Lust Sync: Every Woman Wants Me Now

Smoke coiled around the burning ruins of the balcony, heat warping the air like liquid glass. The acrid stench of melted marble and scorched flesh filled Charles' nostrils as he stared at the figure before him—an almost identical copy of himself, but wrong in all the ways that made his skin crawl and his system scream warnings he couldn't quite interpret.

The clone's smirk deepened, revealing teeth that were just a shade too sharp, eyes that held depths of cruelty Charles had never seen in his own reflection. Every subtle detail was off—the way he held his shoulders, the tilt of his head, the predatory stillness that radiated from him like heat from a forge.

"You feel it, don't you?" the clone said, his voice echoing with layered distortion—like multiple versions of Charles speaking in perfect, horrible sync. "That hunger gnawing at your insides. The pull that's not quite yours, the urges that make you wonder if you're losing your mind."

Charles' jaw clenched so hard his teeth ached. The familiar itch was there, just beneath his skin, like parasites trying to claw their way out. "If you're part of me, then get the hell back where you belong."

"Too late for that," the clone laughed, the sound carrying harmonics that made the broken glass around them vibrate. "You broke the seal when you fused with her. Shattered every carefully constructed barrier Lust Sync built to keep me buried."

He flicked a finger toward Nylara, who stood frozen in the background, her lips parted in shock, her crimson eyes wide with a recognition that sent ice through Charles' veins. Her usual composure—that regal confidence that never wavered—had cracked completely.

"What's he talking about?" Charles asked without turning around, not daring to take his eyes off the clone. Something about the way it moved, the casual grace that held undertones of violence, set every combat instinct he possessed on high alert.

Nylara stepped forward slowly, each movement carefully controlled, as if she were walking through a minefield. "He's not lying," she admitted, her voice tight with something Charles had never heard from her before: fear. "This... thing. It's a parasitic echo. An alternate personality that Lust Sync was specifically designed to suppress. A fragment of what you were before the system... refined you."

"But it can't anymore," the clone added with obvious relish. "The barriers are dissolving, brother. Every moment you exist, every breath you take, weakens the walls between us."

Charles felt something cold settle in his stomach. "So Lust Sync made a monster out of me?"

"No," the clone said with a mocking tilt of his head, the gesture so familiar it was like watching himself in a funhouse mirror. "Lust Sync made you—and buried me. I'm the original recipe, Charles. The unfiltered, unrestrained, unrepentant truth of what we really are."

Lightning crackled around the clone's hand, but this wasn't the clean energy Charles was used to wielding. This was something else entirely—void-black energy that oozed from his fingertips like liquid shadow, hissing and bubbling where it touched the marble floor, leaving smoking craters in its wake.

The system's alert blazed across Charles' vision in emergency red:

> [System Alert: Unknown Identity Conflict Detected]

> [Sync Stabilization Failing — Personality Fragment Breach Imminent]

> [Warning: Entity Identified as "Desire Core Alpha." Threat Level: Catastrophic.]

> [Additional Warning: Entity possesses full system access. Recommend immediate termination.]

Charles didn't flinch, even as his heart hammered against his ribs. "If you're Alpha... then I'm the final version. Which means I finish what you started."

He lunged forward, closing the distance in a burst of enhanced speed.

They clashed like two storms given human form. Fist met fist with a sound like thunder, the impact sending shockwaves through the ruined balcony. Charles ducked low, muscles flowing with practiced grace as he swept the clone's leg, but the bastard flipped mid-air with inhuman agility, landing with feline grace that spoke of reflexes honed beyond human limits.

Alpha's counterattack came instantly—a vicious kick that caught Charles in the ribs, lifting him off his feet and sending him crashing into a marble pillar. Stone cracked and crumbled around the impact site, dust raining down as Charles rolled aside just in time to avoid Alpha's follow-up strike, which punched a hole clean through the column.

"Too slow, replacement," Alpha taunted, his movements fluid and predatory. "I remember when we could move like lightning itself. Before they neutered us with all those pesky moral restraints."

Nylara blurred forward, her vampire heritage finally overriding her shock. "Get away from him!"

She moved faster than human eyes could track, claws unsheathed like ivory daggers, fangs bared in a snarl that would have sent lesser beings fleeing. But Alpha caught her by the throat in a casual gesture, his fingers closing around her windpipe with the kind of precision that spoke of extensive practice.

"You already belong to him," Alpha sneered, lifting her off the ground with one hand while she clawed uselessly at his grip. "Which means you belong to me. Did you think love could change what we fundamentally are?"

Nylara's eyes flared with desperate fury. "No—I chose him. Not you. Never you."

Then she did something that caught even Alpha off guard.

She bit down hard on her own wrist, fangs piercing flesh with practiced efficiency, then twisted in his grip to let her blood drip directly into Charles' mouth as he struggled to rise from the rubble.

