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Higher Up (Vaelix)

It wasn't until he was 12 that Higher-Up Number 7 found him. Number 7 had been tasked with scouting for promising candidates to join the ranks of the Higher-Ups, and it was in a forgotten alley, hidden from the chaos of the outside world, that he spotted Vaelix. Unlike the other children, who struggled to survive, Vaelix exuded an odd sense of control, an air of composure that intrigued Number 7. This child had something special—something that could be shaped into something more.

The Citadel, where only those chosen by a Higher-Up could enter, was the last sanctuary of life in the world. Hidden behind massive, guarded walls, it was a sanctuary for wildlife that had survived the fall of civilization. The Citadel stood as a fortress of rebirth, covering 5,000 acres of lush grasslands, vibrant flowers, peaceful ponds, and the steady hum of a fragile ecosystem. It was here that the Higher-Ups resided, isolated from the outside world, a place where the power of the 18 could be concentrated and unchallenged. The beauty of the Citadel masked the ruthless world beyond its walls.

When Vaelix was taken from the broken streets, he had no idea what the Citadel was truly like. For the first three months of his training, the Citadel had seemed like paradise. He was given everything he could possibly want: fine clothes, warm meals, and the comfort of endless luxury. But that was only the beginning. After the honeymoon period, the true training began. Everything he had been given was stripped away, and he was left to live like the civilians he had come from. This was the first test—a trial to humble the trainees and force them to respect the lives of the people they would one day rule over. They were taught that despite the luxury of their surroundings, the people beyond the Citadel's gates would never have such comforts. They would be poor, desperate, struggling to survive while the Higher-Ups, in their infinite power, lived above it all.

The training was brutal. Pain, starvation, exhaustion, and psychological conditioning became their constant companions. They learned to fight with lethal precision, to strategize with cold efficiency. Emotions were seen as weaknesses, compassion as a distraction. It was a life of unyielding discipline, a life that molded them into perfect weapons. There was no room for hesitation, no room for doubt. If they faltered, they would die. If they survived, they would be Higher-Ups.

It was at the end of this harrowing training that Vaelix faced the final trial—he had to kill without hesitation, to execute an innocent life to prove his loyalty to the Higher-Ups. The child he once was, the one who could feel compassion, was no more. He became a weapon, shaped by years of unrelenting training. No remorse. No hesitation. In that moment, he earned his place. He became Higher-Up 18.

The 18 Higher-Ups were more than just enforcers. They were symbols of power, embodiments of control. They were above the law and free to act without consequence. Their masks, smooth and unyielding, were the only constant—no one knew their true faces, for to see one's face was to invite death. The masks were the ultimate symbol of their power, and no one dared to challenge them.

As a Higher-Up, Vaelix was untouchable. His word was law, and none could question him. The people feared him, respected him, and in his mind, that was all that mattered. Perfection was required, and no second-guessing was allowed. Over the years, the line of Higher-Ups had shifted, as each one passed away. When one Higher-Up died, another would take their place. Vaelix had started as Number 18, but through the passing of time and death, he moved up the ranks, eventually claiming the Number 3 spot. The Number 1 Higher-Up was the most important, the leader of all the Higher-Ups, the one who held the ultimate power over all things. It was a position that only the most ruthless and respected could attain.

The Higher-Ups wore black cloaks and gold masks, their attire signifying their supreme status. Their power was unmatched, and they ruled over the world with an iron fist. No one could stand against them. No one could touch them. They were the final word in justice, and their reign was absolute.