finally Madler

But now you are alive.

— You lie here. You are Celus.

— Trembling hands embrace you, because you are Celus.

— A first-year seminarian, the only one with a black star on your forehead, you stand at the solemn ceremony, swearing loyalty to pain — stern and unyielding. You are Celus.

— For the first time, you cut into living flesh — the cold of the blade in your palm, the smell of metal mixing with the bitterness of fear and responsibility. You are Celus.

— You stand at the secret gatherings of heretics; their voices whisper of the truth the priests hide, of the faith that shatters chains. You are Celus.

— Dahhar’s hands — faithful and quiet — install your first implant: an impulse stabilizer, the throbbing metal under your skin. You are Celus.

— Agnetius’s lips brush against your cheekbone, tenderness in the midst of severity, light in the shadow of your world. You are Celus.

— Stealthily, you inscribe the words of a forbidden prayer in the library — letters that burn and pulse like living fire in your fingers. You are Celus.

— A song in an unknown tongue trembles in your bones — it frightens you, and it calls to you, and you want at once to flee and to stay, to listen and to forget. You are Celus.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/67529541/chapters/174524776

Ordo Doloris is my original dystopian story with elements of biohorror and religious themes. It's available for reading on ao3 now!

At the center is a silent vessel of a pain-worshipping cult, stepping into the outside world for the first time after the temple collapses.

Themes: control, corporeality, post-apocalyptic isolation, fractured faith.

This post includes illustrations from the first chapter.

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*Klobuk — a traditional Eastern Orthodox monastic headpiece: a tall hat (skufia) covered by a long black veil that drapes over the shoulders, symbolizing humility and separation from the world.

Bookmark it so you don’t miss the next chapter — I promise it’s not just another yaoi thing, but something darker: ritualistic violence, a touch of cannibalism, and copious amounts of surgical intervention.

Coming soon.

Sutura Sancta. Exordium Doloris

«In the beginning was the incision.

And the Lord beheld it — and saw that it was good.»

Welcome to the world of Ordo Doloris — a sacred order where pain is divine, flesh is scripture, and obedience is salvation.

This is not a story about rebellion.

It’s a story about devotion taken too far — and the quiet, terrible cost of being made into a symbol.

At the center is Ferratus: a silent vessel of worship, shaped by ritual, scarred by obedience, and revered like a relic. He does not speak. He does not question. He simply endures.

Until something breaks.

What begins as a tale of sacred surgery and immaculate suffering becomes a journey toward lost humanity — through memory, forbidden love, and the crumbling remains of a faith that demanded everything.

This is a story for those who like their dystopias ritualistic, their gods cruel, and their messiahs achingly human.

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«Cut me a mind, O Father, in place of a stomach,