'Hark! Creatures of the night do not only lurk in the shadows!'

Hushed murmurs carry in the wind, whispers of fiends glimpsed in shadow, their wretched shapes prowling from humble hamlets to the grandest of capitols. A scourge spreads across the land, unseen yet felt, it's grasp tightening with each passing night.

Into this dark tide strides Father Nathaniel Valentine, a fledgling among the esteemed Grand Inquisitors. The Church, ever watchful, bids him root out the horrors that fester in the souls of men — spectral and infernal alike. At his side walks the Penitent Bride, Sister Charlotte Halloween, her fervor a blade as keen as her faith, her will unyielding.

Yet the rising plague of possession is but the herald of a greater doom: in the shadows, a cabal stirs. A cult of a whispered name, whose wicked hands weave rites to summon forth the Dark Lord himself. Against this dire horror, priest and bride steel their resolve. The hunt has only begun.