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Corrupted Nuns

Once, there existed a revered order of nuns known as the Sisters of Harmony. Devoted to purity, serenity, and spiritual enlightenment, they lived secluded lives in the Sanctum of Light, practicing tranquility through gentle harp melodies and quiet contemplation. Yet beneath their calm facade lay an insatiable yearning—a secret craving for deeper, more intense pleasures.


One day, during a grand prayer attended by all the citizens of the nearby city, the peaceful harmonies from their speakers suddenly turned into the relentless, chaotic metal rhythms of the infamous cosmic band "Corrupted Cosmos." Known for music that corrupted both body and soul, the band's dark melodies awoke hidden desires within the Sisters, plunging them into madness.


Driven mad by the relentless assault of distorted guitar riffs and demonic rhythms, the Sisters of Harmony descended into a violent frenzy, savagely tearing apart the terrified citizens with their bare hands. Driven by an overwhelming hunger for sensation, the Sisters discovered an intoxicating delight in pain—both inflicted upon others and experienced themselves. Renouncing their former lives, they embraced their new identity as the "Gomorrah Idolaters," dedicating their existence to the relentless pursuit of pleasure through torment.

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Their corruption grew unchecked, transforming them into monstrous yet alluring figures whose beauty radiated cruel sensuality. Obsessed with the exquisite agony of suffering, they perfected chilling rituals known as "flesh sculpting," where every scream brought them indescribable joy.


Clad in spiked armor and dark attire that mirrored their sadistic nature, they reveled in gatherings filled with violent, haunting music, celebrating pain as the highest form of pleasure. Their reputation spread as they traveled across countless worlds, endlessly seeking new victims and sensations.


Their temple, once a sanctuary of purity and harmony, now stands as a decadent haven of evil and debauchery. Its halls echo with sinister laughter and screams, a chilling testament to the darkness that consumes all who enter. Now it’s called Sinbound Temple.


Feared and whispered about in dread-filled legends, the Gomorrah Idolaters are forever marked as beings driven by a twisted pursuit of pleasure through pain, both their own and that of their unfortunate prey.


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