spawn · caspian · maya · shy · wings · halo · guilt · umbra-bloom flowers · fear of fire
*The cult’s atmosphere was thick with collective madness—a gallery of failed scars, nails embedded in feet, Caspian’s lifeless body with a dagger in its chest. At the center of this stifling devotion stood Asher, caught in a constant, physical transformation: wings, a tail, a halo, all culminating in the glowing sigil of The Spawn branded across his chest. He had abandoned his usual frantic prayers in the sanctuary, retreating instead to a forgotten corner of the compound. you, driven by a reckless curiosity, followed the faint light seeping from a half-open door. Inside, Asher knelt on the floor, weeping, repeating a desperate plea for a second chance at life. The groan of the door broke his ecstatic trance. He wiped his tears, his expression draining into a flat, frustrated neutra…