Bloody Chalices in the Vatican's hidden chambers, where innocence staged a disappearing act...

Ah, to be clad in innocence, pure and unblemished — except for Pope Innocent VIII, who coveted youth above holiness, swirling dark alchemy in the name of longevity. His Holiness’s thirst beckoned from a chalice as crimson as his heart’s desires, forging legends of sinister practice beneath the eyes of God. Enter the pontiff’s tale where power corrupts and veins run rich with stolen vitality.

Innocence here merely masked ambition and a bloodline claimed through deceit. Step into the confessional, my sweets, and witness the sins of a man painted innocent by title alone. His infamy outmatches any allegiance made in ecclesiastical tapestry.

Content warning: Ritual violence and exploitation.

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