Elsa of the Stormpride

Elsa was born into the Stormpride tribe—nomads, hunters, and sworn enemies of the Dread Wolf. For generations, her people pursued the legend of this monstrous beast, a predator of worlds whose howls signaled doom. Elsa’s path was set from birth: to track, confront, and finally slay the Dread Wolf.

But fate twisted.

While tracing the Wolf’s tracks across the ash-blasted moons of Nibiru, Elsa heard whispers of a figure in the Sinful City—one who knew the creature’s true lair. That figure was none other than High Gomorrah Haseki.

In the silken halls of Gomorrah, Haseki listened to Elsa’s plea and offered her the truth—but not without price.

To gain the knowledge she sought, Elsa had to endure three sacred trials: one night in the Temple of Ecstasy, one night in the Hall of Pain, and finally, she was to march in the Blasphemous Procession, where the line between prayer and perversion was obliterated.

She obeyed.

Elsa surrendered to sensation. She drank from cups carved of bone and filled with laughter and screams. She danced until her limbs burned. She wept at the foot of idols made of glass and sinew. The corrupted music of Gomorrah—its guitar riffs jagged, its drums like a beating heart on fire—rattled through her ribs.

When she returned, transformed, Haseki asked only one question:

“What do you choose now, Elsa?

To learn the Wolf’s location, so your tribe may at last fulfill its thousand-year vow?

Or to abandon that path—and join us, the Gomorrah Idolaters, as we carry agony and rapture to the stars?”

Elsa’s eyes were distant. Her lips did not move.

But her silence spoke louder than any vow her tribe had ever made...