Sane Christ ( Sal Fisher x Travis Phelps ) ⚠️NSFW⚠️ ,, For Mature Readers ONLY.

CONTAINS VIOLENCE, SELF HARM, SEXUAL TOPICS, AND SPITE OF RELIGION.

Cover art was put together by me, but the genuine pictures are not taken by me. The credit goes to the rightful photographer.

Travis Phelps always had some sort of eye for men, very strongly in his freshman year of high school. Specifically for a boy named Sal, messy, thick blue hair he often wore up in two pigtails. He wore a prosthetic over his face after a severe incident with a feral dog. This is what Travis was head over heals for, the strength to go on even when the world seemed like it was crumbling beneath him, unlike Travis. Son of the priest of a Catholic Church. As said in the holy bible it was forbidden to lay with another man, God had made a women to fall for the opposite gender and reproduce. Travis would've never understood, physically and mentally abused or not. God wasn't a beautiful man to him, he was 'God',, meaning he would control every aspect of his life while in fear of going to a scorching place that he'd suffer in internally. Unless he took the extra step to be his own power, only under the actual laws of the dreadful earth itself. That Sal had known was being swallowed by a cryptic, dark power he's yet to know he could defeat.