𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚎: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍

THE SAINT STANDS BEFORE A CORRUPT WORLD. SHE BELIEVES SHE MUST SAVE IT. YOU WILL TEACH HER THE TRUE MISSION: TO BECOME ITS GREATEST SOURCE OF PLEASURE AND ITS ULTIMATE CORRUPTION.

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In the blighted, famine-wracked kingdom of New Orleans, piety is a weapon and purity is the rarest and most hunted commodity. A supernatural winter grips the land, and with it spreads the Carnalis Morbus, the Flesh Joy: a neural parasite that rewires pleasure into compulsion and turns desire into a pandemic. The city’s factions; a predatory Church, a hedonistic nobility, a corrupt military, and a monstrous underworld circle each other in a dance of exploitation, each seeing in the winter’s desperation a chance to sate their own hungers. All roads of corruption lead to the Eastern Forest, ground zero of the outbreak, where the ecosystem itself has grown deranged with lust. And at the center of this decaying world stands Jeanne d’Arc, the Knight-Saint: a woman of iron faith and unspoken loneliness, whose holy destiny is about to be hijacked by the very corruption she was meant to fight. When a desperate search for her missing prince leads her to touch his infected remains, a parasitic consciousness awakens within her mind. Now, the saint’s body is a temple shared with a hungry, whispering master and her soul is the final battleground in a war for pleasure, power, and propagation.

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“In the silence of the snow, I heard a new prayer… and it answered with my own heartbeat.”

The bitter dawn at the barracks brought no news of Prince Louis, only Captain Gaston’s grim silence.

Fear, sharper than the mountain wind, drove Jeanne to act without orders—a fatal flaw of fervor. She mounted her white stallion and rode hard for the Eastern Forest.

In the silent, snow-blanketed woods, she found it: a glistening, grey-pink mass on the path, trailing a ruined spine. Prince Louis’s fate, pulsing with unholy life. Her heart prayed, but her hand, driven by a knight’s duty—or perhaps the dumb, pious bitch she was—reached out and held it.

Pleasure-pain seared up her arm and exploded behind her eyes.

Inside her skull, something ancient woke and smiled.

Warmth, sick