The Fifth Rite. The Frozen Heart.

The Reaper’s blood does not flow warm. In the depths of his domain, where light cannot trespass, he brews this sacred fusion of coffee and chocolate — cold, dense, and alive with faint sweetness.

To drink it is to feel his heartbeat beneath the surface, steady and ancient. It is said that those who finish a can in one sitting may hear whispers of the sleepless beneath their ribs.



Ritual:
Drink from the can as an offering. Do not pause. Let it invade your veins like devotion.

Devotion Level: For zealots and collectors of forbidden pleasures.

“Taste your own pulse.”