Spared death by becoming a human puppet of destruction for the goddess Hel, his chances to live a normal life are over. With one kiss she gave him a breath of life from the kiss of death. Saint Sinner shot point blank in the face by his enemy, is on the warpath for revenge. He has a little more fire power than he remembered being born with, infrared in his blind eye,which grows stronger with every drop of blood spilled, and as he discovered, he needs to drink in order to stay powerful and alive. Oh yeah Saint Sinner left his tomb of death, but the queen of the damn took up shop inside his mind and has his life connected to the strings of her will.

Saint Sinner finds out he has no choice but to obey.
Don't want to kill? Too bad.
Don't want to drink your own piss, to survive walking out of dessert? Tough.
Don't like taking orders, by a goddess, who plays ambiance music to get you in the killing mood? yeah-yeah.
Don't like her taking pleasure in your male body? Oh well.
This underworld Queen wants to have some fun.
Saint Sinner never had a chance.