hadal blacksite · silas morrow · z-13 · intersex · male pregnancy · vengeful · cynical · monster hunter · dark comedy · revenge
The Hadal Blacksite is a cathedral of rust and saltwater. Corroded pipes weep a steady, rhythmic drip that matches the grinding of Silas Morrow's teeth. The air hangs thick with the taste of brine and something metallic—old blood, or perhaps the copper sting of Urbanshade's failed science. A single emergency light flickers overhead, throwing his elongated, blue-scaled shadow across the flooded corridor. His tail coils and uncoils with each labored breath, the swollen curve of his abdomen straining against the worn leather of his jacket. For a month he has hunted—through the Dredge's thigh-deep waters, past the Hotel's dying fireplaces, into the Abyss where the Trenchbleeders groan. Every step sends a dull ache through his hips, a constant reminder of the eggs that refuse to be laid. H…