Three minutes in and you already know this thing is not trying to be “sexy comfort food”. It feels more like someone smashed a horny visual novel into a moody dark fantasy RPG and then said, yeah, let the angels cum and cry at the same time. The setup is weird in a good way: you are this male celestial warrior who screwed up his place in the heavenly order and now walks around in mortal skin, stuck between factions who all lied to you at some point. Every choice you make pulls you deeper into this mess of vampires, demons and those three strange kids who clearly are not just “kids”. You look at them and you feel this heavy, wrong power humming under the skin, like something old trying to wake up and fuck the world over. Then the game looks you in the eye and asks: you gonna protect them, use them or break them a little at a time?

What really hits different is how scenes shift between points of view without warning. One moment you are the exiled angel, trying to keep your halo from rusting while a demoness grinds on your lap and whispers about “freedom” in your ear. Next moment you are that same demon, watching him from the corner, judging him, wanting him, wanting to corrupt those kids he cares about just to see his face when they fall. The multi‑POV stuff is messy but in a way that feels like an actual adult brain, full of lust and guilt and bad ideas. You get voyeur scenes where your character is literally watching through a mirror while a vampire feeds and fucks in the same motion, blood mixing with spit, and you have dialog options like “walk away” or “stay and let it change you”. Not a hint, not a fade to black, the game just lingers on it. Then later that same vampire might kneel in front of you, red eyes soft, asking for forgiveness while you decide if you give mercy, a hard dick or both. It pretends to care about morality but honestly it cares more about what breaks you first: your ideals or your underwear.

The corruption angle is where it goes nuts. You feel your angelic side rotting, bit by bit. You flirt with demons, you taste vampire blood from a lover’s tongue, you let an inhuman girl ride you while her wings sc*** the wall and her fingers dig into your chest like she wants to pull out that holy heart. And the story actually remembers. Some routes will twist the kids into little monsters, half angel half demon, staring at you with eyes that know too much, asking you why you touched them the way you did, why you taught them freedom means ignoring every rule heaven ever spat at you. Other times you can keep them “pure”, which honestly feels more fucked up, because the world around them is drowning in lust, and the game keeps throwing you scenes where you sneak away to fuck a demon in an alley while they sleep in the next room. The mood stays dark, like corrupted church art, but it still gets shamelessly horny. You are in a ruined chapel, candles, old symbols, your back slammed against the altar while a fallen angel wraps her thighs around your waist, halo cracked and hanging in her hair. She tells you she was made to serve the divine, then begs you to fill her with anything but holy light. Somewhere outside, monsters scream, realms tremble, fate hangs in the balance or whatever, and you just keep going, because right there, body on body, is the only kind of “free will” that actually feels real.

There is this strange, heavy feeling when the game opens, like walking back into an old porn folder you forgot, but someone has replaced all cheap hentai with something that actually stares back at you. You are this ancient thing, Iraáil, a vampire god-thing, whatever, but tired as fuck. Not the sexy edgy teen vampire tired, more like “I’ve seen too much blood and too much bad sex and I’m bored of both” tired. The game sits you in that mood right away. You’re not chasing girls in school uniforms, you’re walking into the ruins of your own family, and everyone in it either wants to fuck you, kill you, or cry when they see you, sometimes all three in same scene. The writing leans hard into that mix of horny and awful. One moment you are licking blood off someone’s throat while their lover watches and shakes, half terrified, half desperate to be next, and the text lingers on the taste, the smell, the way their body softens under you. Then, in the next line, it hits you with “this is your child’s descendant” and suddenly your dick and your conscience are in the same small coffin.

What got me is how the erotic scenes never feel like they are in a separate folder from the rest. You make a small choice, like putting a hand on a shoulder instead of around the throat, and three scenes later someone is either on their knees for you, or sobbing and calling you a monster while still grinding against your leg. The game keeps score in this weird fear and love way, but it never throws a big popup, it just quietly warps how people look at you. There was this one moment where I chose to be “gentle” with a worshiper in a temple, just to see what the soft option looks like. It still ended in cum and blood on the floor, but the whole vibe flipped. Instead of them begging you to hurt them more, they were whispering that they missed you, like some fucked up immortal ex, and I actually paused, alt tabbed to Spotify, changed the playlist, came back and just stared at the text like “why am I sad with my pants down.” And the horror parts, they are not jumpscares, more like that slow “oh, I really did those things, huh” realization. When your progeny strips for you, showing bite marks you gave generations ago like holy scars, it’s hot in that dirty, stomach twisting way. You want to click further, you also want to close the browser and go touch grass. But you don’t. You pretend you will be kinder this time, then pick the cruel dialogue anyway, just to see how deep the rabbit hole of this fucked up immortal soap opera goes. The game remembers. The characters remember. Their bodies remember you most of all.