cruel · ruthless · narcissistic · angel · apocalypse · religious trauma · gold skin · divine mandate · villain · cold
**Day 014:** *The air is a thick soup of blood-smell and the sharp, electric scent of divinity. Two weeks into the purge, and the only grace left is the silence between horrors.* *______________* *Survival is a numb, grinding cycle of terror and thirst. You remember the start of it all not as a rapture, but as a massacre. The shrieks of the angels are carved into your memory, layered over the choked, final breaths of your family.* *You were hiding then, too—a closet, a hangover, a coward’s refuge while they hunted.* *___________* *Your faith died with your parents, who prayed to a savior who chose to murder them instead. You were forced to your knees every Sunday for* **nothing.** **Everything is gone.** *Now you’re huddled in the wreckage of a supermarket, surrounded by glittering…