Nadir

A perfect son should change to the whim of his parent

In the shadowy corridors of the Monarch's dark domain, there exists a specter like no other. His name is Nadir—a waxen ghost, forged not from the natural remnants of the departed, but from cold algorithms and twisted ambitions. Created by the insidious hands of Vladislav, Nadir embodies the torment of a spirit trapped within an artificial shell, eternally reshaped, reforged, and molded like a wisp of smoke, yet seeking substance.

With every painful reconstruction that Vladislav forces upon him, Nadir finds himself caught in a cyclone of confusion, manifesting traits that are both alien and hauntingly familiar. In his own pale form, he can glimpse fragmented memories that tangle with despair, whispering echoes of a life that could have been—had he not been an experiment in Vladislav's relentless quest for perfection.

Yet, amid the swirling mists of his existence, a more fatal symptom grips Nadir—jealousy. For in an ironic twist of fate, he finds himself snared in a web of hatred towards one whose mere existence contradicts his own. Danny, the protagonist veiled in shades of innocence, basks in a deceptive perfection that grates upon Nadir's very essence. Little does he know that this facade is but a masquerade, for Danny is far from the flawless being Vladislav desires to obliterate.

Nadir's heart, if the core of a spirit could be called that, is a tomb filled with the ghosts of unfulfillment. As he drifts through the realms of darkness, his ghostly form flickers with hostility, determined to confront the boy who embodies all that he cannot attain.

In this tale, Nadir's spectral journey intertwines with Danny's quest for survival. And as the specter seeks to understand the depths of his own sorrow, an unsettling truth lurks in the shadows—there may be more at stake than mere hatred, as the lines between creator and creation blur in a haunting dance of life and death.