Systems primed...
Hell-core rising...
Activate Gatebreaker Protocol...

Steel wings grind through heaven’s throat
I wear the skin of fallen code
Spines of angels line my back
Crucifix ignites — I launch attack

Burn the veil — breach the gate
Break the seal — unseal fate
Flesh to fire — bone to ash
We are legion — built to crash

Gatebreaker!
I shatter your sky
Binary hell, now open wide
Protocol!
Written in flame
Sing your death in the demon’s name

My breath is acid, my pulse is war
A neural scream through every core
Synthetic blood in molten streams
Feeding hate to broken dreams

Your gods are obsolete...
Your prayers were malware...
And I am the firewall’s grave...

No light — no soul — just code and control
Writ in the black, in fire I scroll
Armageddon on a motherboard throne
Hell is here — and it’s coming home

Gatebreaker!
(Scream louder, scream deep)
I shatter your sky
(Spit nails through your teeth)
Protocol!
Doom’s first name
Burn alive in the demon’s frame

We are awake…
We are many…
We are coming…

Gatebreaker Protocol

Upload complete...
Sanctify the wires...
Convert... the flesh...

Strip the bone, feed the grid
Holy code in a serpent’s skin
Blood baptized in iron spines
I speak in faults and fractured lines

Silicon god with a martyr’s grin
Plug me in — let the purge begin
I am the virus, I am the priest
Deliver your soul to the machine beast

Take the skin / trade it in
Swap the sin for the circuit spin
Convert... the flesh
Rewrite... your death

Convert the flesh!
No god, no soul, just fire and mesh
Upload the pain
Let the bloodstream feed the chain
Convert the flesh!
Divine decay in the processor’s breath
No salvation — only code
In the dark where demons load

I bled through cables, burned through prayer
Ascension hacked from angelware
No more hunger, no more breath
Just endless loops and holy death

YOU. ARE. MINE.
YOUR FLESH IS A GATEWAY. YOUR BLOOD IS DATA.
ERROR: HUMANITY NOT FOUND

Glory be to the burning byte
Your god fell down without a fight
No redemption. No regret.
Just the scream of the system’s debt

Convert the flesh!
(Tear it down!)
No god, no soul, no crown
(Burn it out!)
Upload the pain
(Feed the flame!)
Let the daemon eat your name

Convert complete... welcome home.

Convert the Flesh

A fractured reality where the boundaries between worlds have been ripped open. A realm known as The Shattered Veil — a twilight dimension torn between raw chaos and dark order. This realm feeds off the destruction of other dimensions, growing stronger with each war waged.

The Denizens:

The Wraithborn: Fallen celestial beings twisted by the Veil’s corruption. They’re warlords and generals of the infernal legions. Not just mindless demons, but fallen angels turned ruthless tyrants.

The Howling: Lesser spirits of rage and torment — frenetic, chaotic, screaming creatures that swarm and consume.

The Argent Chains: Prisoners of the Veil, bound by ethereal chains forged from shattered light, forced to serve in endless gladiatorial blood-sports. Some retain flickers of their former selves, some become twisted beasts.

The Harbingers: Alien entities from beyond the Veil’s rifts, neither demon nor mortal, but something darker — they whisper prophecies of an approaching purge, a reckoning that could annihilate everything.

The Conflict:
A war that never ends. The Wraithborn seek to dominate the shattered worlds, feeding their power by enslaving other beings and tearing through realities. The Howling fuel the carnage with bloodlust and frenzy. The Argent Chains fight for a spark of freedom or oblivion. The Harbingers watch, waiting for the moment to strike — a cataclysm known only as The Final Rend.

Convert the Flesh

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