She was forged in blood, sharpened by silence. He came to worship the ruin she became.
Evelyn does not seek redemption. She thrives on death, her axe dancing through flesh as London burns with fear. But something watches from the fire. Something ancient. Something hungry. Gray.
A death god wrapped in shadows and myth, drawn to Evelyn’s every kill. Their obsession ignites into something holy. Something savage. And if the world must burn to bring them together?
She’ll light the match herself