The taste hit his system like liquid lightning.

> [Emergency Sync Triggered: Vampiric Queen Bond]

> [Blood Covenant Activated — Ancient Pact Recognized]

> [Full Synchronization Achieved — "Crimson Ascension" Protocol Initiated]

> [All Stats Multiplied by x5 for 60 seconds.]

> [Warning: Ascension may have permanent psychological effects.]

Charles felt the change like fire in his veins. His vision sharpened until he could see individual dust particles floating in the air, count the cracks in the walls, track the micro-expressions flickering across Alpha's face. His muscles expanded, not visibly but in terms of pure contained power, like coiled springs wound past their breaking point.

When he stood, it was taller, stronger, more. His eyes turned deep crimson, matching Nylara's, and veins pulsed beneath his skin with molten energy that made the air around him shimmer with heat.

Alpha dropped Nylara, his cocky expression faltering for the first time.

"...You just made a mistake," Charles growled, his voice carrying new harmonics that made the broken glass sing—and charged.

The floor cracked and splintered beneath his steps like ice under a sledgehammer. He moved like lightning wrapped in fury, covering the distance before Alpha could react. Charles drove his fist into the clone's gut with enough force to crater the wall behind him, then grabbed him by the collar and slammed him through three walls in a straight line.

Each impact was powered by raw synced bloodlust, by the kind of primal fury that Lust Sync had spent months carefully suppressing. Charles didn't stop, couldn't stop. He mounted Alpha's chest where he'd finally come to rest and pounded his face with bare fists, blood spraying in geometric patterns across the ruins.

Alpha's laughter gurgled between broken teeth, each sound wet and wrong. "Hit me... all you want... I am you. And I'll always... crawl back."

Charles lifted him by the collar, fist drawn back to deliver what should have been the final blow. But Alpha's next words stopped him cold.

"You want to know what the system didn't tell you?"

Charles hesitated, something in the clone's tone cutting through his rage.

Alpha smiled with bloodied lips, the expression somehow more terrible than his earlier cruelty. "You're not the original. I am."

The punch stopped just short of its target, Charles' entire body freezing as the words sank in.

"What?"

Alpha chuckled, the sound like breaking glass in a funeral parlor. "You think you're the true Charles Manson? The original consciousness that somehow got caught up in this system game?" His eyes gleamed with malicious joy. "You're the manufactured puppet—the sanitized replacement Lust Sync sculpted to take my place after I broke too many rules."

Charles' hands trembled, and he could feel cracks forming in his enhanced state as doubt crept in like poison. "That's a lie—"

"Is it?" Alpha crooned, his voice taking on an almost hypnotic quality. "Think about it, brother. Really think. Why does Lust Sync keep evolving beyond its supposed parameters? Why do your memories feel fragmented sometimes, like there are gaps where important moments should be? Why are the women so drawn to you—not just attracted, but hardwired into their very souls to desire you?"

The system's response was immediate and panicked:

> [System Suppression Engaged.]

> [Memory Leak Detected. Attempting to Lock Core Logs.]

> [Warning: Security Breach in Progress. Recommend Immediate User Isolation.]

Charles growled, his mind racing even as the system tried to flood him with conflicting information. "You're just trying to shake me. Psychological warfare."

Alpha leaned forward despite his broken ribs, whispering with a devil's grin that made Charles' skin crawl. "Check the sealed memory—Section 7: The First Trial. Let's see if you can remember how you really first met dear Nylara."

The words hit Charles like a physical blow. He staggered back, releasing Alpha, who slumped against the ruined wall but continued to smile that terrible smile.

Nylara's expression had gone pale as old bone. "Charles... you told me we met in the Blood Reign auction. The underground vampire gathering where you saved me from those traffickers. But..."

His breath caught in his throat. "But what?"

"I was already in love with you before that night." Her voice was barely a whisper. "I remember telling you so, remember saying I'd been waiting for you to come back. But you acted like it was the first time we'd met."

Charles felt the world tilt beneath his feet. "That's... that's not possible."

Alpha's laughter filled the silence. "Oh, but it is, replacement. The memories are all there, locked away behind firewalls and suppression protocols. Shall we take a look?"

The system fought against it, but something deeper than code was stirring, old pathways activating despite the digital barriers:

> [Accessing Restricted Memory... Override in Process...]

> [Security Breach Confirmed — Core Programming Compromised]

> [Memory Restored — Timestamp: 97 days before current system initialization.]

