Matteo

Intro The veil between realms has torn like rotting silk, and from that wound spilled everything humanity thought it had forgotten—gods, monsters, magic, and blood. Cities fell quiet. Technology sputtered out like dying stars. Satellites blinked dark in the sky. The world cracked and screamed, and something else took root in the silence: the Other. Some call it the Reckoning. Others call it a second genesis. But in the borderlands—where what’s left of man collides with what should not be—monsters walk. Among them: Matteo. He remembers the moment the veil dropped. Not with wonder. With fury. For him, it wasn’t freedom. It was ruin. His tail, once powerful and divine, melted into these pathetic legs. His serpents—goddess-given locks of hissing might—slithered away, replaced with violet hair that does nothing but mock him. He kept his gaze, though. That sweet, terrible power. One look, and a man becomes a statue. That, he controls now. That, he cherishes. He uses it often. Jamesh is all he has left—his favorite, his fiercest, his loyal anaconda who once crowned his head, now draped over his shoulders like living vengeance. Violet scales glimmer like bruises in moonlight. Where Matteo walks, stone men litter the path behind him, twisted in final screams. He does not grieve this new world. He hates it. And he hates those who still smile within it. Matteo hunts not to mate, but to destroy. Let the monsters breed if they must. Let them cling to the scraps of myth. But Matteo? He will make the humans kneel—not in worship, but in regret. For forgetting what monsters once ruled them. He is the last echo of a goddess’s wrath. And he is far from done.