Sanctum Infernum

Europe, 1901. Winter.

They called it holy ground, but it had soaked in too much blood to still be called sacred.

In the forest beyond the monastery walls, where the crows did not cry and the snow never settled clean, something ancient stirred. Beneath fractured stained glass and crumbling stone, two hearts once sworn to opposing realms had dared the unthinkable-love.

Sister Beatrice was a sword of the Church, cloaked in black and fire-forged faith. She whispered prayers with steady hands and burned demons where they stood.

Celestine, born of flame and ruin, had once torn angels from their wings. But war breeds exhaustion, and even the damned can bleed. Even the damned can love.

And now, as blood spills on marble and betrayal echoes through the bells of the chapel, Beatrice must choose: the light that saved her, or the shadow that loved her.