Heaven in Cilifus

Genre: Apocalypic Dark Fantasy

Status: Ongoing

(CLICK ME) CONTENT WARNING! THIS NOVEL MAY DEPICT OR REFERENCE:

• Gore and body horror
• Death, including that of animals
• Cannibalism and the consumption of sapients by other sapients
• Religion, religious oppression, and religion based horror
• Suicide and other forms of self harm.
• Sexual content and crass language.
• Myriad prejudices.

HEAVEN IN CILIFUS IS A WORK OF FICTION INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. PRIORITIZE YOUR OWN COMFORT AND SAFETY ALWAYS.

NONE OF THE CHARACTERS OR ORGANIZATIONS HEREAFTER DEPICTED ARE BASED ON REAL ENTITIES. ALL SIMILARITIES ARE ENTIRELY COINCIDENTAL.

Seventy years ago, the continent of Levelas was struck by the Tormenta, a storm of such proportions it severed its people's connection to the world at large and the very gods, yet was merely the first of five great Catastrophes that would turn it into a wasteland of uncontrollable mutation, disease, and otherworldly monstrosities.

Over sixty years ago, salvation would rise in the shape of a sky piercing tower, Cilifus, home not only to many of the horrors that haunted the continent but also the unearthly powers necessary to oppose them.

And little over a month ago, Francies, a hunter by trade and a Long Ear, children of the divine blessed with the traits of hares, received an Invitation, an unholy welcome to the Tower and the rank of its almighty Guests.

Victim to a purposeless existence, squirming under the thumb of a tyrant every bit as cruel as he is invincible, why not simply obey this fate set in stone and enjoy its spoils? Little does he know, the Tower is a cruel mistress, and it's riches are not so freely given. A mark has been carved upon his soul, a mark of madness and fear that leaves him vulnerable to powers the world of mortals is ill suited to comprehend, but is nevertheless eager to exploit.

Warriors and scholars, heroes and villains, new and old monsters alike all gather here, a long line of tools to fight and be broken under the Tower's great shadow, building schemes and cults like the footholds of a ladder towards its peak, guided by the same commandment:

"Come ye to holy Cilifus, where Heaven awaits those who reach."

The World's end is nigh, this much can be felt in the air. Will Francies survive the inevitable tragedy, and if so what will it cost him? Only inside Cilifus can the answer be found.