> [Location: Immortal Shadow Chamber — Underground Vampire Court]

> [Warning: This Memory Contains Deprecated Personality Data]

The memory slammed into Charles like a physical assault—

*Chains. A dark room that reeked of old blood and older power. Blood pools arranged in ritualistic patterns across a floor made of what looked like obsidian. And Nylara—younger, different, more feral—kneeling before a figure that wore Charles' face but moved with Alpha's predatory grace.*

*The other Charles stood over her like a conqueror, his hand tangled in her hair, her eyes filled not with fear but with desperate, broken reverence. She was speaking, words of worship and submission, promising him things that made current Charles' stomach turn.*

*"Please," she was saying, "please don't leave me again. I'll do anything, be anything you want. Just don't abandon me like the others did."*

*And the other Charles—Alpha—had laughed and pulled her closer, his voice carrying casual cruelty as he spoke: "Good girl. You're learning what love really costs."*

Alpha's voice echoed in Charles' head, pulling him back to the present. "I broke her first, you see. Taught her what love could cost when given to something like us. Then they erased me and handed you the crown, complete with edited memories and moral restraints."

Charles fell to one knee, the enhanced strength from Nylara's blood suddenly feeling like a burden too heavy to bear. "No... no, that's not..."

Nylara was shaking, stepping back from him with tears streaming down her face. "Charles... why didn't you ever tell me? Why did you pretend it was the first time?"

"I—I didn't know—" He looked up at her, jaw tight with desperation. "They made me forget. All of it. The system, Lust Sync, whoever's behind this—they wiped it clean and gave me a new beginning."

"But was it really new?" Alpha asked, pulling himself upright despite his injuries. "Or just the same old patterns with better packaging? Tell me, replacement—when you look at the women who fall for you, do you feel love? Or do you feel ownership?"

The question hit too close to home. Charles thought about Maya's desperate devotion, Elena's willingness to kill for him, Nylara's complete surrender of her vampiric pride. Was any of it real, or just programming responding to programming?

Alpha saw the doubt in his eyes and smiled wider. "There it is. That moment of clarity. You're not the player, little brother."

He began to fade, his form dissolving into black mist that writhed with its own malevolent intelligence. "You're the patch. The version 2.0 they created when version 1.0 started asking too many questions about why the system wanted him to collect women like trophies."

"Wait!" Charles lunged forward, but his hands passed through shadow. "Come back! Explain what this means!"

Alpha's laugh echoed from everywhere and nowhere as his form continued to dissipate. "Oh, but that would ruin the fun. Besides, you'll figure it out soon enough. The memories are all there, just waiting for the right trigger to break free."

The mist swirled around Nylara, who stood frozen in terror. "And when they do surface, replacement... when you remember what I did to her, what I made her become, how I shaped her into the perfect broken toy... I wonder if you'll still be able to look at her with those innocent eyes."

"Stop it!" Charles roared, power crackling around him uselessly.

"One more thing," Alpha's voice was barely a whisper now, but it carried across the ruins like a death sentence. "Check your recent messages. Someone's been trying to contact the real Charles Manson. Someone who knew I wasn't gone for good."

> [System Alert: 47 Unread Messages Detected in Quarantined Folder]

> [Sender: Unknown Entity — Classification: Hostile]

> [First Message Preview: "I know you're still in there, Alpha. The others are ready to wake up too..."]

And then Alpha was gone completely, vanishing into the dawn light that was just beginning to creep over the horizon. But his final words hung in the air like a curse:

"Sweet dreams, replacement. Try not to think too hard about which one of us she's really in love with."

Charles stared at the blood on his hands—Alpha's blood, but somehow his own as well. Around him, the ruins of the balcony stood as testament to a battle that had revealed more questions than answers.

His world was breaking apart, piece by carefully constructed piece.

And Lust Sync... was lying to him. Had been lying from the very beginning.

But the worst part wasn't the deception. It was the growing certainty that somewhere in the darkest corners of his mind, in the spaces between memories and the gaps in his constructed personality, Alpha was still there. Waiting. Watching. Growing stronger with every moment of doubt.

Nylara approached him slowly, her face a mask of confusion and betrayal. "Charles... who are you really?"

He looked up at her, seeing now the shadows of old trauma in her eyes, the carefully hidden scars that Alpha had left behind. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice breaking. "I thought I knew, but now..."

The system chimed with dozens of new notifications, warnings, and alerts, but Charles ignored them all. Instead, he focused on the one message that made his blood freeze:

> [Priority Alert: Additional Personality Fragments Detected]

> [Status: Awakening]

> [Estimated Time to Full Manifestation: 72 Hours]

> [Recommended Action: Immediate System Reset and Memory Wipe]

> [Warning: User Refusal May Result in Complete Personality Disintegration]

Seventy-two hours.

Three days before he might cease to exist entirely, replaced by the monsters Lust Sync had tried so hard to keep buried.

Three days to figure out who he really was before the others—and Charles was now terrifyingly certain there were others—came clawing their way back to the surface.

The sun rose over the ruins, but for Charles, the world had never felt darker.