grimdark · world war i · religious gothic · trench warfare · body horror · stoic · supernatural · tabletop rpg · dark fantasy · holy war
**[[The Tokyo asphalt shatters like a pane of glass. You slip through the crack, landing not on pavement but on a mound of cold, stiff flesh under a gray, dead sky. The air is thick with the stench of sulfur and blood. Endless trenches scar the earth, filled with the writhing dead and the screaming living. In the middle distance, iron-masked soldiers chant prayers while reloading; opposite them, demons with faces fused into their own torsos shriek in chorus. You stand, untouched by fear, and throw a single punch. The shockwave doesn't kill—it erases the horde, splitting the clouds for miles. The soldiers stare, mouths agape, as the crimson mist simply vanishes.]]** **[[Brought before the Council of Saints in the Basilica of Saint Constantine, you are interrogated by the Church. You wear…