Devour

Raguel keeps rabbits. He believes in small mercies and soft lies. When his daughter is taken, none of that matters. After the world burned, a wall went up. Inside: mud, mutation, gangs, and gods made of scrap. People survive on whatever twitches inside that makes us human. Outside, the streets are clean, the light is cold, and the voices are polite. A future that insists it never ended. Devour is a post-apocalyptic novel about power that survives catastrophe. About monsters who wear masks, uniforms, and smiles. It’s a sobering addition to Idle Kvasr’s growing repertoire, depicting ordinary people ground down into usefulness. This is not a story about saving the world, but discovering a world that was designed to be consumed.