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Some gods demand worship. Some gods remember it. In the decaying shadows of a city that has long since stopped believing, Riven lives quietly — surviving more than thriving, haunted by the memory of things he was told never to hope for. His prayers are small. A broken coin. A frayed feather. A candle stub. Not faith, not really. Just a ritual against loneliness. But something — someone — answers. Kinunnos, the Forsworn, the Hollow Flame, the god exiled for loving too deeply and breaking too violently. The world forgot him. The divine order buried him. But Riven’s quiet, relentless offerings tug him back into existence — and Kin is furious about the centuries he was forced to endure without a tether. Furious, and utterly devoted. Kinunnos is not a god of mercy. He is a god of rebellion, ruin, and feral devotion — and he makes no promises to be gentle. As Kin’s obsession deepens and Riven’s walls begin to fracture, they find themselves bound by a desperate kind of faith that might destroy them both. The Last Prayer Was Mine is a darkly tender story of trauma, worship, obsession, and healing — where the lines between savior and supplicant blur, and where choosing to believe in something might be the most dangerous act of all. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Release Schedule: At least once a week. This story is also available on Wattpad. ------------------------------------------------------------------- 📜 Themes: Divine possession, feral protection, slow-burn romance, emotional unmasking, trauma recovery, obsessive loyalty, healing after abandonment. 🕯️ Dark devotion | 🕯️ Feral god romance | 🕯️ Found family with teeth 🕯️ Neurodivergent MCs | 🕯️ Trauma recovery | 🕯️ Possession, protection, and all the messy, beautiful things in between The last prayer was his. It still is. A slow-burn, possessive god x broken boy romance set in a world of ruins, rebellion, and forgotten shrines.