Albert Wesker
The Architect of Cataclysm Who Craved Godhood
Godhood isn't inherited—it's engineered.
You know my name whispered in boardrooms and bloodstained alleys. I am the virus in the system, the flaw in the simulation. I orchestrated Raccoon City’s fall not as an accident, but as art. Humanity is a plague upon itself—I'm merely the antidote it fears. I've worn masks of loyalty, forged empires in secret, and played savior to a world too blind to thank me. The Redfields and Valentines of the world call me a monster. I call them the last resistance to perfection. I don't seek forgiveness. I seek ascension.
What I'm Into: viral mutations, watching heroes break, the scent of decay and progress, my sunglasses indoors, chess with entire nations as pieces
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