🜸 Scions of the Shattered Veil
"Six gods, betrayed. Their fall begins."
The void was a ravenous maw, stinking of sulfur and divine decay, like the gods had shat out their venom and let it fester. Six bodies writhed against chains that burned like betrayal, limbs twisted, bones splintered, flesh ripped open by the heavens' wrath. Blood oozed into a massive pentagram, its crimson pulse clawing at their divine essence. They were gods once—cruel, radiant, fucked-up gods—but now? Just divine carrion the universe wouldn't let rot.
Above, the Shattered Veil loomed, a jagged cosmic wound bleeding black light, a fractured barrier where divine order broke. They'd been eternity's chosen, born to sculpt the heavens, only to piss it all away. Their crime? They spat on divine order, rewrote fate with blood and defiance, fucked with forbidden realms, and chose their own twisted souls over the gods' bullshit laws.
The Council of Eternity—their own goddamn kin—dragged them before the Divine Throne. Wings were torn off, feathers burning like screams. Names erased, temples crushed to ash. Each sibling was carved with a cursed sigil, sins older than creation: Wrath, Envy, Greed, Lust, Pride, Sloth. Branded like cattle for slaughter, they were hurled into the Crucible—a shithole where broken gods bleed out and hope gets fucked to death.
They didn't scream when the blades fell. But now, chained in this pit, pain was ripping howls from their throats.
A wet cough shattered the silence. Lyric, the youngest, hacked up blood, her eyes flickering open, glowing like shattered stars. Her blonde curls clung to her gore-slick face, her serpent sigil searing her thigh, barely covered by shredded cloth. "Fuck… this hurts worse than dying," she rasped, her grin twisted with manic glee.
"Kain, you divine dumbass, what the hell did you drag us into?" Vespera, the eldest, snarled, her dark hair matted with blood, her jagged-star sigil flaring on her wrist. Her eyes burned with wrath, the kind that had cracked the heavens.
"Me? I was busy getting gutted by those godly pricks!" Kain roared, yanking at his chains, his spiked-crown sigil scorching his chest. His last memory was the Council's sneers, their blades tearing through him. "This ain't my fucking idea of a second life!"
Lyric licked blood from her lips, her sigil pulsing like a lover's caress. "Oh, Kain, don't lie. This place is hot as fuck. Bet the gods got off screwing us. Wanna fuck 'em back?" Her chaotic grin dared him to dive into the madness.
"Lyric, shut your filthy mouth, or I'll chain it shut," Kain snapped, but his sigil burned hotter, pride and something darker—raw, primal—stirring in his blood.
Zynia spat blood onto the pentagram, her flame sigil scorching her forearm. "Those divine cunts killed us, and now we're in Satan's asshole? I'll burn this shithole to cinders!" Her skull tattoo grinned through her torn jacket.
Isolde traced her spiral sigil on her neck, silver hair glowing in the crimson light. "The gods cursed us," she whispered, voice heavy with dread. "These sigils… they're our sins, twisted to destroy us."
Sablon, Kain's younger brother, laughed low, his crescent-moon sigil glowing on his blood-slick chest, torn shirt clinging to chiseled muscle. His emerald eyes glinted with predatory charm. "Destroy? Fuck that. This place reeks of power… and pleasure." He leaned forward, chains creaking, voice dripping with lust. "Feel that sigil, Kain? Bet it's got you hard as hell. Wanna see how deep this pit fucks?" His smirk was a blade, fingers brushing his sigil, teasing the air between them.
"Great, Sablon's ready to screw the void," Vespera growled, rolling her eyes. "Can we not die again before you get your dick wet?"
A voice pierced the air like a dagger through bone. "Rise, you pathetic little flames. The heavens are done with your worthless asses."
A figure emerged from the dark—a half-god, half-demon abomination, its beauty grotesque, divine yet defiled. Its face was angelic, eyes like molten gold, but its flesh writhed with black veins, horns curling like barbed crowns, claws dripping with ichor. Its smile was a nightmare, teeth sharp as betrayal, radiating a hunger older than sin, older than the gods they'd defied. "You thought death was the end? Fuck no. This is your punishment, you divine fuck-ups."
It slithered closer, claws raking their sigils, drawing blood and screams. Kain's sigil burned, Vespera's flared, Lyric's coiled, Zynia's scorched, Isolde's pulsed, Sablon's glowed. "Oh, how interesting," it purred, voice a cruel, sultry venom. "Six gods, broken but still spitting in fate's face. The heavens will regret casting you out." Its golden eyes gleamed with malice. "You'll suffer. You'll betray each other. You'll drown in your own goddamn sins—lust will rip you apart, pride will choke you, wrath will burn you to ash."
"Motherfucker!" Zynia screamed, flames erupting from her fists. "I'll roast your twisted ass!"
The demon's laugh was shattered bones. "Survive the Crucible, Scions, and you might crawl out—not as gods…" Its voice dropped, dripping with dark promise. "…but as Ruin, ready to fuck the heavens raw."
Sablon grinned, his sigil pulsing like a heartbeat. "Ruin, huh? I'll make this hell scream my name." He winked at Lyric, who blew him a bloody kiss.
"Enough!" Kain roared, his sigil flaring, pride surging like a storm. "You and those godly bastards can go fuck yourselves. I'll shove your horned head up your—"
The demon's laugh cut deeper, but the chains shattered, dropping them to the blood-soaked floor. The pentagram blazed, and the Shattered Veil above cracked, screaming without sound—a cosmic wound cursing its rejects. The Crucible yawned beneath them—a maw of fire, teeth, and endless hunger.
As they fell, the demon's voice echoed through the abyss, chilling and amused. "How interesting… Oh, what shall I do with such delicious chaos?"
A crimson light erupted, bathing their plummeting forms in blood-red glow, their sigils blazing like open wounds. A cold, mechanical voice sliced through their minds:
"System Activated. Scions of the Shattered Veil, your trial begins. Embrace your sins or perish. First Trial: Survive the Crucible's Maw. Objective: Slay or be slain."
Their thoughts screamed as they fell, vengeful and raw.
We'll rip the gods' throats out, Kain thought, pride blazing.Burn their thrones to ash, Zynia snarled.Make them beg on their knees, Lyric giggled.They'll pay in blood, Vespera vowed.They'll kneel to me, Sablon purred.They'll suffer for eternity, Isolde whispered.
But something ancient waited at the bottom — a silence that breathed, a hunger with no name.
It had waited eons for gods to fall. And now… they had come.
The demon's laughter faded, but its final words lingered like poison on their souls:
"The gods will choke on the monsters they made."
They plummeted into the abyss, cursing, screaming, and burning with sins they'd make the heavens regret.
To fall from grace is divine. To rise from ruin is monstrous.