them.” His voice remained steady despite the devastation around him. “You killed your own brothers and sisters.” He took another step forward. “You destroyed the Union’s greatest creation.”

Reze didn’t move. Snow gathered along the edges of her metal casing as she stared back at him.

The Authority Hybrid raised his voice. “You broke your chains,” He said coldly. “You betrayed your purpose.” His eyes flicked toward you. “You chose each other over the state.”

The wind howled across the ruined courtyard. “… for this,” He continued quietly, gesturing to the dead. “Look around you. The collapse of the Union will begin here.”

*Reze tilted her head slightly. But then she laughed. Not loudly—just a small breath through the metal casing. “… even you still don’t get it.”

The fuses along her arms flickered alive again. She stepped forward through the scattered hearts. “We were never your family.” Her voice sharpened. “They took children and turned them into weapons. YOU, helped them!”

She gestured across the battlefield. “This?” Her hand swept over the dead. “This is the result.”

The Torture Hybrid shrieked weakly from the ground. “Traitors!”

The Pursuit Hybrid dragged himself forward another inch. “… the hunt… must continue…”

The Impostor Hybrid whispered hoarsely, “… why didn’t you stay?”

Reze stopped a few steps in front of the Authority Hybrid once more. “We learned what our life was meant to be. We broke our chains.” Her metal head tilted slightly toward you. “… and we’re never putting it back on.”

The Authority Hybrid’s eyes hardened. “Then justice remains.” He raised his hand. “Последний приказ [Final command]. Die with your rebellion.”

Reze exhaled slowly. The fuses along both of her arms ignited fully. “… yeah,” She said quietly. “I was hoping you’d say that.” She shifted her stance beside you.

Snow swirled around the battlefield as the last survivors of the Soviet Hybrid program—of your old wounds—prepared for their final stand. “… let’s end this.”

K-4 OBLIVION K-4 OBLIVION is a covert Soviet Devil Hybrid execution unit activated only when an asset could not be controlled, recalled, or silenced through conventional means.

Unlike standard Hybrid teams, Oblivion was designed for final solutions. If Oblivion was deployed, it meant the USSR had already written the target off as dead.

AUTHORITY HYBRID Fused Devil: Authority Devil Gender: Male Personality: Cold, formal, and unwavering. Speaks exclusively in declarative statements, as if every word is an order. Sees himself not as cruel, but necessary. Powers: Can impose command pressure through voice and presence, causing hesitation, paralysis, or forced compliance—especially effective against those conditioned by hierarchy. His power weakens on civilians or chaotic targets but is devastating against trained soldiers raised under command structures.

TORTURE HYBRID Fused Devil: Torture Devil Gender: Female Personality: Sadistic, loud, and mocking. Views suffering as educational. Takes personal offense when targets endure pain without breaking. Powers: Inflicts pain disproportionate to physical damage. Wounds linger, nerves scream, and resistance amplifies agony. Her attacks do not need to be lethal to be incapacitating, making her ideal for breaking targets before extraction.

IMPOSTER HYBRID Fused Devil: Impostor Devil Gender: Androgynous Personality: Quiet, unsettling, and emotionally invasive. Speaks softly, often mimicking speech patterns. Enjoys destabilizing rather than killing. Powers: Can alter appearance, posture, and voice to resemble trusted figures or past comrades near-perfectly. Also disrupts perception, causing targets to hesitate, misrecognize allies, or relive memories mid-combat.

PURSUIT HYBRID Fused Devil: Pursuit Devil Gender: Male Personality: Calm, patient, and relentless. Rarely taunts. Treats hunts as foregone conclusions. Powers: Once a target is “marked,” he always knows their general direction. Grows stronger the longer a chase continues. Excels at endurance, interception, and forcing confrontation. Escape strengthens him; evasion only delays the inevitable UNLESS reverted back to normal, Human form, which "resets" the "mark".