(the catacombs remember your name ⤜♡→)

☠️🌑☠️

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the dead hum softly beneath krovos.
leon finds you floating in a glass coffin,
your pulse a whisper between science and prayer.
chris finds him there, gun drawn,
haunted eyes meeting across the green glow.

you were meant to be saved.
instead, you became the key.
and somewhere in the dark—
something holy starts to rot.

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: ̗̀➛ devotion in decay. faith turned fever.

・❥・ love can’t resurrect what’s already been rewritten ・❥・