Hollow Wrath

“The loudest threats come from those who speak—but true terror lives in the silence of a man who doesn’t.” - Aurelia “Because death would be mercy. And I’d rather have you live—tethered to me until you forget you ever wanted to be anything but mine.” - Wrath I thought I‘d met monsters. I thought I had faced true horror. I thought I had felt real darkness. But nothing—nothing—could have prepared me for Oddity Carnival & Cirque. Almost two years locked away in a cage, and now I’ve been pulled into a world where madness knows no bounds—a place where the performers wear their brokenness like a proud mask, and the tightrope between reality and nightmare is razor-thin. Then there’s Hollow Wrath. A brother of The Hollows. The moment I lock eyes with him, something inside me shifts—an unsettling force. His gaze, red, coiled, and unblinking, snakes around my spine like cold fingers. His tattoos spiralling, alive and hungry, writhe across his skin. But Wrath is far from alive. He’s a shadow of a man. A deranged, muted sadist whose soul was devoured long ago. He doesn’t just crave death—he is the very definition of it. And now… his fixation is set on me. Dead or alive. I’m his Little Corpse. But he’s wrong if he thinks I’m just another victim. I’ve got unfinished business—demons of my own that I plan to chase. They tell me I should fear him, but the truth is... the only person I truly fear is myself.