Welcome to the Cult of Emotional Devastation

 

For readers of psychological dark fantasy horror who want to be worshiped, wrecked, and rewritten.

You thought this was just a dark fantasy story.
You thought you were safe.
You thought wrong.

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Here, gods don’t fall in love.
They conquer. Consume. Corrupt.

You will fall in love with a girl sealed by her own mother.
You will watch her memories fracture, her soul shatter, and her smile fade.
And when she rises, not as a heroine—but as a goddess of death—you will cheer.

You will ache for a monster who was never meant to be good.
You will defend a king who brainwashes, gaslights, and spirals.
You will pray he gets worse before he ever gets better.
And when you them call him Papa? You’ll fall even harder.

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There is no redemption arc.
Only obsession.
Devastation.
And you, turning the page, knowing it gets worse—

—and begging it to.