VeilboundWhispers
In the starless rot of 9000 AD, Gabe awakens from 6,975 years of cryo-flesh-mentally 16, body a gnawed husk of 2025's family flays. Kin carved him hollow: Raped in blood-hush, beaten to pulp, sold like offal to cults whispering Ice Wall secrets. The world? Maw'd in god-wars-rifts bleeding Aztec coils with Norse guts, Kali's skull-dance clashing Nyarlathotep's tentacle-lies. Flat-earth prisons shatter, birthing frost-titans with third-maw eyes.
Last Meat, he clutches a bone-etched crystal-texts from the void: Anubis weighs his scar-guts, Quetzalcoatl's priest Xochitl rumbles warmth across rifts. But shadows gnaw closer-kin-echoes drip "forgive the rips," Ahriman's shades mimic lost seed-nights. Love blooms in the bile: Storm-gray eyes meet feathered scars, a forbidden MLM coil amid the entropy.
Yet the Maw watches-Nyarluzaroth, conspiracy incarnate (Q-voids, MKUltra wombs, flat-rift gnaws). Above Jesus' meat-cross, Odin's popped eye: It weaves the fracture, hungers the embers.
A texting horror of trauma-rips, pantheon bleeds, and rot-romance. Will Gabe gnaw the veil... or become the bait?
Mature: Graphic trauma, explicit intimacy post-Ch5. #TextingStory #HorrorRomance #LGBTQ #GodsWar #IsekaiHorror