SweetLemomBoi
After humanity collapsed, they created gods from the calendar itself.
Twelve bloodlines.
Twelve Months.
Twelve teenagers worshipped like saints in a dying world.
In Crimson Vale, the Months are everything people pray for:
peace, warmth, rain, order, hope.
But gods bleed just like everyone else.
December was raised to become humanity's symbol of salvation.
November learned that grief can make monsters out of anyone.
And somewhere beneath the parties, violence, and worship, something inside the Months is beginning to rot.
Because the world didn't end once.
It's starting to end again.
As loyalties fracture and love turns obsessive, the Months begin pulling each other closer to destruction - and the closer they get, the more dangerous they become.
Some were created to save humanity.
Others were never meant to survive it.