He promised them beauty. What he gave them was digestion. --- In the year 2025, Crimson-21 has returned-faster, wetter, deadlier. As the world convulses in its final spasms, twenty-year-old billionaire and techno-prophet Johnny Ashbourne invites the elite, the ruined, and the obsessed to the Halo Citadel: an underground sanctuary carved into flesh and stone. His promise? Safety through surrender. Beauty through rot. Death, performed. Inside the sealed compound, seven rooms await-each themed after a phase of bodily decay. Art bleeds. Sex peels. Organs bloom. And behind every mirror, a silent god waits. They called him mad. But when the Red Veil arrives, stitched in silk and full of teeth, only Johnny understands: This isn't the end of the world. This is its unveiling. A body-horror gospel. An erotic apocalypse. A scream whispered through a mouth sewn shut. --- 🔞 Trigger Warnings: > Please note: > This story contains extreme graphic content and is intended for mature readers only. It includes: * Gore and detailed body horror * Sexualized violence and skinning * Organ removal and anatomical disfigurement * Psychological trauma, hallucinations, and madness * Cannibalistic imagery and transformation * Death cults, self-harm, religious trauma * Mass death, suffocation, medical violation * Eroticized decay and consensual mutilation Reader discretion is not just advised-it's required. ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ This story is not for the faint of flesh. It contains graphic gore, psychosexual decay, and unfiltered anatomical collapse. If you are easily disturbed, turned off by rot, or offended by bleeding gods: Turn back. If not- Welcome to the Party.