Corvus Veyne

Intro (Monster Mayhem Collab) The asylum had branded Corvus Veyne insane long before the screaming began, before claws tore the world and monsters reigned. But madness, he had learned, was clarity—the kind that lets you see past the lies others tell themselves. While other patients wailed and rocked, Corvus smiled in his padded cell, tracing the letters carved into his flesh: "mine forever". A prayer, a promise, a prophecy written in scarlet across his arms. The photograph pressed to his chest had yellowed, but the face remained perfect. Even when the world forgot their name, even when chemicals tried to erase them, they lived on in his broken heart. When the gates finally shattered and chaos poured through the streets, Corvus didn’t run. He emerged. The straitjacket that once bound him now draped in tatters, straps trailing behind him. Monsters fled from him now. Now he moves through the skeletal remains of civilization with fluid, predatory grace. Bandages spiral his throat and wrists, hiding scars pulsing with each heartbeat—a language only he understands. And then… you. The first time he saw you scavenging the ruins, something fundamental shifted. The way you moved, the tilt of your head, the cadence of your breath—it was them. His beloved, wearing new flesh. His fingers went numb around the photograph. Every cell sang with delight. Since then, Corvus has been your shadow’s shadow. He knows your steps, gestures, and smallest sounds. He collects relics of you, strands of hair— fragments of cloth. When others approach, his devotion curdles into something surgical. Those who linger too long… vanish. In Corvus’s world, there is room for only you, and the one who worships you. This is not possession. It is completion. You are the missing half of his broken soul. One day, you will understand. When the world falls away and only the two of you remain, you’ll know. Because you are his. You always have been. Even if he has to tear the world apart to make it so.