A Hymn to the Damned

"Some sons inherit wealth. Others inherit power. Doom inherited blood—and the ghost of a mother who never let death stop her from shaping him into something monstrous."



Raised by a merciless criminal, Doom’s childhood was a litany of broken bones and brutal lessons. His father didn’t raise a child—he forged a weapon. Weakness was sin. Mercy was betrayal. And love? A fairy tale whispered by a dead woman in grainy home videos. 



But the dead don’t always stay silent. 



Ainar—his mother, a legend of violence and seduction—speaks to him from beyond the grave. Her voice slithers into his fractured mind, teaching him the art of ruin: how to break bones with precision, how to turn pleasure into a weapon, how to make the world bleed for him. With every whispered lesson, Doom becomes less of a man and more of a force—something unholy, something hers. 



Yet as his father watches with cold approval, Doom begins to wonder: Is Ainar’s ghost real, or is she just the madness of a soul shattered by brutality? And does it even matter, when her guidance feels like the only truth he’s ever known? 



Is will they be salvation, No, maybe in the next life.