These is not neutral accounts. The Obsidian Gates was written by Emilia Glazkov many years after the events it describes, when the truth had already begun to fracture. At the time of writing, she is older, fluent, and dangerously self-aware. The voice you’ll read is hers—refined by time, sharpened by belief—but she is recounting the early days, before the cult called the Black Rainbow took shape. Before the world changed. And while she tells it all as memory, make no mistake: this is still scripture.



Gate I: Thul Ro’Dûr chronicles the night Emilia Glazkov is forever changed. After Yelena returns from Denmark—no longer herself, but something greater—she brings with her the Chrysalis, a device of unknowable power. Alone in her nightclub, Emilia unlocks it and faces a carousel of mirrors that reflect her past, her fears, and her darkest desires. But unlike others, she does not resist. She embraces the transformation. And in doing so, steps willingly into Maraeth’s shadow.



Gate II: The Many Mouths Doctrine – Emilia is chosen as Vorazd’s Apostle—the Eater of Sin—and sent with Maraeth to uncover Project Scarecrow, a buried biotech experiment. At a remote cannabis facility in Colorado, they discover Unity’s earliest form: Consecration. Through betrayal, psychic infection, and the quiet collapse of resistance, a new vector for indoctrination is born.




Gate III: Nocturna – Na’ktur’na is named. Subject 13 speaks Vorazd’s language unbidden. Days later, seven bodies fall and rise, transformed by Unity. Emilia oversees the first true conversion. No longer theory. No longer containment. The doctrine is written now—in mouths, in skin, in silence.




Gate IV: A Door Opened – Emilia opens her heart to someone special while preparing to open something far darker for Donnie Harris. As vulnerability and violence spiral together, she orchestrates a second Consecration—this time complete. Donnie is dragged into submission, his body pinned, his mind flooded, and his will undone. In the aftermath, Emilia delivers a final monologue: not a threat, but a diagnosis. One gate closed. Another begins to open. And beneath it all, something ancient begins to stir.