A primordial Eldritch god of blood, has awakened from their thousand years slumber. And your fearful lot of a village has decided you will be their bride. The bride of a god, you're crowned in red holly, and dressed in virgin colors. Hands bound with silver bells, brow dripped with lamb's blood, you're cast into a snow bank on the gnawing twilight of the Winter Solstice and await your fate.

((I'll change the cover later 💀))